“Oh God… I’m going to come again.” My whole body convulsed as my orgasm consumed me.
“Jesus.” He turned the vibration off and slowly brought me back down.
When I could finally open my eyes, I saw him watching me and stroking his cock. It was thick and long beyond what I imagined it would be. It was hard, and yet looked soft, like it would feel like velvet if he’d let me touch it.
“I want to touch it.”
He shook his head. “No.” He dropped his cock and moved toward the bathroom.
Desperate to see him come, I sat up on the desk and called after him. “Let me watch you come. I won’t touch, but I want to see you come.”
“You’re fucking killing me here, Leah.”
“It’s so beautiful.” She put her hands under her thighs as if to tell me she wouldn’t try to touch me. I don’t know why I thought if I just didn’t touch her or she didn’t touch me, somehow this wouldn’t be crossing any line. I wasn’t fucking her, not technically. Yet the way she looked at my dick, all I wanted to do was get her on her knees and shove it in her pretty pink mouth.
In the back of my brain, I knew I was so totally fucked, but all I was able to do was take my dick in my hand and start to stroke. Her eyes were rapt as she watched how I touched myself. My strokes were sometime long, taking the whole length of my dick, and other times they were short and fast, focusing just at the tip. I used my other hand to cup and fondle my balls.
“Oh, fuck…” I dropped my head back as a wave of pleasure coiled in my cock. I couldn’t get the image of my fantasy of coming on her tits out of my head.
“Are you going to come?”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” My head snapped up, and I was feeling a bit wild as I looked at her. “Show me your tits, Leah.”
It took her a moment, but then she undid the front claps of the sexy lacy cloth and tossed it aside. Her tits were beyond my imagination. Round, firm, creamy skin with pink nipples, hard and puckered. Fuck…I wanted to suck them until she screamed.
“Get off the desk. On your knees.” Maybe I’d scare her with my demands and she’d get rid of any notion of me fucking her.
She slid from the desk and knelt in front of me and I nearly came right then.
“Hold your tits up… ah fuck… I’m going to come.”
She took her breasts in her hands and lifted them toward my dick. “Come on my tits, Sebastian.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck….” I roared as a hot stream of cum shot out, landing on her chest and dripping down over her nipples. My hand jacked my dick hard and fast as I shot more of my load, coating her tits.
She used a finger to scoop some of my thick creamy essence and brought it to her lips to taste.
“Oh…. fuuuuuuuck.” Another stream coated her breasts. I hadn’t had an orgasm so intense and long in a while. But as the haze of pleasure dissipated came the guilt. I didn’t fuck her, but I might as well had. This was just as wrong.
I dropped my dick, and lowered my head, unable to look her in the eyes. “There’s a shower in my bathroom. Get cleaned up.”
I suspected my brusk tone would hurt her, but since I couldn’t look at her, I wasn’t sure. I grabbed tissues from my desk, handing her a couple and then used a few to clean myself off. She was still sitting there, so I picked up her underwear and dress and handed it to her.
“I’ve got a meeting with Craig. The bathroom is all yours.” I lied, but I had to get out of there. Guilt was eating me alive. Guilt that I’d betrayed a man who helped me get my life and business back on course. And guilt because I couldn’t imagine that I wasn’t hurting Leah by ushering her out so abruptly after coming on her. I stopped at my door, but I didn’t look back at her. “You need to find someone who’ll treat you right to take your virginity, Leah.” I wanted to say more. Hell, I wanted to do more, but instead, I opened the door and left my office.
As I walked past my secretary, I second guessed my leaving before Leah did. How would that look? Would Leah be upset enough to say something?
I couldn’t think about that. “Leah will be out in a minute, she’s pulling together her presentation things.” Why was I explaining this to my secretary? “I’ve got an appointment I’m late for.”
Mrs. Wallace’s eyebrow quirked. “I don’t have it on the calendar.”