Sexy Love (Sexy Series Book 4) (21 page)

“Oh, hey,” he smiles innocently, truly. “Have you finished your work?” His voice is gentle and honeyed, adding to the tranquil ambience.

“Mmm hmm,” I nod, enjoying the still atmosphere.

“That’s great, I was expecting you to be longer. I don’t mind if you have more you’d like to get done, I do enjoy watching the view from heights like this.”

I smile, thoroughly appreciating his very sweet, very considerate offer. “No, it’s okay, thank you.”

I walk towards him slowly, looking out of the window with him and I rest my hand on his shoulder. It doesn’t feel forced or strange, just natural and really quite nice.

He surprises me by raising his own hand, and resting it on mine, curling his fingers around it.

“Well, it doesn’t surprise me that you like views from heights, given what you do.”

He chuckles, and continues in a very pensive whisper. “There is a very specific beauty to it, a freedom, an untouched kind of escape. I should be used to it by now, but I don’t think it’ll ever become mundane to me.”

I pause for a moment, taking in his absolute sincerity, his appreciation and gratitude at being able to experience something as simple as a view. “What made you decide you wanted to pursue a career in aviation?” I ask, enraptured. I’ve asked him before but he didn’t answer.

He twitches his head to the side as if waking up and takes a deep breath before releasing my fingers, leaning forward in his chair, forcing my hand to slip from his shoulder. His volume increases as he clears his throat to answer. “Oh, I don’t know. I suppose I was just fascinated by planes as a child. So, what would you like to do?”

His demeanour has changed and he’s now a lot more awake, more lively, bringing the serene mood to an abrupt end. I feel like I have rudely woken him from a calm dream.

“Oh, um… I don’t mind. Have you eaten lunch? Would you like to grab something?”

“That sounds great.” He takes his sunglasses from his face and rests them on the coffee table before standing up. “Can I feel you against me?” he asks with a cheeky smile, holding his arms open.

I smile and step into them, readily, fully relishing his warmth enveloping me. His hands firmly smooth over my more casual office clothes; pressing into my body, massaging me. “Mmm,” I moan, my muscles achy from having been sat at my desk for the past few hours.

“That good?” he asks.

“So good,” I respond sleepily, basking in the intense manipulation of my muscles.

“Go sit,” he says, holding his arm out to direct me to my desk chair.

“Pardon me?”

“Sit, let me rub your shoulders.”

“Oh you don’t need to do that,” I begin.

“Sit down, Lex.” His tone is firm and masterful, and where the old Alexia might bite at being told what to do, this Alexia swallows it and does as she’s told. This will stop soon.

As I return my butt to my comfortable chair, his large hands immediately handle the muscles and tendons of my shoulders and neck. It’s impossible not to sigh and close my eyes as his fingers send me into a temporary lull.

I have no idea how long he works on that for, I don’t fall asleep but it’s something very similar. He doesn’t speak; he just caresses me perfectly. A short while later, his gentle whisper stirs me.

“Stay there, don’t move, stay relaxed.”

I half smile and gently nod as I hear him move around the side of my desk. I feel no need to open my eyes.

The next I know, one of my sandals is being removed, under my desk. “Oh, no, Seb…”

He cuts me off. “Shh, you’ll enjoy it. Just relax.”

I don’t know how confident I am about him playing with my feet – I mean, there’s nothing wrong with my feet, they’re neat and tidy, but I hadn’t planned on having a man closely inspect them today. I suppose there’s nothing to worry about, I should just…
oh… wow.

His touch is wonderful, even if I did just picture the big, strong man sitting cross-legged underneath my desk like a child. “Oh wow, Sebastian, that’s amazing.”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” he says, as he removes the sandal from my other foot and begins on that one, too.

I don’t think I’ve ever let a man do this to me before, if someone I’ve been seeing has attempted to touch me in this way, I’ve shrugged him off and told him I’m perfectly capable of going to see my masseuse.  Well, I may not have been quite so much of a bitch about it, but that would have been the gist of how it went down.

I moan quietly as he firmly presses the pads of his fingers into the tender flesh of my lower calf, in circular movements. He switches back to the other leg, slowly working up to my knee.

Having executed several sets of squats with the heaviest endurable weight for me, yesterday, the muscles around my knees are tender and in need of a little manipulation, so this really is heavenly.

Swapping from leg to leg to soothe my body, it’s only as he deliciously touches the skin above my knee, that I realise how inelegant this is. I’m wearing a summer dress with a man between my legs under my desk. I dread to think how this would look if someone entered my office right now, considering my desk faces the door. Not that that is a real concern because nobody comes in without notice and there’s no one here that would need me now, anyway.

As I try to bring myself around from the divinity, I feel one of his adroit hands slowly glide up my inner thigh. There’s no denying that this is a sensual movement, and although I might normally flinch or push the attention away, I really don’t want to. So I continue to indulge us both, and very slightly part my thighs.

I hear him gasp in the most masculine of fashions from underneath the desk where he hides, and I revel slightly in his surprise. Maybe he, too, expected me to spurn his advances, or at least vocalise my discomfort, but I think I like this.

I hear him shift as both hands touch me, slipping up the insides of both thighs, lightly. As he nears my panties, he detours, brushing the tops of my thighs and running back down the outer.

It’s immensely arousing and I sigh loudly as I slump lower in my chair and widen my legs further. I’m fully aware that my entire groinal region is on display to him, and I like it. If he were to just brush my panties, even slightly, I know I’ll beg for more.

I hear his deep growl as rough hair brushes the inside of my knee, confirming his intentions, exciting me infinitely. His fingers return to the tops of my inner thighs.

This time, he pushes them apart before sliding my floaty dress up to my hips. He moves his head forward slowly until I feel his nose press into me and run up the entire length of my gusset until it’s resting on the lace on my pubic bone.

He takes a long, deep inhalation, immediately moaning, and then licks my panties. I can feel his warm breath catch in the fabric and warm my flesh below.

His fingers instantly clutch the gusset at the side and yank it across to bare me, exposing my most intimate area in a millisecond. His tongue is there without hesitation and it feels incredible.

Hot, wet strokes lapping at my tender spot, creating those delicious internal spasms that take me to the special place of ecstasy. “Oh yes…” I groan quietly, deeply, desperately.

He mumbles something incoherently as he continues, becoming more frenzied in his technique, his lips creating a mind-blowing, warm suction.

I look down at my lap and see him there, and I watch as his face moves, his lips and tongue caressing me, and an even greater surge of arousal rushes through my body, knowing how much he’s enjoying this, seeing him doing this to pleasure me.

Then it hits me. This is the porno.
Oh yes it is
, I’m playing out a scene from a dirty, dirty porn movie, and it’s so freaking good!

“Unzip your pants,” I demand, my voice a quiet, seductive, dominant tone; a reflection of the arousal from my recent realisation.

“Mmm,” he moans, continuing to lap faster as he simultaneously reaches down to fiddle with his belt and jeans buttons.

When his body movement slows, I presume he has taken himself from his jeans. “Are you holding yourself?” I ask, breathlessly, still basking in the tongue action below.

“Uh huh.”

“Are you hard in your hand?”

“Very,” he says quickly, not allowing any time out.

“Good. Play with yourself, make yourself even harder.”

He groans again, loudly, and I see his body begin to jolt slightly as he starts to manipulate himself as he uses his mouth on me. It’s an entirely new situation for me, but a wholly arousing one that makes my mouth water. I want to feel him in my mouth while he’s hard like that.

Picturing and knowing what he’s doing to himself while he continuously builds my climax with his tongue becomes almost too much, and I have to stop myself coming on his tongue.

“Fuck me, Sebastian, get out and fuck me.”

He doesn’t argue, and immediately the skin between my legs is abandoned, wet and cold.

“On the desk,” he demands, and without question, I stand, pushing my chair backwards with my legs, and clamber up onto my desk turning to face the wall so my butt is facing the door, like in the movie.

He lifts my dress up and over my hips, pushing it up my back, pulls my panties down my thighs, and then speedily unzips the back of the dress, enabling me to slip the straps from my shoulders so my chest is free.

I’m not wearing a bra, this dress doesn’t require one, so apart from my dress ruched around my waist; I am bare-naked.

He pauses for a moment holding a butt cheek in each hand and breathes loudly as he admires what I’ve put on display for him.

“You know I like a view, baby, but god damn… I think this is my favourite yet.” He speaks slowly, his voice dark and contemplative.

I simply sigh lightly as I lower my chest, making my backside even more prominent. He almost wails before pushing my bottom down a little and guiding his throbbing heat into me, impatiently.

His hardness pushing deeply is so gratifying, it’s almost as if I’ve been yearning for it for months… years even. I feel like I’ve been deprived of one of life’s basic needs and it’s suddenly being gifted in abundance.

The feeling of his entire length pushing deeply and slowly into me is enough to make me have to hold back, not wanting this to end the minute it starts.

He moans loudly as he moves his hips forwards and backwards, increasing in speed, gliding in my tight wetness. The harder he pounds the better it feels, his sack smacking into my clit over and over again.

I cry out, pushing my butt further towards him to feel him hit that furthest spot inside, bringing it on again, only this time, I know I can’t stop it. It’s so strong, so overpowering, and it’s only just the beginning.

“Ah… Sebastian, it’s…”

“Yes Lex, I’m gonna fucking explode!” he shouts, desperately.

“Yes! Yes!” I cry, excitedly as I let go and allow the blissful waves to ride through my willing body, quickly reaching the sharp peak that makes any remaining composure tumble uselessly to the floor. I cry out again, loudly, forgetting where I am… or just not giving a shit – one or the other.

“Lexie!” Sebastian shouts, hoarsely, as he pushes deep and hard, slowing uncontrollably as his climax seizes all remaining energy. “Ugh!” he grunts, quietly, giving a last desperate jolt inside me, his still-hard shaft unmistakably pulsating into my sensitive flesh.

We remain in position, silently, as we come down from the acme. I pant, dazed, simply staring at the grain of the beautiful dark wood of my desk, feeling full and satiated.

“Alexia, I… you make me feel…you’re amazing,” Sebastian says, running his warm hands up and down my back, his length softening inside me.

“That was amazing, Seb.”

“Yeah, it really was.”

He slips out of me and I immediately climb down from my desk and rush to the bathroom to take care of matters. I realise at this point that we have gradually come to forget all about condoms, and I’m surprised that I’m so lax about that, given my ideas about Sebastian’s colourful sexual past.

Clearly, somewhere deep down, I trust this man very much with my sexual health. I’m glad I have other contraceptive options already in place, children are not, and have never been – part of my life’s agenda.

As I emerge, my underwear back in place and my dress fastened and floating as it was designed to be, I smile at Sebastian as he tidies my desk a little.

“Don’t worry about that.”

He turns suddenly as if I’ve startled him. “I was just… tidying your pens…”

He steps towards me and gently wraps those wonderful hands around my waist, smiling perfectly. “I enjoy you so much.” He kisses me gently and then wraps me entirely in his arms, reducing me to a mound of swooning mush.

“I’m happy about that, because I really do enjoy you, too, Seb.”

“Good.”

We stand like this for a short while, I’m not sure what he’s feeling, but I’m savouring this rare comfort. He’s surprisingly affectionate in a non-sexual situation, as I have come to notice, and it really does enhance his already diverse character.

“I’d say it’s probably past lunch time now, wouldn’t you?” We slowly pull away from each other and I look at the clock on the wall, extremely surprised to see how late it is.