Out of Office

Catie backed away further into the room to give herself some distance.

Brendan smiled at her, kicking the door close gently with his boot. He walked over to the mini fridge and stood up holding some nips and tossed one to her.

"Calm your nerves, we won't do anything you don't want to." he said.

Catie took him in, her eyes scanning the length of his body, as he crossed the room. She blushed again seeing the dark stain on his thigh, clenching her legs together tightly, desperate to quell the desire to repeat  her previous actions in the cab.

Brendan sat on the bed and patted the spot next to him.

"Come sit."

She wrung her hands, contemplating the scene before her.

"Catie, come here." his voice deepened.

She approached, sitting on the edge of the bed. She opened her nip, not even looking at the label and downed it.

He smirked at her. "Want another?" he waved in front of her.

She nodded leaning towards him for the tiny bottle.  He grasped her waist and pulled her to straddle him.

"Hey!" she yelled smacking at his chest.

He opened the bottle, pressing his thumb against her lips to open them. 

She swallowed the burning liquid leaning up to catch every last drop.

"Good girl." he praised.

She sat awkwardly with her hands in fists against his chest.

He looked up at her. "What's got you worried darling?"

"I don't know what to do." 

"I highly doubt that, you always know what to do. Little miss perfect, always prepared." he smirked

"Yeah, when I've had....experience in situations..."

"So the woman in red was right? You've never been with anyone, at 28 years old?"

"You're 35!" she blurted out, unsure of what to say.

He chuckled, "Yes, but my virginity boat sailed over a decade go."

"It's not that I haven't had the opportunity, I just never felt a connection with someone or even...." she wrung her hands in embarrassment.

"You've never felt turned on by someone." he asked.

"Do butterflies count?" she glanced up at him with a wry smile.

He smiled back at her, placing his hand tenderly on her face. "I can give you more than butterflies. If you want?"

She placed her hands on her face "I don't know what I'm doing, you'll hate it."

Brendan pulled her hands away "I am certain there is no way in hell I can hate something I've been dreaming about for a year. We'll start with the basics, get you use to my touch."

He pulled her closer in his lap, placing one hand on her waist and the other around the back of her neck.

She closed her eyes, expecting him to dive in with a kiss, and squeaked in surprise as she felt his lips on her neck.

"God you smell good." he mumbled, giving her a soft nip.

She felt the heat return in between her thighs.

He licked a pathway down her neck and sucked on her collar bone.

"Feel good?" he asked against her ear.

"Yes." she squeaked.

Her skin prickled as he ran his hands up and down her arms.

"Not cold are we?" he smiled

"No, I just feel far more underdressed than you." Catie laughed nervously

"I can remedy that." he pulled his shirt over his head tossing it.

Catie bit her lip as she took him in.

Brendan's chest was broad and defined with a light dusting of dark hair. 

She traced her fingers lightly, following the trail of hair until she touched his belt.

"And this..." she said glancing at him under her thick lashes.

"If you'd like?" he smirked, unbuckling. He lifted her with ease with one arm as he pushed his pants down his legs.

Her face flushed red when she settled back on his lap. Her thong was soak through, sticking to his thin briefs.

"Now I want you to move your hips just slightly back and forth." he instructed.

She looked at him hesitantly. 

"Like this" he grasped her hips like he did in the cab and pushed them forward.

She gasped as she felt the full length of him against her clit.

She closed her eye, letting him take control as he moved her back and forth.He thrusted against her softly and she felt shocks shoot through her body. She clenched his arms with her hands and pressed herself harder against him.

"That's a good girl." he hissed

She felt something in her break at his words and felt her orgasm hit without warning. She whimpered stilling, biting into his shoulder to stifle her moan.

"Jesus that was hot." Brendan said softly in her ear. He gently moved her back so they were face to face. 

"You're really testing my limits, and I don't even have you naked yet." 

She tilted her head looking at him with a small smile. Her breathing still labored.

"That was..." she began.

"Nothing" he replied.

Her body tensed, eyes tightened searching his face for meaning. She felt a cold trickle of rejection creeping in.

He cupped her face "No, no. sweetheart. I meant that was nothing compared to what's to come."

She relaxed rolling her eyes at him in frustration.

"You really think I'm going to give you one small orgasm and then toss you aside? I want to touch every inch of you, taste every bit of you."

He ran his fingers over the laces on the back of her corset.

"You're going to have to help me with this one." He laughed.

She pulled hurriedly at the laces of her corset.

Tossing the garment aside, Brendan sat back for a minute to look at her.

Catie timidly tucked a strand of honey hair behind her ear, suddenly finding the wall behind Brendan's head very interesting.

"You're gorgeous" he muttered quietly, and she questioned if she was even meant to hear it.

He slowly slide his hands up her sides cupping each breast. As her nipples hardened, she felt his cock stir beneath her.

"Jesus, I feel like I'm 18 again. I'm so close already." 

At his words, she felt a surge of pride. He was losing his resolve and she was the reason he was about to cum in his briefs.

She studied his face, his eyes were closed and he was breathing heavy as he massaged her chest.  Feeling brave she slide a single finger into the waistband of his briefs, brushing the tip of his cock.

His eyes flashed open and his hips bucked slightly.

"Take it out." she said