Quid Pro Quo (2 page)

fell to the floor. My panties quickly followed. I expected him to unzip his tactical pants but he stunned me

by clasping my inner thighs and shoving them wide apart.

"Put your feet on the desk," he ordered, his voice gruff.

I hastily complied. "What are you doing?"

"What do you think I'm going to do?"

My face burned with embarrassment. I cupped the bare lips of my pussy. "You don't have to do that."

He gazed up at me in confusion. "Has anyone ever licked your pussy, Nez?"

I gulped but whispered, "No."

"I've dreamed about this," he admitted, his voice now husky. "I dreamed about pushing you down on

my desk, ripping off your panties and eating your juicy cunt."

I inhaled a sharp breath at his frank description. He parted me with his fingertips, revealing every inch

of my pink, delicate flesh. His fingertip circled my clit. My lips parted and I panted as he tormented me with

his exploring fingers.

When his tongue flicked my clit, I fell back against the desk. I grabbed a fistful of my shirt and held

tight. "Oh, god!"

He chuckled softly and continued to swirl his tongue over my swollen bud. It was better than anything

I'd imagined. It felt so different than having a finger circling my clit. His tongue was wet and pliable but

firm. He lightly sucked on my clit and I saw stars. "Ah!"

He hummed with appreciation and continued to lavish my pussy with oral attention. His tongue slid

between my wet pussy lips and dipped inside me. I hissed at the sudden invasion of his tongue. It wiggled

inside me and then fucked me slowly. My hands smacked at the desktop and scattered papers and folders as

I bucked and rocked against his mouth. "Oh! Greg!
Greg
!"

Groaning with hunger, he returned to my clit. He lapped at the pink pearl until my thighs trembled. My

toes curled against the cool wooden desktop. My breaths grew shallow and fast as that panicky shudder

rocked my lower belly. My clit throbbed beneath his flicking tongue. Any second now I would come.

His name fell from my lips as I chased my climax. "Greg. Greg.
Gr-Greg
!"

I shattered into a million pieces. The explosion of pure bliss knocked the air right out of my lungs. I

undulated wildly and slapped at the desk. Greg gripped my inner thighs and held me wide open for his

sensual assault. "Oh! Fuck! No. No. No."

I couldn't take it. It was too much. His tongue lashed my pulsing clit even as my orgasm faded. Still, he

didn't let up. He seemed intent on forcing me into a second climax. He slurped my clit between his lips and

rubbed his tongue over the bud.

One of his thick fingers penetrated me and I gasped. A second finger soon joined that one. My pussy

was so wet now. I was making a mess of his desk with my slick juice. His fingers entered me easily, my

slippery nectar helping them glide in and out of my channel.

He curved his fingers inside me as he fucked me with them. I cried out when he found my g-spot. He

made sure to pump his fingertips against it. His tongue fluttered over my clit. Not sure what else to do I slid

my hand over the back of his held and gripped the desk with my other hand. I held on tight for the wild

ride.

"Greg! I—ah!
Ah
!" I came hard as his fingers and tongue tortured me. He ate my pussy like a starving

man. My shrieks of pleasure ricocheted off the walls of his office. I just hoped he didn't have nosy

neighbors who would call in and report us for disturbing the peace. "Please! Oh! No more!
Ah
. Please!"

When he finally showed mercy, I slumped back against the desk and tried to catch my breath. My whole

body vibrated and pulsed. He caressed my calves and wiped his mouth against my inner thigh. I let my

palm glide over his close-cropped dark hair.

"I think we should move this upstairs," Greg suggested.

Upstairs? His bed? If he made me feel this good eating my pussy on his desk, I couldn't wait to get into

his bed!

CHAPTER TWO

Greg led me upstairs to his bedroom. This was a floor of his house I'd never seen. The few times I'd

come over for a barbecue or whatever, I'd always stayed downstairs. His home was simply furnished with

nice, handmade furniture and neutral colors. It wasn't the route I would have chosen but it definitely

reflected Greg's tastes. Simple. Easy. Natural. Casual.

The master bedroom looked bigger than my cramped studio apartment. The massive king-sized bed was

a huge improvement over the lumpy secondhand futon I'd been crashing on for the last few weeks. I bet I

wouldn't wake up with a sore back and aching neck after a night in Greg's bed. Of course, I might end up

with a sore something else…

He grasped my hand and tugged me into the bathroom. I instantly fell in love with the old-school black

and white honeycomb tile. "Oh my gosh! This is so beautiful."

Greg smiled as my hand glided over the exquisite tiling. "I saved it during the renovation. I should have

known you'd appreciate it."

"I love mixing with old with new."

Greg snorted as he reached into the walk-in shower and spun the knobs on the faucet. "I guess that's a

good thing considering I'm nearly twice your age."

I blanched at the faux pas. "I didn’t mean—"

Greg cut me off with a wave of his hand and that boyish, playful grin. "I was just messing with you."

Wondering if there wasn't a little bit of truth to his remark, I remarked, "I don't mind the age thing,

Greg. It's okay. Honestly, I'm probably wired to gravitate toward an older, more stable man. After the hell

that was my childhood, I mean."

Greg slid his arms around my waist and kissed me tenderly. "Let me take care of you, Nez."

I stared into his honest brown eyes. My erratic childhood had taught me never to trust or rely on anyone

but myself. If anyone had a chance of breaking through those walls of protection I'd built around myself, it

was Greg. So far, he'd never done me dirty. He'd always been there for me, even in the most inconvenient

of times.

"I'm afraid," I admitted finally. "Being taken care of by you is the most appealing offer I've ever had in

my life, Greg. Really. You can't even imagine what it feels like for me to hear you offer that. No one has

ever really wanted me or looked after me."

He brushed some loose strands of hair behind my ear. Somberly, he said, "I know, Nez. I know it

wasn't easy for you. That's the past, though. Let's leave that behind and try something new. Let me take care

of you."

I gulped down my fear and nodded. "All right."

His mouth curved in a smile. "Great."

Our lips met in a gentle kiss. This was nothing like the ravenous attack downstairs in his office. Greg

took his time as he nibbled my lower lip and teased me with his tongue. Ever so slowly, he undressed me.

His fingers flicked through the shimmery white buttons on my low-cut blouse and tugged down the zipper

on my skirt. He peeled my clothing off of my body.

Naked and trembling, I stood before him. His hungry gaze roamed my curves. A shiver coursed up my

spine as his rough, callused palms grazed my breasts and my belly. He palmed my breasts and brushed his

thumbs across my nipples, the darker, rosier skin drawing tight to stiff peaks.

I reached for the buttons lining the front of his uniform. I hadn't ever undressed a man. It was new and

different experience. He leaned against the countertop as I crouched down to take off his boots. I started to

unlace them but then noticed the zippers on the sides.

When he was out of his boots and socks, I stood and pressed my lips to his. We kissed as I unbuttoned

and lowered the zipper on his fly. I tugged his tactical pants down and off his legs. His boxer briefs quickly

joined the pile of clothing on the floor. My gaze lingered on his thick cock.

It was a hell of a lot bigger than the other dicks I'd seen in my short dating history. There were the two

guys in high school I'd given blow jobs. They'd both been smaller and the experience hadn't been all that

sexy. Well—for me, at least.

"You've really only had sex once?" Greg played with my hair.

I nodded. "I gave a couple of blow jobs to guys I dated in high school."

"Did they return the favor?"

I dropped my gaze with discomfort. "No."

"Bastards," he muttered. "That's not happening between us. Got it? You come first in this relationship."

My eyes widened at his remark. "And you?"

"Making you come makes me feel good. I'm happy to wait for my turn while I listen to you scream."

My clit pulsed at his description. "I'm good with that."

He laughed. "I bet you are."

"We should get in the shower before your hot water runs cold."

He dragged me tight to his chest. "It's a big water heater. We've got time."

I whimpered as his lips claimed mine. He sifted his fingers through my hair and kissed me silly. When

he finally broke away and pulled me toward the shower, I followed him. I let him rinse off and soap up

first and then he held my hair out of the way as I stepped under the spray. I'd left my purse downstairs and

my makeup remover wipes were in it. I carefully kept my face from the water, not wanting to sport raccoon

eyes and running foundation for our first roll in the hay.

Greg's big, rough hands grazed my shoulders. His lips skimmed my neck. The hand holding my hair

tightened. I tilted my head to give him more access to my throat. He sucked on a spot there and lightly

nibbled at my skin. I moaned as the prickly sensations traveled along my skin.

"Hands on the wall," he ordered. I flattened my palms on the tile. "Legs wide," he added, and I followed

his instruction.

"Oh!" I gasped as his hand moved between my thighs. He cupped my pussy and parted me with his

fingers. His fingertips moved across my clit and then traveled down my slit to wet entrance. He plunged two

fingers inside me and I cried out, the sound ricocheting off the tile.

"Are you on birth control?"

"The pill," I answered on a pant. "Every morning at breakfast."

"Tell me about the man you slept with," he ordered. "Did he wear a condom?"

"Of course," I said with a groan. His fingers thrust in and out of me slowly and awoke every nerve-

ending down there. "I got tested anyway. It's free on campus. I'm clean and I haven't had sex since then."

"Good." His thumb strummed my clit. "I get tested routinely. I'm clean. I've got the results in a folder in

my desk."

I wasn’t surprised. Greg struck me as the type to keep meticulous records, even of his sexual history.

"Ah!"

He bit down on the curve of my neck, just lightly and not hard enough to break skin. His tongue laved

the hurt he'd made. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes," I stammered, my lower belly aflutter with anticipation and need. "Yes, please."

He chuckled. "Did you enjoy it? Sex, I mean."

I was momentarily thrown by his question. "It was okay."

"Okay?"

"Yeah, okay." I shrugged. "He was your typical frat boy, I guess. He had all these porn flick moves but

not the skills to back them up. It wasn't great but it wasn't totally awful."

He made a
hmmph
noise and patted by backside. "Did you come?"

"A little."

"A little?"

"Not as hard as you made me come on the desk," I answered honestly.

"Let's see how hard I can make you come in my shower."

It sounded almost like a dare. I bit my lower lip and widened my thighs at his silent urging. His foot

touched my ankle and coaxed my foot to move. Legs wide and leaning against the tile, I quivered with

excitement. Greg's hands tormented me. Two of his fingers plunged in and out of my pussy. His other hand

snaked around my front so he could strum my clit.

Mouth open, I gasped and groaned. My fingertips squealed against the wet tile. The pounding spray of

the hot water washed over us. I could feel Greg's fat cock jutting against my ass cheeks. When he pressed

even closer to me, my breasts touched the tile, the hard surface cold against my nipples.

I was going to come any second. I started to shudder and suck in sharp, short breaths. My belly

wobbled and my toes curled. "Greg!"

I shouted his name as my orgasm gripped me. The climax punched me in the gut and made me jerk

wildly. Greg molded himself to my back, his hard cock jabbing into the soft flesh of my ass and his chest

supporting me. I leaned back against him as the aftershocks quaked through me. His hands glided up and

down my front and lingered on my breasts.

Wanting him, I turned in his arms and smashed my mouth to his. I was the aggressor now. I shoved

him back against the wall and stabbed my tongue between his lips. He tasted of me and that sweet peach tea

he liked so much.

A smattering of dark hair covered his muscular chest. I put both hands on his body and relished his

hard, defined muscles. He felt like a man, all rough and rugged and—right now, at least—totally mine.

I kissed my way down his body. My tongue swiped his skin and I nipped at his pecs and abdomen. I