Page 47 of Gym With Benefits

He tensed. The muscles in his legs went hard under my palm and his cock twitched dangerously in my mouth, his hips lockingas a tremor traveled through his abdomen. This was it. A fresh surge of pre-cum spilled into my mouth.

“Stop.” His hands tightened in my hair and he gave a decisive tug to lift me off his cock. “I want to come inside you.”

I licked the remnants of him from my lips and gazed up at him through hooded lids. “I thought you'd never ask.”

He caught my hands, pulling me to my feet in a single movement. My pussy quivered as he led me to the desk in the corner. Somehow, between bringing me around to perch on the edge of it and pushing between my legs, he’d ripped off my tights and underwear, which were discarded over his shoulder.

“You don’t play fair,” I said, teasing my hands beneath his shirt. Then, with one hard tug, I yanked it over his head.

The broad expanse of his bare chest met me head-on, and I splayed my hands across it. They could’ve doubled in size and still not covered every part of his perfectly sculpted form.

My fingers dug into the tight muscle of his shoulders, the skin burning hot beneath my touch. For weeks I’d categorized this man undersafe intellectual harbor, a tidy filing cabinet of professional boundaries and calm, calculated advice. The destruction of that illusion felt spectacular. I wanted the friction. I wanted the absolute certainty of his weight grounding me. Especially after the morning I’d had.

Hunter hovered over me, his thighs wedging my knees wide against the laminate edge of the desk. His cock was poised exactly at my entrance, the flushed, swollen tip nudging my soaked folds but refusing to cross the line.

“Is this how you want it?” he whispered, his breath striking my collarbone.

I reached down between our bodies, my knuckles brushing his lower abdomen as I gripped his thick shaft to guide the head where I wanted it. “This is exactly how I want it.”

Hunter nodded, and stood up straight, his hand replacing mine as he fisted his cock to hold the angle perfectly level with my pussy.

“Watch me put it in,” he whispered.

My gaze locked onto the point of contact. He pushed forward with a steady pressure, his head disappearing first, stretching me until my walls burned with the fullness of him. The expansion felt exquisite, a dense ache that made my lower back arch off the desk. My head dropped back against the laminate, my eyelids fluttering shut.

“Jess. Look at me. Keep watching,” he choked out, arresting his movement when he was only halfway in.

I forced my eyes open, my vision swimming under the white light tubes as I looked back down. He pushed again, an inch at a time, until the base of his shaft slammed flush against my pussy.

“You're so fucking tight,” he shuddered, his eyelids squeezing shut as his entire upper body went rigid, fighting the immediate pull of his own climax. "I can barely—"

He broke off, his breath caught in his throat. When his eyes opened again, the calm I usually saw was gone, replaced by a dark, concentrated heat. The volume of his want for me flattened my remaining defenses. The analytical archivist inside my head finally shut up.

He started to move, pulling back to the head, then driving all the way back in, establishing a steady pace that targeted the pulsing knot of my clit with every forward surge. He fought his own unraveling with every slide of his skin against mine.

“Touch yourself while I fuck you,” he murmured, his hands gripping my hips to keep me from sliding along the desk.

I reached down, my index finger sliding through the slick to find my clit. I started to stroke the engorged bud, the dual friction of his cock and my own touch creating a short-circuit in my core.

Hunter’s thrusts turned faster, harder. His gaze glued to the movement of my hand over my pussy, head bowing low.

“That's it,” he said, his voice a broken whisper. “Work your pussy for me. Just like that.”

“I’m… I’m coming…” I gasped, the skin of my clit turning hypersensitive under my fingertips, the tension in my thighs peaking.

“Then come, Jess. Come around my dick,” he urged, his pace savage, hips slamming into mine without an ounce of his usual restraint. “I want to feel how you squeeze me. Now, Jess. Show me.”

The orgasm detonated through my center. My toes curled into the empty air, my head slamming back against the desk as my body fell into a series of violent, quaking spasms. My pussy walls clamped down around his shaft in a sequence of tight contractions, milking him with a force that made a choked roar break from his throat.

My hand slipped from my clit as my strength washed out, but Hunter caught my wrist and dragged it right back to my dripping pussy.

“Don't stop,” he growled.

He fucked me harder now, the pace unsteady but not aimless. No. Hunter knew exactly where he wanted to go. He drove his hips forward with total abandonment. The force of the impact propelled the desk along the floor, the legs scuffing against thecarpet with a dull scrape. Our sweaty skin slapped together, a slick, wet punctuation to the ragged moans echoing off the filing cabinets.

I kept my finger moving over my clit, just as he instructed. The continued friction drew my orgasm out until my ears rang. My pussy felt bruised from the intensity of the grip on his cock. I was oversensitive and fucked out, but I kept going. I wanted to be good for him. To give him everything he wanted.

Hunter let out a final, throaty gasp, and thrust into me one last time, burying himself to the hilt. His whole body tensed up as he blew his load deep inside me. Hips jerking, muscles locking in a succession of tight spasms as his cock twitched inside me. His climax burst through him as every drop of his seed was spilled with a long, throbbing finality.