On His Desk by Mia Faye

Chapter 28

AVA

“Let’s go home!” Michael growls to me, waylaying me on my way to the bathroom.

He sounds so serious and almost angry. I try and search his face but I’m too tipsy to read him.

“Sure,” I tell him. “After I pee.” I giggle as I slip into the bathroom.

I do a little dance in front of the mirror before going into one of the cubicles. It’s been a lovely evening and night. It’s been fun getting to know everyone and laughing without a care in the world. Most people are curious about Michael.

Apparently, he keeps a lot to himself. It doesn’t help that they have the same impression of him that I had when we first met. The ladies are both frightened and fascinated by him. I saw naked desire in some of them and smiled smugly inside.

I sing tunelessly as I splash water on my face and then grin at my reflection. I grab my clutch bag and saunter out of the washroom.

“I almost came in after you,” Michael says, his tone serious. “Meet me downstairs. The Uber is waiting.”

He doesn’t give me a chance to respond and I frown as I follow him. I wave at the people I met on the way out. Michael is standing by the Uber and when he sees me, he opens the door. He gives the driver my address.

“How come you don’t want to be seen with me?” I ask him when we both enter the car.

“I was protecting you from office gossip,” Michael says.

Even in the darkness of the car, I can see that his jaw is clenched. I angle my knees to his.

“Did you enjoy the party?” I ask him.

“It was fine,” Michael says, his voice terse.

I’m too tired to concentrate and I lay my head on his shoulder. His hand goes around me, and he caresses my back. It feels so good that my eyelids grow heavy.

I wake up to a hand gently shaking me awake.

“We’re home,” Michael says and proceeds to help me out of the car.

The wind whips across my face and removes any traces of sleep as I fish into my bag for the keys. I feel a lot better after that short nap. Michael keeps his hand around my waist protectively and when I get the keys out, he takes them and unlocks the door.

Inside my apartment, Michael takes me into his arms as soon as I close the door. I let my clutch bag fall and cup his face. His chin has newly formed stubble and rubbing it feels so hot. He growls as we kiss, a sign that he’s very aroused.

I slip a hand between us. I rub his hard cock through his pants. My panties are damp. Michael’s hand slips under my dress and he rubs my pussy through my panties.

“I want to fuck you now, Ava. Are you ready for me?” Michael growls.

My legs turn to jelly. His words inflame the fire in my belly. If I wasn’t ready, I am now. “Yes.”

He takes my hand and leads me to the couch but instead of laying me down on it, he turns me around.

“Bend over and hold on to the armrest.” Michael’s voice is raw and gruff.

I do as he says. He pushes my dress up, grips the waistband of my panties, and yanks them down. I make a move to kick my high heels out.

“Don’t. I want to fuck you in your heels. You look so hot,” Michael says.

His hands caress my ass cheeks. “You have a perfect ass.” A hand goes to my pussy and I hear his deep inhale. “You’re dripping wet, Ava.”

“I’ve been thinking of your cock all evening,” I admit to him.

“Oh yeah?” Michael says. “What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking of this moment when I get to have your big cock in my pussy, filling me, making me moan and scream.”

“Fuck, Ava,” Michael says.

His hand touches my throbbing pussy and I rub against his hand. I hear the rustle of clothes and in the next moment, Michael’s hard cock is rubbing the folds of my pussy, nudging them open.

My whole body aches for his cock. “Please, Michael.”

“I’m going to fuck you hard, Ava,” Michael growls.

His words make me tremble. He pushes his cock in and I close my eyes and lose myself to the sensation of being completely filled up. Soon, my living room is filled with my loud cries of pleasure. I worry about waking up my neighbors on the upper floor, but I can’t seem to control my mouth.

I grip the armrest as Michael pumps his cock in and out of me. His hands grip my ass cheeks, pushes them further apart, and buries his cock even deeper in me. I feel his finger on my clit, teasing and playing with it, all without changing the rhythm of his thrusts.

My body jerks involuntarily and my pussy clenches against Michael’s cock. I writhe and whimper as my body is gripped by an orgasm. I call out Michael’s name over and over again.

“Yes, baby,” he says. “Come for me.”

Michael’s cock swells, pushing against the walls of my pussy and he lets out a deep moan. Hot jets of cum fill my pussy as he keeps pumping in and out. When it’s over, he slides his cock out, picks me up like I weigh nothing, and carries me to the bathroom.

We strip off the rest of our clothes and stand under the warm shower grinning at each other. Michael washes me and I do the same to him, and when we’re done, we go to my room and get under the covers.

“You met everyone today?” Michael says as we lay on our sides facing each other.

“I did. They’re good people.”

“Mmm. I saw you talking to Luke, one of the associates. You two looked like you were having a good time.”

For a few seconds, I’m speechless. Michael is jealous! Unbelievable. Yes, Luke was flirting shamelessly with me, but it doesn’t matter. The hottest man in the world could flirt with me and I wouldn’t be interested.

“He was good company,” I finally tell Michael.

“He’s known for his office conquests. Be careful, Ava,” Michael says.

I don’t know whether to be angry or amused. “Michael, I’m a grown woman, I can take care of myself.”

A memory comes to my mind. Me asking Barry about Wendy and the horrible feeling of jealousy that had come over me. I’d hate Michael to feel something like that on my account. More so when there’s no reason to be jealous.

I cup his cheek. “You don’t need to worry about Luke or any other man. I’m yours.”

He stares at me intently and then leans forward to kiss me. Michael pulls me into his arms as the kiss deepens.

“I’m going to make love to you now,” he says in a voice so low that I wonder if I heard him correctly.

He pushes me gently to my back and then lies on top of me, aligning his body to mine. He braces his elbows on either side of me and proceeds to kiss and nibble my neck and my shoulders, each time returning to kiss my mouth.

I caress his head, shoulders, and back. Michael uses his tongue and hands to explore every part of my body. I writhe and cry out softly when he touches or licks an ultra-sensitive spot.

“You’re so beautiful,” Michael says.

He makes me feel beautiful. He holds my boobs as if they are the sexiest pair he has ever seen. He straddles me without putting his weight on me and plays with my nipples. His cock and balls rest in my stomach and I caress them with light strokes.

He lowers his head and takes a nipple into his mouth and palms the other one. I arch my back and let out a deep groan.

“Don’t stop,” I tell him as he quenches the fire in my boobs with his tongue and hands.

This time when Michael takes me, it’s with slow unhurried strokes. We kiss in between thrusts and I caress his back and ass. We stare into each other’s eyes as our bodies are joined and our sweat mixes.

When we come, we cling to each other tightly and Michael whispers sweet words into my ear. Words that only make sense when we’re in the throes of passion. Words that couldn’t possibly be true in the real world because we’re just lovers. Nothing more.