“What are you…?” Your words falter, descending into a groan as a wet tongue licks achingly slowly up the side of your neck.
Spike’s hands fist in the jacket of your suit and pull you in closer to where he is leaning casually against your desk.
“Spike…” The protest is half-hearted at best.
“Shhh,” he admonishes, teeth nibbling at that sensitive spot below your ear as he draws you close to him and wedges a thigh between your legs. “Can feel that you’re hard for me, pet.”
“We don’t have time…” you start, but once again lose the gist of what you’re saying as Spike sucks on your earlobe and then licks the shell of your ear. The slick sound of it fills your head and lust bursts through your body with a thick thump.
“Not gonna take long,” he murmurs and you can hear the amusement in his voice. In between little licks and bites, he deliberately breathes cool puffs of air against your skin, goose-pebbling it. “Horny for me, aren’t you? Been smellin’ it all morning. Have you been imagining me on my knees, sucking your dick? Maybe eating out that sweet fucking arse of yours?”
You gasp, flushing and pressing closer to him. He smiles against your neck and then sucks on you, worrying skin between his teeth, before licking down to your collarbone. He’s deliberately making noise, the sounds so almost-obscene that it gets you impossibly harder.
“Not about fucking me, though. No,” he whispers silkily, starting to subtly rock his thigh so that it creates a little friction at the front of your pants. You want more. “Maybe about me fucking you, though? Yeah. I always know when you want me to ride you. Been thinking about me throwing you down on any available surface and slamming my cock into your arse, haven’t you?”
You think perhaps you manage to squeak and you nod slightly, but you can’t talk. It doesn’t matter; he doesn’t seem to want you to.
He slides one hand around to your back and all the way down to your ass, which he grips and begins to draw rhythmically back and forth. You’re now grinding against his upper thigh and the pressure on your dick feels so fucking good. You swallow hard and close your eyes.
“That’s it, luv. Get yourself off on me…” He’s doing this thing where he flexes and clenches his muscles so that they undulate against you as you rock against him, more and more of your own accord, and it feels much better than it should. He’s mouthing your throat, passing his tongue over your skin in broad sweeps.
You don’t know why you’re so excited. You fucked him last night but for some reason you haven’t been able to take your eyes off him this morning. You’ve been watching his lithe movements, eyes roaming over the muscles you can see clearly defined through his tee-shirt and every time his tongue put in an appearance or he shot that sexy gaze at you, you got aroused. And he’s right: you want him inside you.
You’re panting now, and his hands barely have to encourage your hips to move. Vaguely, you might be ashamed that you’re humping his leg like a horny puppy, but the friction is so good and the silk of your underwear is heightening the sensation…You think you’re getting towards the point where you won’t be able to stop.
“Spike…Stop. I’m too…”
“Shhh…Not going to stop, Peaches. Gonna fuck you later, like you want. Gonna fill you up and make you beg for more. But for now, I’m just gonna bring you off, just like this…”
He’s hard too, of course, but he’s not focussed on that. He’s focussed on you. He’s using his mouth and his words and his body and the fucking delicious scent of him – smoke and spice and lust – to push you past the point of no return. And you’re no match for him.
You’re thrusting up urgently against him now, breathing hard from the excitement and he lets you capture his mouth in a demanding kiss for a while, though he controls it, mapping you out intimately and forcefully with that wicked tongue.
Grinning, he pulls back from you and looks deep into your glazed eyes as he somehow manages the awkward feat of slipping his hand down the back of your pants. As he takes advantage of the fact that he has long, nimble digits to plunge his middle finger straight inside your ass, you know that you’re done for.
Apparently, he knows it too.
“Fuck, yeah…You feel so good and tight, baby. Can’t wait to fuck this hungry hole of yours later. You can’t wait either, can you? Gonna come, pet? Gonna shoot your load in your pants ‘cause you want me so bad?”
“Jesus, Spike,” you gasp. You don’t want to agree, but he timed it just right so that the flush of shame isn’t as strong as the added excitement it brings. You’re thrusting and grinding so hard against him, riding his thigh, and he’s jabbing and working his finger inside you in a way that should be more painful than pleasant but isn’t and you just…can’t…control it.
You know that if you don’t stop immediately then you’re gonna come, but you can’t stop and then it’s too late. The scales tip and you can feel the excitement shooting up from your toes and gathering in your balls and ass before bursting through your cock, ricocheting around your entire shuddering body.
He watches you intently as you flood your pants with cum, eyes bright with his own arousal and power, keeping up the pressure and bracing himself to support your body as you collapse.
You can’t believe you just did that. You have a meeting in approximately two and a half minutes.
“Fuck,” you whisper and he kisses you, which makes it a little better. He also pushes your groin away from his so that the spreading wetness doesn’t seep into his jeans and you blush slightly.
“And I didn’t touch your dick once,” he smirks.
You can’t quite decide whether you want to thank him or smack him for this little interlude, but you don’t have time to worry about it right now. You need to change your clothes.
Before you rush for the elevator, you take a couple of seconds to palm his erection, gratified to see his eyes flutter and roll as a muted curse falls from his lips.
“I’ll take care of this later,” you smile, knowing that the scent’s gonna drive you crazy for the entire meeting but not caring.
Spike always makes the day more interesting.