Before I can lose my nerve, I take his hand, prizing open the clenched knuckle.
“It’s not fair to deprive me of my best ever orgasm,” I say softly, trailing his hand up my bare leg. “Stop, Charlie,” he freezes as his hand approaches my inner thigh. “This isn’t happening.” “I mean it, stop.” He repeats, his voice strained, making a half attempt to remove his hand.
His body disagrees as he widens his legs so I can stand in between them.
I lift my dress up so it bunches around my belly, and push my thighs against his knees as wide as I can. Now he can see everything. I’m pink, swollen, and soaking wet.
“You’re soaking.” he groans, running his tongue over his teeth.
“I’ve been wet ever since my boss accidentally masturbated in front of me today,” I whisper as he stares mesmerized at my slit. “I’ve been fantasizing about it ever since.”
The tent in his trousers swells painfully, and he shudders, closing his eyes in an attempt to compose himself.
When he opens them again, he looks at me with such pure carnal need a gasp escapes me.
“Open your cunt wide with your fingers,” he growls. “Let me see.”
I’m so needy I obey without objection, stretching my slit open with my fingers.
“Yes.” he hisses, unable to tear his eyes away. “That’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.” My pussy muscles clench as I imagine myself wrapping around his thick cock, swallowing it up. “Charlie,” He whispers darkly, his eyes holding mine. “You’re so ready for me.”
I’m so ready for him, it’s embarrassing. I’ve never been this overly sexual, this desperate for a man. The smell of my arousal fills the air. Nothing else matters but my need to come hard here and now, to leave him no doubt of how he leaves me a horny, quivering, hot mess.
His phone buzzes again angrily beside us.
“Fuck that phone.” he hisses, firing it on the floor. I ignore it.
With one hand, I hold up my dress whilst my other hand tentatively runs over my slit.
“I’ve never done this in front of anyone before,” I whisper in a brief moment of insecurity.
“Fuck.” His jaw clenches hard as he tries to repress the indisputable lust holding him in turmoil. “That’s the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever heard.”
I slide my fingers in and out of my wetness, letting out of a soft moan as I imagine his fingers exploring me, fucking me.
“Good girl,” he growls. “Push your fingers into your cunt deeper.”
My breaths grow shorter and rapid as I pulse harder and deeper, my head rolling back.
“No. Look at me,” He scowls. “You need to look at me when you come.”
I focus my gaze back on him as I thrust two fingers into my swollen flesh again, moaning loudly.
I part my thighs wider, going deeper with my fingers, the sound of my slickness becoming faster and heavier in the air, consuming both of us.
My fingers find my swollen clit, and I rub my most sensitive spot in such a way so that he can see how pink and aroused it is. How much it is swelling for him.
I want him to see everything in graphic detail. His eyes stay fixed on my opening. “Danny,” I beg. “I want to see you. I want to see how turned on you are.” He sucks in a breath and closes his eyes.
“If I take my cock out, it’s going inside you.” The threat in his voice makes me shiver. “I won’t be able to stop.”
My legs shake as my circular movements grow frantic and furious, my moans quick and desperate.
“I want to feel your cock there. ” I moan breathlessly. “I’m so close.”
He lets out a low painful moan and jerks in the seat, his length bursting to be let out of his suit trousers.
“I want to,” he whispers, placing a hand over his hard cock.
The look in his eyes of raw, animalistic lust tips me over the edge.
“Fuck me, Danny… please,” I cry out, on the verge of breaking. “Let me come on your cock.” He moans hard, his eyes squeezing into thin slits as he struggles for control.
The sound of his phone repeatedly buzzes on the floor as I give a final cry and spurt my juices out into my hand, collapsing on top of him.
I close my eyes, breathing hard as the wetness trickles down my inner thigh.
Buried under my hair, I hear him attempting to steady his own raspy breathing.
“You’ve just ruined me forever,” his voice growls from below me. “I’ll never fucking recover from this.”
I straighten up, grinning, with a post orgasm rush of satisfaction.
“Damn Charlie.” he hisses, running his hands through his hair as the phone never stops on the floor. “I need to answer this.”
Lifting the phone up, he gets to his feet and pushes me away gently. I hear the furious voice of Karl down the phone.
“What the fuck, man?” Karl roars. “Where are you? You were supposed to be on the call 10 minutes ago. Are you trying to blow this fucking 5 million quid deal?”
Danny’s eyes connect with mine as he grimaces. “Cool it, Karl, I’ll be on in 5 mins. I’m going to the car now.”
“You’re taking this conference call in your fucking car, Danny?” I’ve never heard Karl so angry, and I’ve definitely never heard him shout at Danny before. “Why are you not in your home office? The awards thing finished 2 hours ago! Where the hell are you? Do you know how unprofessional this looks?”
“Give me a minute Karl.” He switches onto mute, his expression pained and flustered as he locks his eyes with mine.
His voice switches to a soft tone. “I really have to go, Charlie.”
“It’s ok,” I smile. “But in case you forget…”
I take his hand and trail it along my opening, still wet with arousal.
He groans, then his hands grip the back of my hair and pull my mouth onto his, attacking it furiously with his lips. I open my mouth wide in response, my tongue meeting his with the same hunger he pushes into mine.
I feel his hard length up against my stomach, and he pushes a finger deep into my core, making me cry out in his mouth.
“Seems like you’ve broken your promise of no touching.” I moan softly.
He releases his wet finger from between my legs. “Seems like I have.”
Then he’s gone through the door with a furious Karl berating him down the phone, leaving me a sticky mess.