Office Affairs (+18) | Completed

CHAPTER 25

WARNING THIS IS THE SMUT PART , SO YOU CAN SKIP IT IF U WANT TO , ENJOY !<3

Jane POV

I couldn't breathe, but oddly enough I didn't care. What was oxygen when you would die sooner by the aching need in your core?

Peter's mouth was everywhere. He dipped between my breasts, he nipped at my neck, he ravaged my lips. It was all I could do to stay standing as he pulled down my skirt and I stepped out of it.

My hands greedily swept over all of him, feeling the smooth expanse of skin across his back, dropping between his legs to sample the hard bulge of his cock. I couldn't get enough.

I managed to unbutton his jeans, which he kicked off with haste. Standing there, with such limited barriers of underwear between us, I felt on the edge of something great. Or something horrible.

Only one way to find out, and I was already too far gone to be able to stop.

With a growl that sounded almost inhuman, Peter threw me onto the bed and pounced, sliding a hand between my legs and causing me to buck up in pleasure as he slipped inside of me.

"You're so wet," he purred. "All for me."

"Yes," I hissed.

He nipped at my neck and rubbed his thumb against my clit. "Tell me what you want."

"You," I replied.

His fingers took on an unforgiving and mind blowing pace.

"No, Jane," he said. "Tell me what you want." His breath was hot against my neck. "Don't be afraid to be specific."

I'd never been particularly good at dirty talk. With previous boyfriends, it had always made me feel awkward more than anything else. But with Peter, I felt powerful, charged with eroticism. So I moaned, "I want your cock, Peter. I need you inside of me."

He chuckled. "Good girl."

In an instant, Peter had divested us of our remaining clothes. There were no more barriers—no more waiting.

I felt the tip of him pressing against my entrance, and I gulped. He was large. Would I be able to fit him? My question was answered as he slowly sunk inside, stretching me and filling me more than any man ever had. I cried out in rapture, as if every nerve in my body sizzled from the sensation.

When he began to move, that feeling only intensified. As our bodies moved together, I wouldn’t have been surprised if the air around us ignited. I was on fire.

I felt the pressure of my orgasm begin to build deep in my belly, sweet and promising. With my mouth against Peter’s shoulder I tensed, urging it along. I needed that release. I needed that explosion. Peter responded by thrusting harder, pounding into me with an intensity that caused the bed to rock. I screwed my eyes shut as I felt it building, building but not breaking.

My moans grew louder, my grinding against Peter more urgent.

Then it broke.

My scream as I came drew Peter wild, and as I descended into the spiraling depths of pleasure he became frantic. I could taste the sweat on his neck, hear him grunting with the strain of his impending release. Once. Twice. And with a third and final thrust, he released inside of me, collapsing into a panting heap on top of my chest.

END OF SMUT PART <3

I tilted my head from his shoulder to place a peck just below his ear. “Wow,” I said.

His laughs were muffled by the pillow below him. He rose up onto his forearms, and placed a sweet kiss on my lips. “Wow, indeed.”

Even ruffled by sex, he still looked every bit the god that I had gotten used to. Even perspiration suited his perfect face. I smiled, allowing those baby blue depths to draw me in.

“What?” he asked. He rolled over onto his back and pulled me over top of him, stroking my back.

“Nothing,” i said. “I guess I just can’t believe I’m here.” Then, when he looked down at me quizzically I added, “Sleeping with my boss.”

He closed his eyes and relaxed onto the pillow. “Don’t worry,” he said. “This can just be between us.”

Something about the way he said it made me feel cheap. The words themselves made me feel cheap. I knew that it shouldn’t have; I knew he probably just meant to ease my concern that people would start thinking of me as the office tramp or something. Nevertheless, I couldn’t help the twinge of sadness that went through me.

What had I expected? That he would bed me and then confess his undying love for me? Would I have even warned that? Still, I couldn’t help but wonder what was to happen now. Would he move onto the next conquest now that he’d finally gotten me? Would we continue meeting in secret, having a purely sexual fling that would eventually erode into self-loathing and regret?

I tried to push all of these thoughts away, but it seemed like they had returned with a vengeance since being wiped away by my lust.

“I have to go,” I said, sitting up. I unwound myself from his arms, ignoring the confused look on his face.

“Stay,” he said gently.

But I needed to go. I needed to gather my thoughts and talk myself down. So I gathered my things, put on my clothes, and headed out the door.