His mouth crushed against mine, and he thrust his tongue into my mouth like it was his to do with as he pleased. Whatever control I thought I had evaporated in a fleeting moment as he transformed from a man receiving pleasure to one taking what he desired. He was intoxicating, and I couldn’t get enough of him.
Pushing a chair out of the way, Cash backed me up until I felt the edge of the conference table against the back of my thighs. He wrapped his hands around my waist and picked me up, easing me back onto the cool surface of the polished wood table. My legs hung off the end, rather indelicately leaving me wide open as he remained standing. I looked up at him, hoping he’d soon save me from this embarrassing position.
He unbuttoned his pants and let them drop, revealing no boxers or briefs underneath. Feeling awkward, I instinctively joked, “Commando? I would’ve never guessed.”
I received a smile and moan in return for my moment of humor. “Come here,” he groaned as he tugged me toward him. I slid down the table until I felt the crown of his cock press full against my opening. A tiny whimper escaped from my throat at the feel of its thickness. Cash simply smiled and slowly ran his hand up my thigh to stroke my needy clit.
“Relax. You look so beautiful lying there. Let yourself go, Olivia. You’re ready.”
To prove that to me, he slid his finger inside me with long, slow strokes that sent waves of pleasure tearing through me. I hadn’t been touched there is so long I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t come just from his delicious finger fucking me.
“So fucking tight. God, I want to be inside you.”
I gave him a meek smile, but my heart slammed against my chest at the thought of him fitting inside me. Closing my eyes, I heard him tear a condom package open. He planted his hands on both sides of my head and kissed me full on the lips. Then I opened my eyes and saw him staring at me with those blue eyes so intense as he slowly eased into me, each inch filling me so completely that I couldn’t imagine being able to take any more.
He sensed how unsure I was and stopped for a moment to lightly massage my sensitive clit, sending more waves of exquisite pleasure through me and allowing me to take more of him. The combination of his finger drawing those tiny circles on my clit and his cock deep inside me filling me like I’d never been filled before thrilled me. I wrapped my legs around his waist to accommodate all of him, feeling deliciously stretched by the time he was fully seated in me.
“You feel so good, Olivia. I promise I’ll go slow.”
He inched out of me, leaving me empty and missing the feel of him. As he promised, he slid back into my body slowly, ratcheting up my desire and filling me once again. Kissing me hard, Cash grunted into my mouth as the base of his cock stretched my opening. My body ached, a sweet pang forming in the pit of my stomach, making me want more.
He eased out of me again, but I slid my feet down his back and pushed my heels against the base of his spine. “Cash…faster…please…”
Raising himself up above me, he flashed me a look of concern. “You sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”
Cupping the back of his neck, I pulled him back down to kiss him, my body begging for more. “Yes. Faster. Fuck me faster.”
Cash narrowed his eyes in a sexy smoldering look. “Mmmm…such words coming from that pretty mouth of yours. Faster it is.”
Rearing back, he slammed his long, thick cock in until he was balls deep inside me and then retreated from my body only to crash into me again. He was power personified, and with every plunge into my willing body, I wanted more.
I wanted to finally live my fantasy of having no control.
Deep inside, a tiny kernel of release began to form, weaving its way through my body as Cash continued to fuck me. His deep grunts filled my ears with every thrust of his cock into my body. He was animalistic and primal, unlike any man I’d ever slept with. I felt small and vulnerable. And out of control. I loved it!
My orgasm curled through my core, a tiny exquisite sensation that grew with each moment. Sliding my hands down over his shoulders, I dug my nails into Cash’s back and moaned, “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
His abs and chest, hard and unyielding, slid over my breasts and nearly crushed me under his weight. I lay there helpless underneath him and clutching him like I couldn’t get enough of this man. I was already sore, but I never wanted the feeling of him inside me to end.
My body clenched around his thick cock to signal the beginning of my orgasm. Crying out, I struggled to hold on to him as he pistoned into me, grunting his pleasure deep in my ear. “Let yourself go, baby. Let me see you come.”
“Ah, God, Cash! Don’t stop!”
He watched as I came, his blue eyes focused on me as I bit my lip and scratched down his back like a wild animal. Never before had I come so hard, my thighs shaking violently against his hips as the last of my release wound through me.
But his was yet to come. I felt every muscle in his back tighten and tense. He buried his face in my hair and let out a long deep groan as he buried his cock completely inside me. “Fuck…”
We lay there silently for a long time, still joined together on that conference table as the sounds of the nightclub outside his office began to once again drift in to where we’d just had sex for the first time. It felt secret and sexy. When Cash raised his head, he licked his lips and kissed me, making me feel sexy too.
“Olivia, that was incredible.”
I couldn’t put my finger on it, but something in the way he said that made me feel open and self-conscious. Forcing a smile, I nodded, hoping he couldn’t see my insecurities rearing their ugly heads. Nothing was unsexier than looking needy after sex. Letting my hands drop from their hold on his back, I forced myself to sound confident. “It was.”
He slid out of me, and a feeling of emptiness joined my insecurities. I knew it was foolish. What had I expected—the two of us lying there for hours in each other’s arms as we drifted off to sleep? We’d just fucked on the table in the Club X conference room. Cuddling wasn’t on the menu.
I stood to put my dress back on as he slipped back into his clothes. Watching him, I took in the last sight of his beautiful body, sad to see it covered up with his dress shirt and pants. Unsure of what to say as we finished dressing, I fidgeted with my shoes to avoid feeling any more awkward.
Cash seemed entirely at home with this part of the night, though. Adjusting the knot in his tie, he once again did that brushing off movement he’d done earlier and then looked up at me. “You were incredible, Olivia.”