The Christmas Exhibition (23 page)

             
“Oh yes,” Jill wheezed, her ragged respiration confessing her lust. “Grip me tighter.”

             
The opening piano of
Train's Drops Of Jupiter
sounded out in the office above. The ceiling shook under a sudden succession of footsteps. Dancing would distract the crowd for a while. But for how long?

             
“Tighter.”

             
I cranked my neck to my left, rounding my tongue to my right, and remained probing the insides of her lips. I could see Sean, wanking intently and gripping her calf. Sweat was sliding down the side of his face.

             
“Mark me red with your grasp.”

             
Sean's upper body stiffened. His throat gargled. He started to convulse.

             
“That's it, Sean.” Jill arched her right leg at the knee, leaving a gap on the surface of the table below. “Cum... Cum for me... Cum all over this fucking desk.”

             
He shook his head.

             
“Cum, Seany, cum.”

             
His face reddened. A vein bulged by his temple. He clenched his teeth. The picture of an animal furious with its prey.

             
“Ugh,” he mumbled, pulling violently at his cock, squeezing his palm around the impressive girth.

             
“Cum!” Jill bellowed, shaking the desk and booming an echo off the walls.

             
I reeled back from her pussy, exposing the pink depths of her insides to him.

             
His brow furrowed. His face creased.

             
The mirror revealed the storeroom door still vacant.

             
Sean pumped his fat cock towards my girlfriend.

             
She gazed back with wide-eyed appreciation. Her sexual intolerance momentarily suspended as her pussy succumbed to the cool air.

             
His body tensed. His knee creaked. His foot stumbled.

             
“Cum!”

             
My chest ached in anxious agony. My vision switched between Sean and the mirror.

             
He yanked himself with savage ferocity.

             
I licked my lips, tasting her.

             
She panted, reaching instinctively with the insides of her fingers to her clit.

             
Sean grunted and spurted his first shot of spunk over the desk.

             
“Yes,” Jill said, stifling her encouragement to a whisper.

             
Feet thundered overhead.

             
A second spurt landed on the heel of her brown leather boot.

             
Perspiration poured from his face.

             
Another load landed inches from Jill's thigh on the desk.

             
She turned her hips quickly, squeaking her ass cheeks on the surface. She was turning her sex towards him. Inviting him to aim.

             
Treachery and trust warred in my abdomen. Tussled between dread and disgust in my chest. Embraced by demand and derision in my head.

             
Sean's final shot landed on the floor, missing Jill's delinquent target.

             
Her pussy pulsated before him. Motioned as if breathing desire. She watched him, legs spread, presenting herself continually.

             
She was grinning.

             
The power was hers.

             
Sean mumbled, then stuffed his spent cock in his trousers, struggled to do up his fly through several attempts and eventually tightened his belt. “I... Er...” He turned swiftly and scurried to the door.

             
I noticed severe red marks on Jill's calf where he had clasped her.

             
The sole of his shoe squeaked on the floor of the corridor as he hurried off towards the reception.

15

“Fuck me, Matt,” Jill said, swivelling her hips and thrusting her pussy to the edge of the desk towards me. “Fuck me right now.”

             
I unbuttoned my trousers, grabbed her thighs in my palms and slammed into her.

             
Jill's blonde hair flailed, her earrings swinging, as she seized my shirt and pulled my mouth to hers. We locked lips, swapping saliva and exorcising rampant, repugnant lust. To have witnessed another man masturbate over her, was as disarming as it was disturbing. To have watched the necessity for control in her eyes. Heard the encouragement in her voice.
Cum all over this fucking desk
. Jill had dictated his orgasm. Organised the flow of his sperm. Stipulated its destination.

             
Do you think it's possible to want to fuck someone you don't even like?

             
I fucked up into her, determined to dissuade her attention from her memory of his fat, spunking cock.

             
“Oh, baby, I loved torturing that fucker. I
know
he was angry. He was humiliated. Raging. He had to watch me had by another man. It drove him nuts, baby. Drove him nuts that I'm had by you over and over again.”

             
Her tongue wrestled with mine.

             
My hands clawed at her thighs.

             
Her warm breath thundered into my mouth. Her perfume purveying camouflage for her perspiration. For her juices. And his.

             
Jill grunted, humping her hips and thrusting her cunt onto my cock. “Fuck, baby... Give it... To me.”

             
I pummelled her pussy with all my length, desperate to silence her. To subjugate her. To dress her scarlet need for promiscuity in the deadening aftermath of an incredible orgasm.

             
“I can't,” she wheezed, whimpering beyond a whisper. “I can't... Believe he came...
Watching
me.” Jill's eyes shot shut. She was reliving the moment. Losing herself in a world of worship.

             
I momentarily saw Sean shoot his load over the desk. “Open your eyes,” I said, seething between deep, hard strokes.

             
Jill's eyelids retreated.

             
“Watch me,” I stated forcefully.

             
Her front teeth nibbled her lower lip.

             
“
Feel
me.”

             
She relaxed her pussy around my cock, taking me further inside.

             
“
I
'm your boyfriend, Jill.
I
'm your future. Not cheap thrills with other men.” I pulled my length out to her entrance. “Okay?”

             
Her silence masked her defiance under a thin veil.

             
I rammed myself into her again.

             
She clenched her teeth, widened her eyes and suppressed her voice in a series of explosive shrieks and cries.

             
I relished her imposition and battered my groin against hers. My lips roughly careered to her ear, to her cheek and to her neck, driving her disposition further. Outward, she glanced. Forward, she reached. Her fingertips falling suddenly upon distraction.

             
“His cum,” she said quietly.

             
I planted my teeth on her neck and pivoted between aggression and passion.

             
“Oh God... His cum.” Jill's body was rumbling to and fro on the end of mine, bordering upon familiar raptures.

             
I grabbed her blonde hair, yanked her head back to face the ceiling and devoured her throat, marking her for days to come. Christmas could conceal the evidence of her unruly lovemaking from her colleagues, though not from her family. My incisors would see to that.

             
She pried my face from hers, then smothered me in a succession of kisses. She circled my tongue, slowly inhaled my breath and finally parted our lips. There was an inch between us. Jill's eyes reading mine. Mimicking mine. Mastering mine. “Watch,” she said, then leaned carefully to her right side.

             
I maintained my pace inside her, recognising the growing fire which boiled within my balls.

             
Jill placed the forefinger of her right hand on the surface of the desk. She stretched her boot away, revealing more of the wood below her. Sean's cum languished in several drops.

             
“What are you...?”

             
Her forefinger snaked the surface.

             
Speakers blasted another infernal festive tune above the ceiling.

             
Her fingernail pressed onwards, closing the gap to his spunk.

             
“Don't,” I insisted, stabbing my shaft into her.

             
Jill halted, millimetres from his sperm. “It's just there.”

             
“Jill...”

             
Her body shivered as she lifted her finger slowly into the air.

             
“Don't even-”

             
She deliberately, precisely lowered the underside of her fingertip into the centre of Sean's largest, most concentrated load. She moaned gently. “His spunk,” she said huskily.

             
I slapped her naked ass, hauled at her midriff through her miniskirt and hammered into her, willing her to withdraw her touch from the remnants of his.

             
She was smiling, staring down at his sperm.

             
Sweat swished from my forehead. “Ugh,” I growled.

             
Jill grunted, pushing her left leg further away, opening herself yet further.

             
My fingers found her underarms, and clasped tightly.

             
“This is so sexy,” she declared, lifting her finger. “So dirty.” She caught his cum between her thumb and forefinger. “So wrong.” She blinked, then stared.

             
My climax was approaching, wrenched and wrought from an evolution of disgust. For her debauchery. For my debasement. For our disparaging descent into outrageous sexual carnage.

             
Jill's torso shook over mine. “Fuck.”

             
A footstep fell on the steel stairs from above.

             
She rubbed his sperm from her first finger into her second. “Oh God.”

             
“Jill,” I started, forcing my mutter through clenched teeth.

             
A second set of footsteps.

             
Her hand lowered again to the table.

             
My balls were tensing. “Jill...”

             
Her third and fourth fingers dipped into his drying spurt.

             
A series of footsteps, echoing loudly through the reception, down the corridor and subtly into the storeroom.
             

             
“Jill...” My yearning, burning moulded disgust and desire seized my spunk in my testes.

             
Jill had positioned the first two fingers of her other hand over her clit, spreading her lips around my unstoppable cock. “I'd love to rub his cum into my clit... As you fuck me... Oh God-”

             
“Jill-”

             
“What?”

             
Disembodied voices followed the footsteps.

             
“Someone's coming.”

             
There was laughter.

             
“Oh, baby, cum for me. Cum now.”

             
There was shouting.

             
“No.” My insides emptied suddenly inside her. “Coming!” My sperm surged into her sanctum. “Someone's coming!” My balls slapped against the bottom of her ass.

             
Our eyes drew together in orgasmic, interrupted unison.