Chapter 82: _Our Little Spot
Celeste’s POV
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(Warning: Mature Content Ahead)
The kiss took my breath away, his grip on my waist tightening. His other hand tugged my bra, slowly trailing back and taking off the straps.
I arched into his length, rubbing my ass against it.
"Hmph." He moaned into the kiss, pulling away after a breath. "Trouble maker."
With a small push, he had me resting on the desk, arms propped up by my elbows. I gasped, barely able to catch my breath as the hand on my waist slipped to my skirt.
He bundled it up in folds, leaving my silk underwear open. "I’ve waited too long for another chance," he brushed his length between my crack. "Fuck, Celeste."
Biting my bottom lip, I leaned back a bit, letting his length fit perfectly between my cheeks. "Are you going to take long to get to the chase today?"
"We have till midnight, love." He spanked me hard, the sound resonating off the walls and making me jerk. "Don’t be so impatient. I want you..." Another spank, softer this time. "To have and enjoy all of me as slow and steady as possible. And vice versa."
There was a pause for a couple of seconds.
Then—
He pulled down my underwear with one fluid movement. The sound of him getting on his knees behind me sent adrenaline through my core.
I knew what was coming. I craved it so badly and might’ve had too many wet dreams about it these past days—yet nothing prepared me for the feeling of him spreading my legs and flicking his tongue deep into my entrance.
"F–Fuck..." A hitched breath tore past my lips. "Are you... How long are you—"
"You shouldn’t be talking so much, love." His tongue moved in there, words slurring as he spoke. "You shouldn’t be talking at all. Not when I desire to taste every last drop of you."
His fingers dug deeper into my thighs, pain and pleasure mixing into something sharp and unbidden. The sounds of his deep kisses on my pussy cracked so loud I feared people would hear.
"S–Si—" I stretched a hand back, grabbing his forehead. But one deep thrust of his tongue stole my words faster than I could think them.
My eyes rolled back, fingers loosening on his forehead.
Was I... Was I close already?
"Ah—I’m... I’m coming..." I sprang up, knuckles curling tight on the desk. "Oh, gods!"
I came undone, spasming and subconsciously clenching my thighs on his face. He didn’t budge, keeping his face there like he was in paradise.
Trails of my fluids trickled down my legs. Vision became blurred but I pushed through the haze, struggling to stand firmly.
"So bloody sweet." He finally moved his face out of there, flicking his tongue along my left thigh. "Stay steady, love." No sooner had he said that than he rose to his feet.
Strong hands kept my legs apart, the sound of his belt unbuckling heightening my heartbeat.
Were we going to fuck while still clothed? I’ve never done it—not to mention I preferred seeing the other party naked.
Usually...
"You ready?" He groaned into my neck, pressing his face on it. His length throbbed against my entrance, waiting to dive in.
I didn’t have the chance to respond when he slammed into me like a freight train, almost making me stumble.
"Argh!" I yelped, holding onto the desk like life depended on it. "D–Deeper..."
He moved again, this time guiding every last inch of himself into me until his balls slapped my ass. I closed my lips, head lowering as he pulled out gently before slamming in again with the same intensity.
That went on for gods knows how long, sweat slicking my uniform, sex and pheromones filling the air and his grip on my waist keeping me grounded.
Thinking was a herculean task and so was trying to glance back at him. "I... The clothes, S–Silas—fuck!"
His dick hit with enough force to make me fall chest flat against the desk. I winced, sweat dropping and making my eyes flutter.
"You don’t like this?" He asked, a hand already going over my top uniform. Once he grabbed my bra’s strap, he pulled away by only a couple of inches. "Use your words, love."
Despite what he said all I could manage was a stiff nod and a breathless "yes".
Silas stayed in for a few more seconds before he plopped out, turning me around so I could face him. His hands grabbed my thighs, lifting me and sitting me on the desk.
Now I had a chance to take him in.
His uniform was unbuttoned, leaving most of his chest exposed. As for his pants and underwear—they pooled on the ground, surrounding his ankles.
My teeth bit on my bottom lip while my eyes scrutinised his body. "Gods..."
I fucking wanted to take those clothes off and feel every inch of his muscles as he drove into me.
He sure as heck knew that.
But still didn’t act on it.
Our lips crashed in a kiss again, his hands keeping my legs apart. The desk’s cold surface was in contrast to the heat pooling from him.
"Is it me?" Silas suddenly rasped, veiny length aching to rail me again. "Or is this desk starting to turn to our little spot? Cleaning up last time without the Alphas sniffing was a chore."
I grinned, arms wrapping around his neck and legs around his waist. "So you’re saying the cleanup wasn’t worth it last time?"
His eyes flickered. "Of course, it was. A hundred thousand times. I—"
A sloppy kiss was all it took to kill whatever he had to say next. He rubbed his thumbs on my thighs, pushing himself into me yet again.
This time I had the liberty of touching him to my satisfaction. My fingers roamed past his uniform, stripping it off completely until he was bare-chested.
Then I got the chance to caress his abs, biceps and—that spot on his stomach.
It was healed completely now, of course, but simply remembering that incident that led to us getting close in the first place made me smile.
Sadly, even the smile didn’t last long, dissipating into the room alongside my moans and the sound of our bodies meeting.
His hand slid over the desk again. "Looks like I’m not done with you yet."
And neither was I.
