Thicker Than Water [18+]

Chapter 7: Seductive

***WARNING: Explicit Sexual Content***

I couldn't believe that I was stuck in this situation with Mr. Sterling yet again. I told him that I would handle the possible next attack alone, but it hadn't come until the timing was the worst. Despite me wanting to assert that I just needed time alone to overcome this, I knew that I couldn't. The pain would've been too much. And now that I was in Mr. Sterling's arms, I really couldn't say no.

He didn't take as long as last time to slip his tongue into my mouth, making me moan louder than I meant to once he did. His hands began to undo my vest and blouse, fingers grazing my bare chest absolutely sending electricity down my spine. I could already feel myself start to get wet and aching for more. The feeling just grew more intense as he also began to unzip the side zipper of my dark purple, pencil skirt.

"Put your arms around me and hang on tight." He commanded, taking my breath away with his assertive dominance. I immediately did as I was told, wrapping my arms around his neck right as his hands slipped under my shirt to unhook my bra and grope my breasts. His lips began to work on my sensitive neck at the same time, threatening to just melt me into a puddle on his desk. No wonder he told me to hang on to him. This felt amazing.

"Ahhh! Mr. Sterling!" I gasped, shuttering at each brush of his fingers against my nipple and his tongue against my neck. I soon bit my lip afterward, not wanting to draw attention to our unseemly actions. My head turned towards the door in a panic, but Mr. Sterling just pulled my chin to look right at him again.

"This office is soundproof. Moan all you need, Hema." He reassured, his tongue wrestling mine once more right after. Gods, his confidence right now was so sexy. It was turning me on so badly that I could feel my panties becoming drenched from my own wetness. My cheeks grew warmer, becoming bashful at my own lewdness.

My skirt was pulled down, revealing just how wet I was growing to be. The cold air hit my soaked panties, sending a new kind of pleasurable sensation through my abdomen. Mr. Sterling glanced down to see what was making me shiver so intensely, his eyes glimmering. Then, his lips grazed my earlobe and his hot breath tickled my skin. His voice was seductively deep. "No need to be embarrassed. I'll take care of you."

I was gently laid down on the desk, my body giving in to his every touch and desire for me. My panties and pantyhose were being stripped off, my wet, twitching slit being revealed in broad daylight. My voice came out small and breathless. "M-Mr. Sterling. . ."

Soft lips traveled down between my chest, to my stomach, and finally down to my glistening sex. Before he continued, he paused, looked up into my feverish eyes, and corrected me. "Vincent."

Finally, he buried his mouth against my slit, lathering my clit with his warm tongue. My back arched and I nearly screamed. A thrilling fire was burning my skin in the most mind-blowing way. I was sensitive to my core and my boss was just encouraging it all. His tongue felt unbelievably good as it pushed and twirled against my swollen clit. Every now and then, he would lap up my escaping nectar, making me buck up against such a heavenly feeling. He left no room for me to worry about how indecent I was or if I tasted fine. The way he devoured me like a sweet treat made my head spin.

"Mmn! Hahh! V-Vincent~!" I cried out as he buried his mouth deeper into me, his tongue teasing my opening before dragging up all the way back to my clit. His neat hair which was becoming unkempt began tickling the inside of my thighs, adding another sensation of pleasure for me to overdose on. The shaking became more aggressive as I felt an oncoming orgasm. My hands that gripped his desk were taken up. When I looked down, I saw Vincent staring up at me as he placed my hands into his hair.

"Go ahead. Grip as much as you need to." He smirked before darting his tongue back out once more. My body instinctively gripped his hair, my mind going blank as I chased the feeling of a powerful climax. I knew that what I was doing was disgraceful. The way I moved my hips up for more, the way I begged him not to stop, the way I pulled his locks as I shuttered. However, the lustful magic that consumed my soul didn't let me care long enough to put an end to this. Instead, it just made my senses tingle all that much stronger as I prepared for a climax.