Yielding for Him (2 page)

Time to reel her in. “This is kind of a big favour, Lis, so I think to really make it up to me you need to be naked.”

She stumbled in her step and eyed the floor-to-ceiling window behind his desk. His office took up the entire top floor of the building. It put them higher than most of the other offices downtown and with the reflective glass no one would be able to see in. Clearly Lisa had forgotten about that last part. Her mouth gaped open as she looked at him then at the buildings across from them.

“Naked? But…”

“You want this or not?”

“Oh,” she growled. “You can be a real jerk you know that?”

He chuckled. “Yeah, I can, but we both know this isn’t one of those times.” He rolled his chair so he was facing the windows fully. From this view if he looked down slightly, he could see directly into several offices across from him. He couldn’t make out who any of the people were, which was perfect. He was at work after all. And if Lisa could fully see them she might be too worried about them knowing who she was and it might put a damper on the fantasy.

His dick flexed against his fly again. “Tell me the idea of those guys over there sitting at their desks watching you doesn’t make you hot.” The fact that they wouldn’t be able to see was beside the point, the illusion was there and that was what mattered.

Lisa’s nipples poked against the fabric of her blouse, making her arousal visible. Their kinks were the same. It was part of what made them so great together. She always tried to deny it but the dampness in her panties always gave it away.

Without saying a word, she undid her blouse and set it on the edge of his desk, her fitted skirt followed suit. Clad in only the blue bra and panties he’d bought her and an insanely high pair of high heels she looked hotter than hell.

Lisa ran her fingers along the top of her bra and smiled at him as she pushed down the fabric. Her breasts popped over the top. The underwire pushed her breasts up, leaving them beautifully on display. Like a gift, an offering. Her ripe full nipples like the cherry on top of the cake. It made him damn hungry.

“Come here,” he demanded.

Lisa dropped to her knees in front of him. She trailed her hand up his thigh and rubbed his cock through his pants. He bit back a groan. Needing Lisa to get lost in the fantasy, he pretended that anyone looking could see them. His dick throbbed painfully. He was already on edge and she’d barely touched him. Even though he was at work, he really wished the glass was clear and people could see them. See how sexy she was. What he had. He’d worked damn hard to own the top floor and selfishly he loved showing that off a bit. Proving to everyone who doubted him growing up that he did make something of himself—more than anyone, including himself, had ever imagined.

Lisa put her head on his thigh and looked up at him through her lashes. He tangled his hand in her hair, wrapping it around his fist. Her eyes drifted shut and she moaned.

She sat up and slowly unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out of his underwear. Her tongue darted out and she ran it along her lips then she bent and licked off the pre-cum that beaded on the tip. At the first touch he curled his fingers around the arm of the chair.

With her left hand she held his shaft and nibbled at the crown of his cock. The teasing little bites made his back tense in anticipation. She flicked and sucked at just the tip, never taking him deep like he craved. He dropped his head back against the chair in agony and ecstasy. When would she take him deeper? When would she stop fucking around and suck him? The waiting kept him on edge and he loved it. This was the one time he didn’t mind relinquishing control, especially not to Lisa.

Finally she took him deep, to the back of her throat and he groaned. He tangled his hand rougher into her hair as he held her in place. She made a ‘
mmm
’ sound that vibrated against his shaft. When she swallowed him his balls pulled up tight. Yes, he was going to come, one more stroke.
Crap
. He needed to stop. His eyes popped open and he pulled her hair to drag her off. No, as much as he wanted to come in her mouth, he wanted to fuck her more.

Lisa wiped the edge of her lips with her finger. “How come you stopped me?”

“Because I want to fuck you.”

She shivered beneath his stare. “Oh.” Lisa flicked a glance over her shoulder at the window then at the desk. “Here.”

“No.” Van stood up and backed Lisa to the window until her back pressed against the glass. “Here.”

“But…” she stammered and looked over her shoulder again.

“You keep looking out the window, maybe I need to turn you around so you can see.” He placed his hands on her hips and turned her body. With her back to him, he flicked open the clasp of her bra and eased it from her shoulders then tossed it on the floor beside them.

Her breasts now fully bare, Lisa crossed her arms over her chest.

“What’s with the shy act?” he asked.

She scowled at him over her shoulder. “It’s not an act. Come on, Donovan, are you crazy? We can’t have sex against the window of your office.”

“Why not? They’d have to be looking up to see us. Besides, I own the company, what are they going to do? Fire me?”

“Yeah, but…”

“But what?” He grabbed her hands and placed her palms against the glass. Leaning in, he nipped her shoulder. “Tell me you aren’t wet just thinking about that guy down there watching you. Seeing me fuck you.”

Her head dropped back against his shoulder and she moaned.

He pushed her panties down her thighs. The fabric was dripping wet. She might protest but she absolutely wanted this as much as he did.

“The shoes stay,” he told her. It looked sexy as shit and the five-inch heels put her at the perfect height for him.

“Van, are you sure this is a good idea?”

“Absolutely,” he murmured against her neck. She smelt so good. Perfume and arousal combined to make the sweetest aroma.

“You know who has an office in that building?”

“Hmm, no, who?” she murmured drowsily.

“Jason Franks.”

“Jason, really?” Excitement kicked her voice up an octave.

Donovan smiled to himself. This was going to work out even better than he’d hoped. His best friend Jason had the kind of looks that drew women like flies. His commitment-phobic attitude ensured none of them stuck around for very long. The combination made him the perfect wingman for his plans.

“Mmm-hmm.” He nipped her earlobe and she shuddered against him. Watching her face for reaction, he continued, “He could be watching you right now.”

Lisa’s eyes flew open as she scanned the building across from them. “Really?” She tried to cover her chest again.

Grabbing her hands, Donovan pushed them against the glass above her head. “Leave them there.”

He held her still and pushed his body firmly to her back, allowing his dick to nestle at the junction between her thighs. Moist heat coated his cock. She was so wet. He wanted to bury his dick inside her but he had to wait. To draw it out for both of them to play the game.

He pressed up against her spine. Her warm soft skin caressed him. He ran his hand up her smooth thigh and caressed the globes of her ass. The firm muscles constricted against his palm. He loved her ass.

Knowing that they weren’t actually visible for the whole world to see allowed him to really enjoy the moment. He didn’t have to worry about anything but the fantasy, and making sure Lisa thought she really was on display. The first time they’d had sex in public she’d been shocked at her behaviour. But since then she’d become more daring than he could have hoped. He loved how adventurous she was. 

“You look so unbelievably sexy pressed up against the glass like that. Every man’s fantasy, but I’m the one who gets to fuck you.” He cupped her breast in his hand, possessively, and pinched the firm ripe nipple between his fingers. Lisa’s back arched against him then forward as she ground against his cock. Her wet pussy gliding the way.

“You want me to fuck you? Here against the window with everyone watching?” His dick throbbed against her pussy.

“Yes,” she hissed.

“Are you hoping Jason’s watching?” he asked.

“God, yes,” she groaned.

He ran his hand around her belly then slowly moved south. When he touched her slit moisture coated his fingers.

“I bet he’d touch himself while he watched. Would you like that? To watch him slide his hand down his shaft as he wishes it were him touching you, fucking your wet cunt.”

Her hips bucked harder against his finger as he flicked her clit. “Jesus, Van, fuck me. I need you inside me.”

There was no place he’d rather be. “Tell me, do you want that? Jason’s eyes on you, fucking himself with his hand because he’s so hungry for you he can’t wait.”

“Yes.” Her hips pressed back and she wiggled her ass, trying to tease him so he’d take her. “Van, please,” she whimpered.

“Please what? Should I get Jason over here so both of us can fuck you? Would you like that? Both of us worshipping your body, touching you, licking you, tasting you.”

“Yes, yes.” She threw her head back and screamed as her orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy pulsed against his hand.

He grabbed her hips and pulled them away from the glass to give himself the angle he craved. “Good. I’ll organise it, but right now you’re mine and the only dick that’s going to fuck you is mine.”

Her head dropped against the window and she reached behind her and wrapped her hand around his shaft. “Good because yours is the dick I need.”

She placed him at her entrance. Heat scorched the head of his cock. He looked up at the ceiling, trying to gain some semblance of control otherwise this would be over in seconds and he definitely didn’t want that. He knew Jason wasn’t watching but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t see them in the future.

Gripping her hips, he thrust in hard and deep. Lisa moaned in pleasure.

He watched as he pulled back so he almost came free then pounded back in.

“Yeah, that’s it. Harder,” Lisa begged. They both loved it when he was rough. She placed both hands against the window and held herself in place. Her hips shifted to allow him better penetration.

Her pussy constricted against his dick, wrapping him tightly. It felt incredible. His eyes drifted shut as he drew closer to his climax. The muscles in his back clenched as everything in him surged to the head of his cock. His balls tightened. He knew his fingers were digging into her hips but he couldn’t seem to ease his hold as he drove towards his orgasm.

Lisa’s high pitched moans egged him on. He just needed to hold out a few more seconds and she’d go again with him this time. Reaching around her, he found her clit and pinched the tight little bud. Her screams echoed in the room and the muscles in her pussy constricted and relaxed as she came. The milking motion dragged him along in its wake.

Spent, he collapsed against her back. Her rapid breathing matched his own. Thank God for the window or they both would have ended up in a pile on the floor.

He kissed her shoulder blade and she shivered in pleasure.

She was amazing.

He’d never been with a woman as passionate and liberated as Lisa. Her wildness freed him and allowed him to embrace those parts of his sexuality he’d had to keep hidden from most people. But would she readily embrace everything about him?

Only time would tell.

Chapter Two

Lisa glanced at the windows. She couldn’t believe they’d done that. How could they have had sex in his office for all the world to see? Even just thinking about it now made her insides squishy. Sex with Van was always amazing, but times like this, when he pushed past what she thought she wanted—those times? Those were freaking off the charts.

“Come here,” Van called.

Pulling her attention away from her thoughts and back to him, she walked towards his outstretched hand. When they touched, he pulled her down into his lap in his office chair.

She wrapped her arm around his shoulder and cuddled against his hard chest. “Van, that was… I don’t…” She paused. “I don’t understand how you know me so well, it’s like…” Unable to articulate her thoughts, she sighed.

Van brushed her hair off her face and looked down at her tenderly. “We want the same things, Lisa. You and I aren’t all that different. It’s nothing to be ashamed of that we like things a little kinkier than the average person. That’s why we’re so good together.”

Her heart stuttered—was he finally going to do it? They’d been a couple for almost a year now, longer than he’d ever been with anyone else. They’d talked about a future together but it seemed like he always hesitated about taking that next step.

She closed her eyes and sank into his hand against her cheek. There was no denying they were amazing together. And for now maybe that needed to be enough. What they had he wasn’t going to find with anyone else, of that she was sure. Eventually he’d realise it. She was a patient woman. She hadn’t got to where she was without being able to help people see her point of view.

“So, about Jason.” Van’s deep voice broke her out of her thoughts.

Heat raced across her cheeks. Mortified, she closed her eyes. God, she couldn’t believe she’d admitted she’d like to fuck him. Yeah, that was what every guy wanted to hear about his best friend. Maybe if she played it cool he’d just drop it. Pretend it didn’t happen. “What about him?”

His rumbling laugh shook against her body. “Really? Lisa, you can’t play all coy now.”

Crap. She should have known there was no way he’d let that pass. “I’m not playing coy. I’m just not sure what you want me to say. We were doing the fantasy thing, just talking, playing a game. It’s no big deal. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“I didn’t think it did mean anything,” he murmured. “Or at least not the way you’re thinking.”

And just what was it she was thinking? Hell she didn’t even know how to explain it. She loved Donovan with every fibre of her being, it didn’t make sense that she’d say she wanted to fuck anyone else let alone his best friend.

“So, what do you think? Should we ask him to join us Friday night?”