She knew I was there, but she ignored me until I was right beside her and then she cut me a look, shifted her gaze from my stormy expression to my rigid cock gripped in one fist.
“Yeah, baby,” she murmured. “Jerk it hard. Watch me come.”
“I have a better idea,” I told her. “How about you keep doing what you’re doing, but put that sexy mouth of yours to work?”
Layla leaned further back yet in my chair, which was, fortunately, one of the expensive ones that could recline almost horizontal. She stretched her body out, feet kicking the paperwork off my desk. She turned her head to the side, fingers of one hand still circling madly around her clit. She shot a look up at me, opening her mouth for me. I fed her my cock, inch by inch, and she took it all. God, it should be impossible, but she does it. She takes every last fucking inch of me, every time. And god, does it feel good. Too good.
Talk about multi-tasking. My girl was working both of us hard and fast now. Flicking herself and sucking me.
And then, abruptly, she lost the ability to multi-task. She started coming and nearly bit down on my cock. I pulled out of her mouth, straddled the chair, sucked her nipple into my mouth, pinched the other one hard enough to elicit a flinch from her even as she screamed through her release.
I kicked off my shoes, shoved my pants and underwear off and stepped out of them while Layla kept coming, wave after wave wracking her, fingers still circling crazily. Grabbing her heels, I wrapped them around my waist, cupped her big beautiful ass in my hands, and shoved myself in, slamming into her pussy hard and deep.
Pretty sure whoever was on the floors both above and below us heard her scream.
I moved with her, thrusting into her slowly, sinuously, taking my time. Keeping her on the edge. Keeping her hot and wild. She hung her head backward, hair draping onto the floor, one of her hands now playing with her nipples, the other going crazy between her legs.
Surreptitiously, I reached into a drawer of my desk and pulled out a handful of zip-ties. Yes, I keep zip-ties in my desk drawer—don’t ask. I grabbed her hand quick as a striking snake and zipped a tie around her wrist and the arm of the chair, tugged it tight enough to bind, but not so tight it would hurt her. That caught her attention.
She instantly stilled. “Nick?” She wiggled her wrist. “What the fuck are you doing?”
I ignored her question, securing her other wrist.
“What are you doing here, Layla? I told you to stay in Colorado.”
She glared at me, testing the strength of her bonds. “Yeah, well, I didn’t listen, did I?”
“And now look at you, tied to my chair.”
I was still hard, and she was flushed and flustered, frustrated from having been right on the edge of orgasm. I thrust into her, feeling the need to come surging inside me and holding it back.
“Let me go.”
“Not a chance, babe.” I kept moving, slow, shallow, teasing thrusts, not enough to get her off.
“Then at least help me come.” She lifted her hips against mine, trying to get more of me.
I flicked at her erect nipple. “I might. Eventually.” I pulled out, gripped my cock, and used the head of it like a dildo, smearing it in circles against the rigid little pearl of her clit until she was writhing and gasping, jerking at the zip-ties, hips gyrating.
“God, Nick, please—yes, right there, just like that, god, please don’t stop, Nick—”
I felt her clenching, tensing. Watched the way her hips rose involuntarily off the chair, watched the way her breathing went hoarse and ragged, making her goddamned perfect tits bounce and sway in the sunlight streaming in through the open windows.
When I judged her to be seconds from coming, I pulled away completely. “You need to learn to listen to me, Layla.”
She went crazy, jerking upright, planting her feet on the floor, tugging ferociously at the bonds. “Nick, you bastard! I was right there!”
I moved us, swiveling the chair so we were parallel with the desk and the wall. Knelt down, threw her feet over my shoulder. “How close were you, Layla?”
She moaned as I kissed the inside of her thigh. “Right the fuck there, baby. I was—Jesus, please, keep going. I was so close. So fucking close.”
I kept kissing upward, teased the swollen, wet lips of her pussy with my tongue, and then kissed down the other thigh, eliciting a series of increasingly frantic whimpers from her, culminating in a crazed, wild shriek of frustration when I moved away.
“You’re such a dick, Nicholas,” she snarled. “You can forget about getting any more BJs out of me, if this is the game you’re gonna play.”
I stood up, then. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
