Huxley lifts his head, his darkened gaze a storm of anger and need and desire. I can practically see the flames dancing behind his eyes.
“3:30,” Oliver replies, “Should get to LAX by 7 or 8 tonight.”
I keep my gaze locked with Huxley while Oliver drones on about time differences and flight schedules, my nails now digging into the base of his neck. Pleasure is shooting through me from every fucking direction, and I need to end this call before I get caught.
It’s as if Huxley sees me plotting my next move because the next thing I know, he’s flipped me around and bending me over. I let out a smalloomphat the manhandling and cringe internally as I hear Oliver fall silent at my suspicious sound.
“What are you doing?”
I feel Huxley roughly tug my jeans down with two hands, and my skin turns electric like a deadly live wire.
“Oh … uh …”
I race through finding an excuse for my breathlessness as I turn my head around just far enough to watch Huxley. His eyes are stormy but unmistakably hungry as he pins me with his stare, pressing a hand against the small of my back and ripping the condom foil with his teeth with the other.
“I’m on the treadmill,” I finally say. “I’m just about to hit five miles.”
“Oh, I thought you’d be at the Remi,” Oliver says, his voice still a little suspicious.
Like I give a fuck.
Not when I feel Huxley’s cock push against my entrance, and I bite my lips on the moan surging up my throat.
“Just taking a late lunch,” I squeak as I feel Huxley’s strong hands grip my hips, his cock sinking even deeper. I let my headfall, my forehead now pressed on the desk. “Felt like expelling some nervous energy.”
“Oh, that’s good,” Oliver says. “Exercise is always good.”
As soon as Huxley starts pumping in and out with brute but steady force, I know I won’t be able to keep this up for much longer.
“Anywaygottogohaveasafeflighttalksoonbye!” I blurt out the words as fast as I can and barely let Oliver say his goodbyes before ending the call and slamming my phone on the desk.
I slap my open palm on the desk.
“Fuck,” I hiss in mind-numbing pleasure, then push myself up to look back at Huxley.
To my horror, I hear Oliver’s muffled voice coming from my phone. “Hello? Are you okay?”
Oh for fuck sakes.
“I’m fine!” I squeak and hang up.
Forrealthis time.
I swivel back to Huxley. His expression has turned arrogant, the curl of his lip utterly lethal. I think he’s about to say something but instead, he pulls me up by fisting the back of my sweater. He meets me halfway, his body curling around mine as I keep my weight up with two flat palms against the desk.
He slows down his rhythm, sinking his cock to the hilt while his mouth hovers near my ear. Reaching his arm around me, he slips his hand down my center and finds my clit.
“Tell me again how I’m just like him.”
His tone is vicious, but it only makes the pleasure ramp up inside of me. That and the deliriously slow slide of his cock now matching the teasing circles around my swollen clit. My mouth falls open, my moan so high-pitched it’s almost silent.
“Did he ever fuck you like this, huh?” His voice is but a dark, threatening whisper, his body a looming force behind me. “Like he fucking hates you but can’t get enough of you?”
The wordhateechoes in my ear but it somehow justheightens the raw sensation of his cock sinking deeper and stretching me wide.
I can’t manage to form a single coherent thought. I’m a babbling mess, my orgasm rising, rising, rising. Huxley’s teeth sink into my neck, the bite just hard enough for the invisible elastic band to finally snap, and I come on a long, keening moan.
Sliding his hand away from my clit, he grips my hips with two hands and fucks me with vengeance, like his life fucking depends on it. My orgasm drags on and on until I feel Huxley still behind me, his fingers digging into my ass as he comes.
