An Interesting Situation (Completed)

Natalie paced down the hall, brown eyes darting back and forth for any signs of life. A frission of awareness skittered along her spine. He was near. She could feel it. It was almost as if his eyes were watching her every move. A silent groan ricocheted around her brain as she felt her nipples pull against the fabric of her t-shirt and she squelched a desire to stamp her foot. This is what he’d reduced her to with all his cyber sex talk! Her body paid her brain no attention whatsoever and just went along its merry way supercharged into a high realm of horniness!

Ooh! That man! She fumed to herself, aware that it was only her desire to find him that was ranting and raving inside her.

Out of the corner of her eye she spotted a movement. Slowly turning her head, her heart jolted into overdrive at the sight. Hayden lounged against the doorjamb of a storage closet/workroom, fierce blue eyes under lowered brows drinking in the view. A hand slowly lifted and Natalie realized she wasn’t breathing. With a negligent, casual air a finger crooked for her to come to him. Between the stare and the gesture she was caught in his tractor beam, edging closer and closer to him, unable and unwilling to break away. As she moved, a slick wetness dampened her thighs and panties. He had her.

The moment Natalie was in range, Hayden’s hand shot out, his fingers clamping around her wrist. An enormous tug later, she was inside the closet. He slammed the door, jammed the lock in place and pinned her to a workbench with his hips. Breathless, heart pumping, Natalie gasped, but Hayden’s mouth gulped down the sound with a hungry kiss.

Bodies strained as Natalie’s fingers fisted into his hair, her tongue lashing out for his, her grunt of helpless arousal muffled. Hayden’s own hands were busy launching a desperate, needy attack on her shirt, pushing it up and out of the way, his fingers unerringly finding the tight nipples and twisting over the sensitive tips demanding no nonsense, just relief from the agonizing stimulation his mind had endured over the past days.

Something clattered to the floor. A curse hissed between Hayden’s teeth as he wrenched his mouth away, eyes darting to what his hands were accomplishing. The fallen object forgotten, he pressed her back against the worktable hissing again, but with relief, as she cradled his hardness between her legs. Fingers yanked at his jeans, tearing frantically at the snap and zipper. Small, whimpers cried from her when her hands parted the denim and delved inside for him.

“Sweet heaven!” Hayden groaned. His head fell back and his Adam’s apple bobbed as her hands stroked along his length, stoking a firestorm that was in danger of incinerating both of them.

Barely aware of their surroundings, Hayden fell back onto a chair, straddling Natalie over him. Busy, frenzied hands tore her soggy panties to one side. She needed no directions and unerringly found where she wanted to be. A hoarse, wild moan lurched up Hayden’s throat as she slid down onto him. The slick, hot, wet haven tightened around him stealing his breath. In turn, she lowered her mouth to his ear, panting indecipherable urgings, the hot breath blasting messages his groin could not ignore.

A hand twisted into her hair yanking her head backwards, forcing her back to arch. Lips, tongue and teeth attacked her breasts, sucking, biting and licking the distended points, directing her hips to grind over his. She lifted off his lap to the point of almost withdrawing his shaft then slammed back down grinding again while she massaged her inner muscles against his length.

Hayden moved nowhere and everywhere at once. Try as he might, it was no good. He was going to implode and explode simultaneously. She drove him to the edge of Hell and he needed to tumble in. Mouth and tongue released their torturous ministrations on her breast and Natalie’s harsh negative grated her disappointment. Lowering her forehead to his she opened heavy brown eyes to his blue ones as they gyrated in counterpoint, their breath mingling in the heavy, sex-scented air of the closet. They continued to move against one another, gazes locked.

“Do me, Hayden,” she hissed into his eyes.

“I can’t hang on!” He hissed back at her, gasping for air. “Shit, you’ve got me right where you want me!”

“Between my legs?” She whispered naughtily against his mouth, clenching her inner muscles again, the buzz between her legs ready to shoot her into the stratosphere after she taunted him once more. “Fucking me?”

That was all he needed. He erupted, jetting upwards into her convulsing orgasm. She writhed helplessly against him; eyes squeezed shut, lost, past the point of no return. To silence himself, he bit his tongue until it bled. But he never noticed. Colors strobed under his eyelids and he burrowed his face in her neck, a far distant point of his mind addicting itself to the incredible feel of ejaculating into her contracting muscles. This was not about to go away anytime soon.

Natalie sat on his lap wriggling, wringing every last drop of aching relief from him. The shivers died down and she collapsed against him, wilted, sweaty and needing to sleep. It hadn’t taken long to reach the point of orgasm but he’d been playing her along all week. Man, she felt good!

A few minutes went by with the two of them sitting there recovering. No words exchanged, Hayden eased her back, kissed her lips gently and lifted her off his lap. Tucking himself back into his jeans, he tidied himself up and straightened her clothing before kissing her again and backing away, fixing her with satiated eyes.

“This isn’t over,” he whispered at her. “Not by a long shot.”

Then he was gone.