Chapter 1: Part 1
“Luis, where’s Angelo?” I asked his secretary, a frown on my face.
“He’s at the gym, Georgie,” he answered.
“What? At lunch time?” I had to look at my watch again to make sure I heard him correctly.
“He finally got Mr. Takuya’s signature,” was all he said before he went back to his work. Angelo is a patient man, but even he had some trouble handling the Japanese diplomat.
“Thanks, Luis.” I flashed him a grateful smile then made my way to our private gym just on the other side of the floor.
I stepped inside but paused near the entrance at the sight of Angelo Fontaine. Ripped muscles on full display… everywhere. He’s ripped as fuck and my eyes greedily took in every exposed skin of his body. He’s only wearing his gym shorts, and every muscle in his upper body is visible to my eyes. This isn’t the first time I’d seen his body like this but goodness me, does he have to show off in the middle of the day? The bulge and line of his cock is evident, too, and I can’t decide where to look first: the bulging arms I love so much, his 8-pack abs, his glorious butt or that cock that I’ve been wanting to fuck, lick, suck and ride since the day I met him? I’ve been told the guy knew how to use it. From the receipts of his women, it’s long and big.
Heat pooled between my legs, begging for attention and his cock. I completely forgot what I came here for because I can’t think of anything else other than his mouth and fingers pleasuring me. Unfortunately, I told myself I won’t be crossing that line with him no matter how much my pussy begged and whined to me about it. He’s my best friend and the co-founder of our real state company. It’s bad enough to mix business with pleasure but to risk ruining our wonderful friendship? Pass.
But it doesn’t mean I can’t take my fill, so I greedily looked him up and down, up and down, over and over again, committing into memory how his muscles strained against the weight in his arms and how he seemed to unconsciously move his hips and my brain unhelpfully conjured images of him on top of me, his hands on my hips, bruising at his tight hold while fucking me.
I gulped and I turned back around, heading straight to my office because I felt like I’d combust if I don’t put my fingers inside me to relieve some tension from my body. Watching him and hearing his grunts, I need to make myself cum or I’d risk jumping into him and personally putting his cock inside me - with or without his permission.
Thankfully, Luis is not there when I passed by his desk. He’s most likely in the cafeteria and I went inside my office, immediately taking off my skirt, my panties following suit shortly after. I settled in my chair, lifted one of my legs on my desk as my fingers found my wet folds, my arousal very much evident if my drenched fingers is anything to go by. I teased my entrance, circling my fingers there and moving up but not entirely, purposefully missing my clit which wanted my full attention. I bit my lip and gave in, finally touching the sensitive bundle of nerves. I let my head fall back and my eyes close as pleasure wrack through me, starting from the base of my spine to every fiber of my being. I shivered, and I did it again, imagining Angelo’s fingers instead of mine. In my head, he’s kneeling in front of me, right between my legs, his mouth on my clit, sucking, licking and kissing as he looked at me, never shying away. I groaned, feeling myself get wetter at the image. Then, the image morphed until it’s showing his gorgeous body earlier and my memories went to the line of his cock, imagining what it looks like and how it would feel inside me.
“Fuck,” I murmured, my fingers moving faster while my other hand moved and I inserted two fingers inside me, pumping in and out. Wet sounds echoed all across my office coupled with my occasional groans. I could feel myself reaching my climax in just a few more pumps, surprised at how primed I felt after a quick sneak in the gym. I’m almost there, I could feel the sweet release hovering just at the edge and——
“Georgie! What are you doing?” came the hissing tone of someone from the door, followed by the familiar click of a closing door and its lock.
I fumbled in surprise, snapped my eyes open and found myself staring into the surprised eyes of Angelo. He’s staring at me, specifically the part where I got my hands between my legs. My jaw dropped, pretty sure I locked my door but apparently, I didn’t. I put my leg back down, my whole face heating up in embarrassment at getting caught. I slowly removed both my hands from my core and when I did, I heard a small gasp from him at the sight of my wet hands.
I looked up again and saw that he’s now wearing a shirt, but they did nothing to hide the lines and edges of his muscles, and there’s a thin sheet of sweat covering his skin after the intense workout he’d had.
“What are you doing?” he repeated with his rough voice, taking a couple steps closer to me and my very bare pussy.
I opened my mouth to speak, to refute what he saw but really, there’s no going back here. Fuck, I look like a fish out of water and I won’t have that. I squared my shoulders and lifted my chin, fire sparking my eyes as I stared back at him.
“What does it look like? I’m pleasuring myself,” no need to make up excuses when I’ve been caught red-handed already.
“What do you want?” I asked.
It took Angelo a moment and I just realized that he now has a predatory gleam in his eyes as he stared at the apex of my thighs.
“You,” he answered gruffly, almost a growl.
I’m shocked as fuck. I was not expecting that answer but holy shit, what are we doing? But it’s too late now, my brain is so far behind the race that my body took full advantage of the situation. Brain be damned, my body said, cheering over their victory and apparently my weakness.
Not once did he ever give me any indication that he wanted more than friendship with me. Sure, I’ve seen him occasionally checked me out but it’s nothing like this. I could feel the tension in the air, it’s crackling and you can even cut it with a knife. But his face and his body are telling me that they indeed wanted me and I had no strength in me to stop him. I wanted him for a long, long time…
“Then, kneel.” Was that my voice? Oh yes yes, I’m grabbing the bull by the balls and I’m going to ride him like a cowgirl.
My eyes went to his growing erection, I could see him straining the fabric of his shorts. He’s big, they weren’t kidding when they said he’s big. I bit my lip at the sight and wondering if he’d do what I told him to do. I watched, mesmerized, as he closed the gap between us but instead of kneeling, he leaned on the arms of my chair, effectively trapping me in his head scent and tempting body. His mouth twitched in a small smirk as he grabbed one of my hands, the one I just had inside me and sniffed it, his eyes closed. I struggled to keep my composure, the sight of him sniffing my fingers like that aroused me like no other. Next thing I knew, he’s licking my fingers, tasting me through them, and I fought a shiver of desire.
All I could do is stare and if he doesn’t put his mouth on me in the next five seconds, I won’t be liable for my actions.
“What prompted you to touch yourself in the middle of the day, G?” He nipped at my fingers not-so-gently, using the nickname he gave me years ago.
Fortunately, he seemed to read my mind because he let go of my hands and on his knees the next time I blinked my eyes.
“Answer me…” he said. I met his eyes head-on and almost forgot he asked me something.
“You. It’s your fault. I saw you working out and it’s just… too much to handle,” I swallowed hard when he lifted my leg back on my desk, exposing me to him again. His eyes burn through my core and I did my best not to squirm under his gaze. Where did all my restrictions and reasoning go? I told myself over and over again that this can’t happen and yet his mouth is closing in on me!
He hummed his response. I let out a shaky breath when he kissed my leg, making his way down to my core but the tease that he is, he bypassed it and went to my other leg, kissing it.
“Stop teasing me,” it was my turn to growl. Before I could stop myself, I grabbed his hair and shoved his face in my pussy, letting out a long and loud exhale when I felt the pad of his tongue making contact with my clit.
“Holy shit…”
He didn’t need any prompting, he immediately went to use his tongue, his lips and his teeth to pleasure the fucking daylights out of me. Here, behind my desk, this powerful man is kneeling at my feet and eating me out like he’s been starved for the last hundred years. He caressed my thighs, down to my legs, spreading me even more to the point of pain. Then his hands squeezed my breasts through my clothes, his tongue relentless in his assault. The moan he let out vibrated through her, making her cry out.
“Look at me…” he commanded. I opened my eyes and looked at him, my gaze hooded at the sight of him between my legs like that. Fuck, I literally just imagined this scenario moments ago and I can’t believe it’s real and he’s actually helping me climb through the highest peak I’ve ever gone.
“Don’t stop, Angelo,” I begged, willing my eyes to open. I’ve always judged my lovers based on how well they can eat me out, how fast they can make me come with their mouth and how explosive the orgasm is. But Angelo? He knew how to use his mouth to his advantage and I’m putty in his hands. I groaned aloud when he pushes three fingers inside me, pumping in and out fast, while his mouth never left my sensitive bundle of nerves. I gripped his hair tight, my hips moving on their own accord against his face, feeling pleasure all over my body. The climb was fast, and when he made that ‘come here’ motion with his fingers inside me and he hit my g-spot, coupled with his thumb touching my ass, fireworks exploded behind my eyes and I screamed my orgasm, shameless and uncaring if someone else heard me. I can only focus on my endless pleasure, and I gasped a breath trying to regain my breathing but Angelo didn’t stop.
He continued his assault and if I thought the first one was explosive, my second orgasm hit me like a tidal wave without warning. My mouth dropped and no sound escaped me as I’m merely a prisoner of pleasure and pleasure and pleasure and more pleasure and nothing else. I gasped and lay limp against my chair, my whole face flushed as Angelo slowly stopped his movements.
I could feel his eyes on me so I looked back at him, seeing the wicked gleam in his eyes. There’s also possessiveness there, some sense of awareness and I could feel his animalistic side wanting to get out and fuck me. I wouldn’t be oppose to that, at this point, really.
“Next time, just come over to my office if you need a private show, G. You know I’ll give you anything,” he smiled his naughty grin and after giving my pussy one last kiss which made me jerk because my folds are still sensitive from the successive orgasms he gave me, he brought my leg down and patted my thigh. I could hear a commotion from outside and it seems like fucking will have to wait.
“That tongue of yours should be illegal,” I managed to say, putting everything in my power to sit up and try to make myself presentable. Now, where’s my skirt and panties? I looked around but Angelo was already handing me both objects, his wicked grin not leaving his face.
“You taste addicting, G. Don’t be surprised if I suddenly decide to eat you for lunch from now on,” the jerk gave me a wink, sniffed my panties shamelessly, then handed them to me. I grabbed it from him and glared, but I can’t deny the fact that my pussy cheered, wanting to have a repeat while it literally just orgasmed minutes ago. I felt aroused all over again and how can I continue working the rest of the day with this memory of him?
“I’ll borrow this folder, otherwise I’ll be giving Luis and Josie a show outside,” he chuckled, grabbed the folder from my desk and expertly hid his erection behind it.
“Don’t lose or ruin it. I need the documents inside, Angelo,” I said with narrowed eyes, gripping my skirt on my lap, hiding myself from his wandering eyes.
“I’ll lock the door behind me,” he just smirked again and left my office while I sat there, wondering what the fuck just happened.
We got fingered and licked really good, my puss supplied helpfully.
