Chapter 49 You don't know it
Ruel's POV
I slam the door behind her, my hand lingering on the knob.
I hate how hard it is for me to pretend that I didn't perceive it. That I didn't smell her arousal.
It could have just been my imagination but the way she looked up at me, how her fingers gripped my thighs…
“Goddess” I exhale, leaning against the door with my forehead pressed to the cool wood, as I try to steady myself.
But heat builds up in me, my body refusing to listen and forget. My thoughts swell– the warmth from her mouth as her parted lips brushed my pants, the pressure of her palms on my thigh as she pulled herself up, that not-so-innocent look in her eyes.
I push off the door and stalk across the room, leaving the files lying forgotten on the floor. Silently I drop into the chair behind my desk, my hooded eyes fixed on the door but my mind a million miles away.
She is kneeling in front of me, her confused yet needy gaze fixed on me.
My cock strains against my pants, hard and aching from the brief contact. I close my eyes and breathe out, nearly feeling the ghost of her warm breath through the thin fabric.
My breathing grows heavier as I shift in my seat, trying to adjust, but the friction only makes it worse. A low growl rumbles in my chest.
I need to focus on work, on the reports stacked in front of me, but my mind rebels. It keeps replaying the scene over and over again.
I close my eyes, willing the images away, but no, they flood in stronger. My imagination takes over as I give in to it, permitting a twisted, much darker version of what just happened.
In my mind, Ira doesn’t pull away. Instead, she stays on her knees, her ocean blue eyes lifting to meet mine with a mix of curiosity and desire. Her wet smart lips part slightly, and she whispers my name…
"Ruel" The tenderness in her tone, just like her warm hands, glides up my thighs. I push my hips forward, spreading my legs, enough for her to fit perfectly between them.
“Ira,” I hiss when her fingers trace the outline of my hardness through light pants.
I throw my head back, my eyes closed, my mouth open as I picture the heat of her touch seeping through. All the while my hand rubs the growing problem between my legs, making me throb with need.
I lean back in the chair, allowing myself get lost as I pull out my cock, spitting once on my palm and using that as a lubricant.
In my head, Ira's breath quickening as she exposes me. She licks her lips nervously but leans forward.
“So needy for my cock,” I groan, my hand grabbing her hair from behind, pushing her head closer to the mark.
“Please,” She stutters, her mouth watering.
“Fuck.” I exhale shakily, imagining her take me in, her lips wrapping around my tip, so soft and wet.
A shudder runs through me as I twist my hand over the tip of my cock, mimicking the possible feel of her tongue swirling, exploring, tasting me.
“Goddess, I should stop.”
My other hand pulls down my pants as I stroke my cock faster, shamelessly leaking precum for a woman I shouldn’t be imagining being with.
She takes me deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks. I throw my head back, my eyes watering as her hands grip my thighs for balance, nails digging in just enough to sting. I thread my fingers through her hair, guiding her gently at first, then firmer as the pleasure builds.
She moans around me, causing shockwaves to race up my spine from the vibration.
I quicken my strokes, my breath coming in ragged pants. The chair creaks under me as I shift, spreading my legs wider.
I want her so bad.
Sweat runs down my neck as I picture her releasing me from her glistening lips, her teary eyes on me as she stands, her dress hiking up as she straddles my lap in the chair. Her thighs press against mine, hot. I imagine pulling her in for a kiss as she grinds against me, her breaths mingling with mine.
In reality, my free hand grips the armrest, my knuckles turning pale. I pump harder, the slick sound filling the room as pre-cum leaks steadily now, easing the glide. The stench of my arousal thick in my study.
Ira gasps as I guide myself into her entrance, sinking deeper into her tight wet hole. I can see her gasp, her head falling back from the feeling of me filling her up.
I thrust up in the fantasy, meeting her movements as she rides me wildly.
My strokes match the pace now, fast and urgent. My shirt sticks to my back. It’s too late when I realise how far gone I am. I don’t care anymore, I don’t care if she’s a stray, a weakness in disguise… If this is forbidden.
In my head, I bury myself deep in her walls, spilling inside her until she’s crying out my name.
In reality, I groan low and guttural, my cock pulsing in my hand. Hot cum spills over my fingers, coating my shaft as I milk every last drop, short tremors coursing through me.
I ride it out, drawing out the pleasure with a clenched jaw until I am spent.
My chest heaves as I slump back in the chair, my hand still wrapped around my now softening cock. For a moment my mind refuses to focus on the consequences of my action. And even though I refuse to meditate on what these means, I can feel it– The shift.
I know now that I’ve given in to my lustful thoughts, I’ll never be able to stop myself from imagining being with her.
I clean myself up with tissues from the desk, wiping away the evidence of my loss of control. My body feels heavy, sated but not fully, proving how I’ve only managed to increase my hunger for Ira.
If the real thing is anything like what I imagined…
No. Enough of that thought.
Fuck. You affect me like no one ever has, and you don’t even know it.