K. Lynn - Reciprocity

One hour to finish up before my meals arrived.

The smell of grilled chicken permeated my office as I finished up my contract and waited for Lila to arrive. What to eat first warred in my mind—gyro, or Lila.

At that moment, the door to my office opened and Lila stood before me. Her face was flushed and her legs were rubbing together.

“Sit.” I pointed to the chair in front of my desk. She didn’t hesitate. The air was thick with both our wants. “Spread your legs.”

Again, she didn’t hesitate, only taking an extra moment to draw up the hem of her dress to her hips and scoot to the edge of the chair. The gained movement allowed her to open her legs fully, exposing her panty-less, bare, glistening pussy.

Fuck.

All I needed was her.

I continued to stare at her, watching the effect take hold of her. She was flush, a small, whining moan slipping from her as her hips tilted. Her mouth was parted and her eyes were heavy, locked on me.

“Stop teasing me.”

I licked my lips. “You’re the one teasing me, showing off your wet pussy.”

“Because you told me to.”

“That’s right. I like it when you do what I say and having you sit there, getting turned on, begging me to come to you.”

She moaned, her hand slipping down, finger brushing over her clit.

I pushed my chair back and stormed over to her, slapping her hand away. She blinked up at me and whimpered.

“Did I say you could touch?” I glared at her hand. “Never forget that pussy is mine to play with.”

She looked up at me in glorious want. “Fuck, Nate, please.”

“Please what?” I was almost snarling, losing myself in the game.

“Play with me.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

My teeth clenched. “Ask nicely. Beg.”

She bit her finger, hips moving, whimpering. “Please, play with me.”

“Why should I?” I palmed my cock, which was a fucking rock from watching her undulating hips and wet pussy calling. “Tell me, my little slut, why should I play with you?”

“I’ll do whatever you want.”

I arched a brow at her as I smacked the inside of her thigh. “You’ll do that anyway.”

A high rushed through me, my spine tingling. I fucking loved when she stalled following directions. It made me want to punish her more, and I knew that was exactly why she did it. It was our game, our high, the way we pushed each other further.

“Please! I’ve been a good girl.”

I quirked my brow at her. “What about that barista that was flirting with you this morning?”

Her brow scrunched in pain and worry. “He was only being friendly.”

I smacked the inside of her thigh again, groaning when her pussy twitched. “He was being too friendly, and so were you.”

Fuck. The game was spiraling out of control, and so was I. I’d only intended to work her up a bit more before eating her out. Now I was seconds away from flipping her over, spanking her ass, and fucking her so hard the entire building would know.

She licked her lips as she stared at the outline of my hard dick. “I’m sorry. Please let me make it up to you. I’m a good girl. Let me show you.”

A shudder rolled down from my head to my toes. “Grip the back of the chair and don’t let go.”

She followed my directions again, and I knelt down between her thighs. I reached out and rubbed her clit with my thumb. She arched her hips up into my hand. I could smell her thick, needy scent. It drove me wild, making me need her—the strongest aphrodisiac.

I pressed down on her abdomen. “Keep your hips still.”

She nodded, and I bent down, licking all the way up her slit and sucking her clit in between my teeth. Her head was tilted back as she gasped for air. That was just the teaser.

I pressed against her clit with my thumb, then opened up her pussy lips with my other hand before covering her with my mouth. My tongue savored her taste and I dug in deeper, licking and sucking all I could get.

High-pitched squeaks came from her, back arching and her thighs closing in around my head. I pulled back and pushed her legs open and down with my forearms, pressing them against the arms of the chair.

“Stop moving.” I pinched her clit, and she bit down on her lower lip.

Moving back down, I stuck my tongue as far in her pussy as I could. My cock was weeping, begging to replace my tongue, but I wasn’t done yet. I scraped my teeth against her clit, flicking it with my tongue.

“Do you want to come?”

She whimpered at me. “Yes.”

“You’re going to come on my face, so I can taste and smell you all day long. Then I’ll fuck you.”

Her pussy was all swollen and pink. It took everything in me to keep my dick in my pants. I flicked her clit with my finger, picking up speed. Her head thrashed from side to side. I continued and moved back to licking and sucking her juices. My fingers dug into her thigh, her muscles tensing, back arching so much I was having trouble keeping up the pace.

With a wail her pussy twitched, and her whole body spasmed under me as she came. Her juices flooded my face, and I drank her up. Eating her out had me so fucking hard that pre-come leaked onto my pants.

I licked my lips and sat back, deftly pulling at my belt to get my pants down enough to get my cock out. Her pussy was soaking wet, letting me easily slide in. There wasn’t a lot of friction, but she was still tight from coming and fluttered around me as she built up for a second orgasm.

Quick, no frills, just my cock pistoning in and out until I fired off.

“Fuck.” My balls pulled up tight, and I shuddered. I dug my fingers into her hips as I slammed into her.

Lila cried out, her body shaking, on the verge of coming again. I thrust hard a couple more times, and she arched against the chair and clamped down on my cock. I pushed all the way in and held my cock there, jerking with each spurt.

Once done, I looked down at Lila and snickered between breaths.

“You’re a mess.”

She flipped me off, then gave me a lazy smile. “Best lunch break ever.”

I chuckled to myself, earning a quizzical look from Lila.

“What?”

“Your hair is a beautiful fucking mess.”

She reached up and her fingers combed through it, trying to straighten it and get out the knots I’d made. My wife looked thoroughly sexed—a look I loved to see her wear. Unfortunately, we were at the office and had to at least look presentable before we opened the door to the sixth floor conference room.

The quiet little corner became our occasional afternoon delight spot. With the trial closing in, we both needed the physical reassurance and calm that came from touching each other.

“I was thinking about having roasted chicken breast and red potatoes for dinner.”

I thought it over as I pushed the tails of my dress shirt back into my slacks. “Sounds pretty good. Maybe some salad as well. My stomach hasn’t been right since that weird Indian place Drew took us to on Monday.” She smiled, laughing to herself. “What?”

She shook her head. “Nothing.”

I threw my jacket back on and walked over to her, pulling her to me. “It’s not nothing.”

She bit her bottom lip, a blush creeping along her cheeks. “We’re just weird.”

“We’re weird?”

“I mean, I don’t watch sitcoms, but I’ve seen some when I dated Drew and spent time with Caroline. The things the people talked about were often strange to me.” I quirked my brow at her, and she sighed. “You know I have warped perceptions on reality, and our conversation was oddly similiar to those shows. I didn’t realize we’d become so mainstream and domesticated.”

I laughed out loud. Normalcy was weird to her, and we were engaging in a normal, everyday couple conversation—the type we’d had hundreds of.

“Baby, we’re married.”

Her brow scrunched. “And?”

“And we’re evolving as people and a couple. Life isn’t only about the crap we’ve been through anymore. The everyday shit, sharing it, and living life is the new us.”

“I didn’t say it was bad, just…weird.” She tucked her head. “And I kind of like it.”

I wrapped my arms around her and held her close. “You’ll get used to it, and it won’t be weird anymore.” She snuggled into my chest, a content sigh coming from her. “Dinner sounds great.”

“You can make the salad.”

I smiled and kissed the top of her head. “One of the few things I can make.”

“You’ve gotten better at other things.”

I nodded. “I have.”

“You can make lasagna tomorrow.”

“Mmm, that sounds good.”

“Tomorrow. I’m making chicken tonight. Besides, we’ll need to stop at the grocery store.”

I opened the door and held it for her to walk through. One of the few locals of the floor passed by, giving us a knowing look.

I didn’t care who knew. Was it unprofessional to have sex at the office? Hell, yes. Was that going to stop me? Not a fucking chance. Discreet was what we strived for, but sometimes it was inevitable that someone heard us.

“Your tie is messed up.” She reached up and adjusted it as we rode the elevator back up.

We were walking down the hall back to her office when I noticed Caroline standing in front of Lila’s office, tapping her foot with her arms crossed in front of her. What had her so pissed?

“My God, Nate, can’t you wait a few hours until you get home?” She huffed as we neared.

I grinned at her. “No.”

She rolled her eyes, then pointed at her watch as she looked at Lila. “Tick-tock, girl. We have lunch plans, and you’re eating into them with your sexcapades.”