50 Shades of Drake 3 and 4

Torn: Chapter Sixty-Three

    Destiny gathered up the remnants of her lunch and discarded them in the nearest waste bin before leaving the cafeteria. She returned to her office to find Aubrey seated in her chair with an elbow resting on her desk. Slowly closing the door behind her, she greeted, "Hello."

    "Hello," he said back to her. "You should really lock your office door when you leave for lunch."

    "Sometimes I forget," she admitted, walking further into the office.

    He stood up from her chair and walked around her desk. Leaning against the front of her desk, he reached out and grabbed the bottom of her navy blue vest, pulling her towards him. "You look like a sexy stewardess in this outfit."

    She laughed nervously and looked away from him.

    He continued to pull her closer, until her breasts were pressed against his suit jacket and dress shirt. "I was sitting in this boring meeting, listening to these old guys talking. It was actually a very important meeting, too. So I should have been listening. I should have been paying attention. But..." He started to unbutton her vest. "I couldn't pay attention to what they were saying. All I could think to myself was, I wish I was kissing Destiny. I wish I was tasting her lips right now."

    Her cheeks flushed. "There's a lot of work that I need to get through today," she said, gently removing his hands from her vest and walking around her desk.

    He looked at her for a moment. Then he walked over to her office door, locked it, and walked back to her desk. After bracing both arms on her desk, he leaned down. "Are you playing hard to get with me?"

    "No, of course not," she replied, sitting down and logging into her computer.

    Straightening his posture, he said, "No, you're not playing hard to get. You're trying to brush me off. Why?"

    "I'm not brushing you off," she told him.

    "Then come here."

    She looked up at him, saw the challenge in his eyes. Taking a deep breath, she stood up, rounded her desk, and stood before him.

    He grabbed her by the hips, hoisted her up, and set her on the corner of her desk.

    "You're not going to fuck me right here," she told him, searching his eyes.

    "Why not?" he questioned, roughly shoving up her skirt and spreading her legs apart so he could stand between them. "Are you afraid your little boyfriend might hear us?"

    She shook her head silently.

    He flashed her a smile that said he knew otherwise and leaned forward so he could whisper in her ear, "I hope he does hear us, actually. Is that petty of me?"

    Her eyes lowered down to his hands, which were continuing to unbutton her vest. She watched as he peeled off her vest and the white, short-sleeved shirt she wore underneath it. Her thighs closed around him while alarms were ringing in her head. Having sexual interaction with two men in the same day is entering into thot territory, according to Jasmine...and the rest of the world. So what am I doing?

    His hand curled around her back and unhooked her bra. He slid the straps down her arms with his eyes locked on her. "You look so vulnerable right now," he said, dropping her bra on the floor. "And there's something incredibly sexy about you looking vulnerable when just a few days ago, you were telling me what to do and calling me names." He leaned his head down and kissed her bare shoulder. His kisses trailed from her shoulder to her neck, which he sucked on gently.

    Thot territory or not, I can't turn him away. She grabbed his belt and unbuckled it, moaning quietly at the feel of his lips on her neck. Her thighs tightened around him again as she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.

    The moment her hand closed around him, he groaned low into her neck and raised his head. Desire blazed in his eyes as he dipped his head down and kissed her. He squeezed her hips and tried to pull her even closer to him.

    She stroked him while her tongue wrestled with his, ran her thumb over the smooth head while sucking on his bottom lip.

    He moved his hips back and forth, in rhythm with the pace of her stroke. One of his hands slipped inside the waistband of her panties while their lips were locked. "Damn, you're so fucking wet," he whispered against her lips.

    It was becoming more and more difficult to remain quiet, and nearly impossible when he slid two fingers inside of her. A heel slipped off of her foot, and she barely noticed. With Aubrey hard in her hand and his fingers teasing more wetness out of her, she was on an entirely different plane of existence.

    He pressed his forehead to hers and licked his lips slowly. To see Aubrey lick his lips was to want to lick them for him. His sexy levels were off the charts when he licked his lips.

    She arched against his hand and squeezed her hand tighter around him while stroking.

    His lips parted and he closed his eyes, breathing heavily while pushing his fingers in and out of her. "Ah," he gasped out, lowering his forehead to her shoulder. He kissed her shoulder shortly before groaning into it. "Fuck."

    Her second orgasm for the day was quickly approaching, and she could tell he was close. She stroked him faster.

    He groaned into her shoulder again and leaned heavily against her.

    She locked her ankles behind his back and didn't stop stroking him until hot stickiness erupted all over her hand. Even then, she continued to stroke, teasing out those last few stubborn drops. He lifted his head and stared down at her. Her own climax crashed down around her, and she felt her vaginal muscles contracting around his hand. She opened her mouth to cry out, but he clamped his free hand over her mouth. She moaned into one hand while his other hand still penetrated her.

    When they were done, he didn't show any signs of leaving. He continued to lean into her, kept his fingers inside of her. Her hand stayed around him, stroking his wetness over the head. He kissed her on the lips. Soft, gentle. Only when the kiss was over, did he step back from her.

    The cleaning up process after their steamy makeout session lasted as long as the session itself. He cursed under his breath while trying to rub a stain out of the front of his pants while she wiped up his juices with the assistance of Kleenex and hand sanitizer.

    They snuck glances at each other while fixing their clothes. "I don't know what got into me," he said, buckling his belt. "I just...had to have you. I mean...I pretty much always feel this way, but this time it was different. I literally had to have you, no matter the risk."

    "That's how I felt yesterday," she said, pressing a hand down the front of her skirt. "It's how I still feel."

    "I guess we can blame the weather?" He chuckled and closed the distance between them. His arms slid around her waist and he bent his head down to give her one last kiss. "I'll stop by to grab you before I head home?"

    She nodded. "Just message me."

    He touched his nose to hers, then reluctantly backed away.

    When he was gone, she resumed her position behind her desk and opened her desk drawer. She pulled out her purse, rummaged around it for her phone, and sent a text message to Jasmine.

TEXT TO: Jasmine Brown

MESSAGE: So...welcome to Thot Territory.Population: Me.