Free Beneath the Surface by M.A. Stacie Page B

ear. “I’m going to take you here, Dale.
    Rough. Hard.”
    Biting her lip, she stopped a loud groan of lust from escaping. The way he spoke, the words he used, had her insane with desire.
    “I’m not going to touch you again until you agree to it.”
    “I d-don’t . . .”
    “Don’t what? Want me to do this?” He started trailing little kisses down her neck, his fingers walking up her spine. She was melting into a pool of arousal, wet with the anticipation. The desire grew worse when he spoke; his lips moving against her neck.
    “Don’t want me to fuck you? Is that what you're trying to say?”
    Dale struggled to verbalize what she needed. The concern for their surroundings still clung to her.
    Instead of words, she used actions, and ground her ass against his erection.
    “That’s not good enough. Tell me.”
    Her heart sped up as she finally said, “Yes, I want you.”
    “How? How do you want me?” His words were followed by the tearing of the condom packet. He lifted her hip, and with a little twisting, she watched him sheath himself while still keeping her back to him. Air rushed from her lungs. They were going to have sex. At work. In the boardroom.
    Dale’s breathing became shallow as her temperature began to rise.
    Kyran caressed her ass and then her thighs. She closed her eyes, preparing for Kyran to enter her.
    “Oh God!” She screamed out when she felt his tongue lap at her sex.
    “Damn, you are delicious.”
    Unable to form a coherent sentence, she murmured her response, hoping he took her garbled words as a good thing. He was going to kill her before he even entered her. His tongue was divine, and she wanted more.
    Rolling her hips against his mouth as she opened her eyes, she felt him hum in approval. The vibration ran along his tongue, tickling her clit. It was too much. Her stomach began to spasm and her thighs shook. “Please . . .”
    She begged, resting her face onto the cold table.
    Kyran paused and then moved back up her body. “Please, what?”
    “I need to feel you inside me.”
    Her skin was on fire, a sweat breaking out on her forehead. He gripped her hips and his erection rested against the crease of her ass.
    “That's all I was waiting for.”
    He shifted his position and pushed Dale down to rest on her elbows.
    They both hissed as he entered her body. She moved her legs farther apart to accommodate him; the man was larger than she’d assumed.
    “Dale,” he whispered, pulling his cock out of her.
    Dale whined, though it morphed into a grunt when Kyran proceeded to slam himself right back in. He set the pace and continued to thrust into her with force. It was rougher than she’d ever had, and yet the whole scenario was perfect, taking her to heights she’d never been to before.

    Their moans filled the room, escalating when Kyran slipped a hand around to her clit and pressed with his thumb. Dale bucked against him, mewling like a kitten. Dale wondered how he could know what she needed, what would make her lose her mind.
    The table scraped a little on the floor, but Kyran pounded harder and harder into her. It verged on brutal. Dale thought she would probably have bruises in his wake.
    “Fuck, Dale, you feel so damn tight.”
    Her skin began to tingle as her orgasm started to build.
    “You’re so slick. So fucking perfect.”
    She moaned louder, no longer concerned if they got caught. Kyran began to speed up, stroking her clit and driving her closer to her crescendo.
    Their voices became a series of husky groans, and with each thrust they grew less rational.
    Dale spiraled over the edge. She cried out as the white light seared through her system. Pleasure burst within her, and every cell in her body exploded with ecstasy. Kyran grunted and followed her as he pressed his face into her back, muffling the sounds of his own orgasm. She was oblivious to everything, consumed by her fulfillment. Her heart was pounding, her blood coursing through her body far faster than it