Fuensalida

Chapter 26

Chris sat in his office, encompassed in work, feeling a little frazzled. He wanted a break and yet he was determined to finish what he needed to do. For once in his life he was almost grateful when a coworker of his knocked on the office door.

“Yes?” he asked, barely looking up from his computer.

The man popped his head in the office, the same one who was drooling over Celeste a week or so ago. Chris narrowed his eyes at the man’s grin. “There’s a gorgeous girl on her way up to see you,” he announced.

“Oh?” was Chris’s bland reply.

The man quickly added, or amended, “Your daughter is here.”

“Thanks for the clarification,” Chris said with some malice that obviously rattled the man. “Send her in.”

He moved out of the door only to be replaced a moment later with a smiling figure he was coming to recognize in the sullen girl. “Hi,” she said lightly at him.

He could not hold back the smile that warmed his face. “Hello there.”

Celeste moved into the room and closed the door behind her, flipping the lock easily into place. “How are you?” She leaned against the door, her hips out. He was grateful her uniform was normal today, and still a little disappointed in the development.

His eyes moved over her slowly. “It’s been just another day in the office until this point,” he admitted. A hectic day with a million things to do and he would give it all up for these few moments with her. Watching her grin slide into place he asked her, “What brings you out this way? Or should I get spoiled and start anticipating visits?”

She shrugged, trying to make it casual. “This time I really did come out just to see you.”

“Oh really?” he asked, unable to help letting the grin grow wider. “Then come on in.”

“I am in,” she pointed out, sticking out her tongue at him. He only grinned wider at her, enough to make her wonder if his cheeks hurt. She moved further into the room, walking closer to his desk.

“How was your day?” he asked her.

She shrugged again, trying overly hard to be casual. “Same ol’, same ol’,” she told him. She stepped up to his desk and leaned her hip against it, looking down at his spread out paperwork.

His gaze moved immediately to her breasts. “Does that mean you thought you’d brighten both of our days by coming out here?”

She blushed slightly a color he was growing used to seeing on her sweet face. She started to cross her arms against her chest but decided against it, letting her hands fall to her sides. “Sort of,” she admitted.

“Sort of?”

“I…” she stumbled, stuttered, and changed the subject. “What are you working on?

“Nothing all that interesting,” he told her, watching her lean forward. “Go ahead and take a look if you want.”

Celeste shifted and hopped up onto his desk, sitting on the edge, crossing her perfect legs and picking up a paper to look over it. Chris’s glance moved over those legs he wanted to rub his hands over so badly. “You’re right, it’s not interesting.”

“I did warn you,” he remarked.

Celeste puts the paper down on the desk. “Yes, you did.”

Chris chuckled, leaning back a bit. “If you’d been here an hour ago that file was vastly more interesting.”

“If I had been here an hour ago I would have missed my math class,” Celeste pointed out.

“I was just saying…” he chuckled.

“I know, I was teasing you,” Celeste said reluctantly. “I guess I’m just bad at it.”

Chris grinned widely. “Or I played along too well.”

Celeste blushed again. “Or that.”

“It would be in the folder on the bottom,” Chris told her, glancing at it briefly, “nbot that you came out here to read my work.”

“Not really,” she admitted. “I’m a teenager, aren’t I supposed to be bored by those things?”

“Yes, I believe that’s in the rule book somewhere,” Chris chuckled.

Celeste cleared her throat. “This is soooo boring,” she whined in a voice reminiscent of teens on television who were trying to gain control over their parents. “Why can’t you do something more interesting?”

Chris could only grin up at her. “How interesting did you have in mind?”

“Not too interesting,” she admitted, back to normal, or as normal as the situation could allow her to be.

“No?” he asked, looking a little saddened by this revelation. “That’s too bad.”

“But we can still have sex,” Celeste added hastily.

Chris chuckled, grinning at her. “Very cute…”

“But… if you don’t want to…” She started to slide off of his desk, embarrassed by her sudden blurting of what she really had wanted. Chris’s hands on her legs kept her in place. He slide himself up a bit, watching her as she bit her lip.

“Spread your legs.” Celeste leaned back slightly, putting her hands firmly on the desk and spreading her legs for him. “Mmm… Don’t move.” He leaned forward and lightly kissed her inner thigh.

“Hard not to move when you do that,” she admitted shakily.

“Try,” he told her firmly. He moved further in on her thigh until he could slide his tongue along the edge of her soft panties. This time she dressed knowing she was coming for sex, not to just make him angry. The panties were the type she should have been wearing the last time, and he thoroughly enjoyed the effort.

She jerked a bit in surprise and enjoyment. “You don’t have to do that.”

“Nope.” He slid his tongue along the other side.

“So… don’t,” she told him, shaking.

“No? Why not?” Very deliberately he ran his tongue along the front of her panties.

“Because I’d rather just have sex,” she blurted.

“Really?” he glanced up at her, hiking her skirt up a bit further. “Then you should have been tearing into my pants.” He grinned and licked harder at her.

Celeste looked away, whimpering slightly. “I’m not good at this,” she told him, shaking again as his tongue continued to move over her.

“Could have fooled me.”

“Oh?” she asked on another whimper.

“Yes.” Wiggling his tongue he sucked a bit through her panties and had her crying out in surprise.

“Why is that?” she moaned, gripping at the desk though there was no threshold for her fingers in her position.

“What were you claiming not to be good at?” he asked, his tongue thick as it continued to move.

“Initiating,” she told him, thinking he knew that the entire time.

“Stop licking me,” she demanded, “and have sex with me.” She looked down her body at his head.

He licked her hard one last time and then stood in front of her, between her legs. She bit her lip, watching him. “Sit up,” he demanded of her, and he received a large thrill out of her doing exactly what it was he asked of her.

He reached up and tugged her shirt and bra, easily freeing her breasts. He knew she was feeling awkward at allowing him to do what he wanted instead of giving her normal protestations, and still he was enjoying every moment of it. He rubbed his hand over her breasts, squeezing them both in his hands, pushing them together, watching her face contort in pleasure. “I’ve got a big cock that’s ready for you to free it,” he told her, squeezing.

She shifted, her cheeks still clearly red, her hands moving out to grip the front of his pants. He leaned down to kiss her lightly, sliding a hand down her body and under her skirt. They kissed one another again, their lips moving lightly against one another, her hands moving heavier over his pants and pulling them quickly open.

Chris’s lips moved harder over hers, loving the taste of her, his finger slipping into her panties and pushing them aside, readying her for him.

Celeste’s hands moved into his boxers, trying to rip at him, wrapping her hand around the thick shaft and stroking it, her movements forcing the clothing to slip down his body slowly. He moaned in pleasure, moving closer to her, rubbing the head along those perfectly wet folds.

“Mmm,” he moaned, looking down into her eyes. “Very ready.” She stroked him harder, a little faster, his pants and boxers falling around his ankles. “Isn’t that right?” He nipped her lip lightly.

“Do I have to say stuff like that just because I’m here willingly?” She wrapped her hand tighter around his cock. “You said the last time I don’t have to.”

“And you don’t have to,” he told her, sucking on her lower lip before releasing it slowly. “Doesn’t mean I should ask.”

“Ask better questions.” Another firm stroke along his already very full cock.

He was throbbing, needing to push into her. “I thought it was a great question.”

“Well, willing or not, you are still a pig.” She licked his lips, pulling him closer to her, forcing the head of his cock into her wet opening.

“Oinky oink,” he moaned, trying to push further into her, but she kept herself firm, not allowing him more. He ran his tongue over hers and she trapped it between her lips, sucking on it gently. He wiggled his tongue in her mouth and she whimpered in pleasure.

She pushed at him, allowing his cock to move further into her. He moaned loudly in pleasure, his hands moving down to grip her ass, sliding his thick cock hard into her tight body.

Celeste cried out in pure pleasure, sliding her hands up to his jacket and gripping him tightly. He never let his lips move hers, kissing her hard while he pumped away inside of her. She was panting and squirming, finding it hard for the first time to keep her lips across his.

“Talk to me,” she panted against his lips.

“You usually,” he pumped her harder, “complain about that.” He smirked at her, his typical smirk, even as he moaned.

“Have I complained yet today?” she asked on a whimper, pushing against him tightly. “I’m trying to make this work.”

“You did save me… from having to keep… fantasizing… about you walking in here… and wanting my fat… cock…”

Celeste shifted, moving her hands down to his hips, gripping them tightly as he thrust inside of her, her body moving with his. He thrusted three times to her every one movement, and still he felt himself needing more of her.

“Oh fuck, yes,” he moaned, gripping her ass tighter, knowing he was leaving marks, “you need to visit often.”

“I can’t,” she whimpered, “but I will… as often as I can.” She watched him pump her, enjoying the sliding feel of it, and looked up at him again. “What happened in the fantasies?”

“You really weren’t far off,” he moaned, pumping her harder. “It’s such a fucking turn on when you want it.”

“Can you be… more turned on?” she asked with all seriousness. Even as she moaned and panted in pleasure she looked up at him for an answer. His only answer was the Cheshire grin she was beginning to grow accustomed to and the pounding of his cock further and deeper inside of her. She cried out, shaking, scrambling for purchase as he moved. “Chris, I think…”

He squeezed her ass tighter, bringing her up harder into his thrusts. “You think… you want to cum… all over my fat cock?”

He expected it, the denial from her pretty lips. Instead he received something very close to what he always wanted to hear from her. “Yes!”

“Cum for me,” he demanded, watching her, needing to see her face twist. “Cum all over my big cock.”

She whimpered loudly, shaking over his cock. She squirmed and bounced, gripping and squeezing him. “Kiss me… or I’ll…”

“Afraid you’ll scream?” He did not wait for her answer. He pressed his lips hard against hers, slipping his tongue into her mouth, trusting her to keep it safe as he buried her scream. And she did scream, jerking over his cock, losing that perfect control all over him, he felt her heat up and flow just that slight warm flow of a complete orgasm.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned, pulling his lips from hers. “You feel great. I can’t get enough of you.”

Still with a whimper in her tone she told him, “Then don’t,” and he felt himself swell.

“Want to lay back and… let me finish properly?” He could not hold back another moan of absolute pleasure as she fell back onto his desk with no hesitation, her breasts bouncing with the force of his hips movements. “Oh yes… perfect.” She cried out and threw her arm over her face, biting into the thin flesh to keep from letting out louder noises of her pleasure. “Look at me.”

Celeste turned her head, still wrapping her mouth around her arm, shaking and whimpering. He held her hips tightly, pushing along inside of her. “That’s it,” he moaned. “Grab those tits… squeeze them for me.”

To his delight he watched her slide her hands down her body, squeezing her breasts tightly in her hands and pushing them together, following what he often does when it is his hands on her body.

“Yes, more,” he moaned, still pumping her, feeling himself swell further inside of her. She squeezed again, rubbing her hands up to the center of her breasts, spreading her fingers while she squeezes, her nipples poking between her fingers. “Yes, ask me to fill you.”

She squeezed her breasts tighter and arched her body for his easy movement. “Please… fill me.”

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” he asked, the question coming out far smoother than he anticipated being able to pull off as he was this swollen inside of her.

“Yes!” she cried out and it was all he needed. He lifted her body, pulled her tight against his swollen cock and erupted inside of her in hot spurts that flowed into her body. Both of them moved and accepted one another until he was finished spilling inside of her, every last drop deep in her body.

Chris gave her a few quick thrusts before slowly pulling out of her body. “Fuck. That was fantastic.” Her eyes were mostly blank, she hardly managed the small smile that lighted up her face. “We really need to spread you over my desk more often,” he suggested, but was completely serious. He loved the look of her laying back across it, shirt and skirt askew, hair wild around her, eyes dreamy and a smile on her face. Not to mention the feel of his cock being buried in her.

He rubbed his hands over her thighs, spreading her legs again, looking down at the porcelain skin he loved running his hands over. “Though I should probably control myself for now,” he said thoughtfully.

She looked up at him with lethargic eyes. “Hmm?”

He smirked down at her. “If I let you lay like this for too long you’re going to end up fucked again.”

She chuckled, a pleasantly dreamy sound. “I don’t have the energy for your appetite. Help me up.”

He gripped her hips and slid her slowly, gently, across the desk. At the edge of the desk he pulled her to her feet and then tightly into an embrace against his body. She wrapped her arms back around him without hesitation.

He leaned down and licked her soft lips gently. “Hopefully later…”

“Okay,” she said quietly, wrapping her arms tighter around him. They were both thinking of the moments they had to steal to be with one another. There was no telling when the next time would be that they found each other alone. The moments were few and now that she had found it in her to be agreeable they were enjoying those moments that much more thoroughly.

“But for now I suppose I’m free to drive you home.” He was not. He had more work to do than he believed he had ever left anywhere before. His resolve had been broken by her, and when her arms tightened their grip across his body he was shattered. “As soon as you’re ready, of course.”

“You are just trying to be nice to me because I came to you,” Celeste pointed out, needing something to pick on the man about.

“Certainly does put me in an even better than usual mood,” he said.

“How better of a mood?”

He leaned down and kissed her lightly again. “A great one.” He pulled back slowly and reached out to start fixing her clothing. “Come on, lets go home.”

She nodded, both of them dreading the moments when they were hidden away in their home again, but for now they had these few moments. He walked out with his hand wrapped around hers, appearing to anyone like the father and daughter who were today on good terms, while on the inside her heart was pounding and both of them were counting every minute until they could be together again.