Bookworm

I was expecting him to grab me, push me back against the bookshelf, press himself against me. I wasn't expecting a gentle hand to nudge my chin up and guide my lips to his, kissing me tenderly, teasingly slow. Andrew's lips were soft, and the kiss was surprisingly intimate at first. Slowly, his mouth became more demanding. The hand on my chin moved around to cup the back of my neck, and his tongue explored my mouth with determination. I inhaled sharply as Andrew's teeth grazed my bottom lip. My hands had been hanging by my side, unsure of what to do. I brought them up to Andrew's shoulders, finally bridging the gap between our bodies.

Andrew wasted no time taking advantage of our closeness. He embraced my waist, pulling me closer to him. I could feel his bulge pressed against me, rigid against my hip. The hem of my sweater was suddenly being lifted, hands travelling beneath it, tracing along the waistband of my slacks and the bare skin of my stomach. I shivered, my lips trembling against Andrew's, and he pulled back.

"I'm okay," I gasped quickly. "Please don't stop."

His mouth turned up in a half-smile, the dimple in the corner appearing, almost begging me to kiss it. Before I could summon up the courage to do so, Andrew stepped back from me.

"Would it embarrass you if I asked you to undress for me?" I nodded, my face flushing just at the idea. He touched my cheek gently, his fingers cool against my burning skin. "I have a theory," he murmured. "I think you like being humiliated a little bit. I think it turns you on."

I hadn't thought about it before, but now that he said it, it made sense. Making eye contact was almost impossible, and yet my pussy was getting wetter and wetter, aching to be touched.

"You might be right." My voice was barely a whisper. "Are you going to try to embarrass me?"

He kissed me again, returning to the soft, intimate moment he'd started with. "Only a little." His lips brushed against mine as he spoke. "If you're uncomfortable, just tell me to stop, okay? I'll stop immediately." He kissed the corner of my mouth. "I want you more than anything right now, and I don't want to actually upset you."

"Yes. Yes, please."

Andrew placed one more tender kiss on my lips before pulling back. "Good." He strode across the office, turning one of the chairs in front of his desk towards me, and sat down. "Come here. Now, undress. Slowly, starting with your sweater."

My hands shook as I placed them on the hem of my sweater. I lifted it past my stomach, over my breasts, and off, letting it fall to the floor. The cool air in the office hit my reddened skin, and I shivered again. Next, I fumbled with the button on my slacks, my trembling fingers slipping as I tried to undo it.

"Having trouble?" Andrew's voice had a touch of laughter to it and I knew without looking that he had the half-smile on his face. My hair brushed against my cheeks as I nodded. "Come here." I shuffled forward, standing in front of Andrew. He looked up at me as he reached forward, undoing the button easily. I made to step back again, but his hands caught my hip. "No. Finish undressing here."

Andrew was close enough to reach out and touch me, his eyes drinking in my body, every curve, every line. My hands shook as I slid my slacks past my hips and down my legs. I had forgotten to remove my shoes, and I tried not to stumble as I kicked them off before stepping out of my slacks. I felt decidedly unsexy in that moment, and stared down shyly.

"Now the rest," he urged. He leaned back in the chair, watching as I lost layer after layer of clothing. I reached back to unhook my bra. "Slowly, I said." I swallowed again and proceeded to remove the garment achingly slow, revealing my breasts to him.

Andrew's face was still difficult to read, but I think he liked what he saw. His eyes were on my breasts, taking in their roundness, glancing over my hardened nipples. I paused, waiting for him to indicate I should continue, and he eventually nodded. "Panties, now," he stated. "Turn around, though."

I was tense as I turned, and slid my panties down. I bent at the waist to finish taking them off and heard Andrew's sharp inhale as I did. Standing up, I turned back to him. My shoulders hunched forward self-consciously and my hands fluttered around my hips, instinctively trying to cover myself.

"Perfect." The word was spoken quietly as Andrew stared unabashedly at my body. When he finally looked back up at my face, I looked away. "Come, sit on my lap," he directed. "I want to touch you."

He helped me onto the chair with him, my legs hanging off one of the arm rests as I sat on his lap sideways. He pulled me in close for another kiss. His hands moved up and down my naked body, along my waist, tickling my ribs. He took one of my breasts in his hand and caressed it, his fingers tracing along the bottom, between my cleavage, and finally across my nipple. I couldn't help but moan against his lips.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" He bit my lip just firmly enough to make me cry out. "You're a bit of a whore, aren't you, Jessica?" He pinched my nipple, and I cried out again. "Are you?"

"Yes," I gasped.

"Are you just saying that because you think that's what I want to hear?"

"Yes."

He pinched again. "Good." He kissed me hard, releasing my nipple. "I know you're a little bit dirty, reading all that filthy stuff in public because it helps you get off, but you're not just a whore. You are my whore, okay?"

"Yes - oh..." I trailed off into a low groan as he fingers traveled down my stomach and between my legs. He nudged my thighs apart and ran two of his fingers along my pussy.

"You're dripping wet," he commented. "Look how wet you are." He withdrew his fingers and lifted them to my face. "Look, baby."

His fingers were glistening. He didn't have to tell me how wet I was - I knew it. I nodded, then gaped as he looked me in the eye and stuck one finger in his mouth, tasting me. He took the finger from his mouth, then held his hand to me. "Your turn."

I held eye contact with him as I licked his other finger, before taking both into my own mouth and sucking gently, tasting the sweet and salty musk of my juices mixed with his saliva. Entranced, Andrew shifted beneath me. I felt his cock straining against his pants, pressing against my ass. He took his fingers back from my mouth and kissed me again, shifting me in his lap until I was straddling him. The hardness of his cock pressed against my bare pussy. His lips left mine and traced down my neck, kissing my collarbone, then the tops of each of my breasts, until he finally took a nipple into his mouth.

The noise that left my mouth was breathy and high-pitched, a noise of relief. Andrew placed his hands on my ass and pulled me forward so I was tight against him. His jeans were rough against my sensitive pussy, but I couldn't help but grind against him as he licked and sucked my nipples. He flicked his tongue and I couldn't control the noises coming out of my mouth.

When he pulled away from my breast, I was slightly disappointed, but I knew Andrew had more planned for me. My ass rested on his thighs as I looked at him.

"For the record," he said. "Your entire chest goes red when you blush, from the top of your tits to your forehead. I'm incredibly happy to know that."

I'm sure the entire area he was talking about reddened again, and he laughed. "Let me up," he said, and I slid off his lap. Immediately taking me in his arms again after he stood, he held my naked body against his clothed one and kissed me hard. "Now, I want you to undo my pants, get on your knees, and suck my cock."

My fingers did a much better job of unbuckling his belt and jeans than they had undoing my own. I knelt in front of Andrew as I pulled his jeans down, looking up at him as I did. He watched as I pulled down his boxers, finally letting his cock loose from its confines.

I wasn't a virgin. I'd seen cocks before, sucked them before, gotten laid before. But Andrew's cock was something else - not much larger than average, but thick, with veins pulsing against his skin. His head was dripping with pre-cum, and I started by licking it up slowly, exploring his head with my tongue, then his shaft, before finally taking him in my mouth.

Andrew exhaled loudly as I wrapped my lips around his cock. I sucked him slowly at first, focusing on the tip and stroking his cock with my hand, building up the pace as I bobbed my head. He rested his hands against my head, and once I heard him groan, I put my hand on his thigh and took as much of his cock in my mouth as I could.

His hands tightened in my hair as he reacted, thrusting forward and hitting the back of my throat. I gagged, tears springing into my eyes, and he swore, pulling back a bit before thrusting forward again. I gagged a little less, and soon he settled into a pace of fucking my mouth. After a bit, I looked up at him. Andrew's eyes were closed, but he opened them again, meeting my eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice strained.

My response was heavily muffled, being that his cock was still in my mouth, but I managed to get out a positive "mm-hmm" sound. Andrew smiled and pushed his cock down my throat a few more times before pulling back.

"You have no idea how sexy you look like that," he told me as he helped me back to my feet. "Do you like gagging on my cock?" I nodded, smiling just a bit. "That's what I thought. You have a talented little mouth. You're my whore, baby, and you're perfect."

He kissed me, his cock hard between us. "I want to fuck you now," he muttered. "I have some condoms in my desk. While I get one, I want you to go stand in front of the window."

"The window?" I repeated, pulling back.

He nodded. "Stand in front of the window. Facing outside. Press your tits against the glass, and wait for me."

I reminded myself no one could see in, but my legs still felt like rubber as I pulled away from Andrew and walked to the window. I glanced at the world below, cars in the street and people walking by. Just like when I read, the world would go by without any idea of the dirty things I was doing.

"Right against the window," Andrew said from behind me as he went through a desk drawer. "I want your tits up against the glass."

My breathing quickened as I froze, panicked and embarrassed. People seeing in or not, I felt more exposed than I ever had in my life. My mouth was dry and my skin felt fiery. I heard Andrew come up behind me.

"A-are you sure?" I stammered.

He put his lips against my neck and I shivered. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked. I thought for a moment, then shook my head. "Then press your tits against the glass while I fuck you against the window."

His body pressed against mine and I felt the length of his cock push against my ass. I wanted him so badly, I wanted nothing more than to feel him inside me - I just hadn't imagined it like this.

But, I thought, wasn't that half the fun? Wasn't I more turned on than I'd been in my life, even though I was embarrassed more than I'd ever been?

I stepped forward, placing my hands on the glass and turning my head to the side so I could press my breasts against the window. The glass was cold, almost painful against my flushed skin. I inhaled sharply and trembled. "Good girl," Andrew murmured. "Bend a little more for me."

I bent at the waist, curving my back so my breasts stayed against the glass. Andrew didn't say anything, and I tried to see him from the corner of my eye. He was taking in the view.

"You look delicious," he said. His hand was suddenly cupping my ass, exploring again. He pressed a finger against my dripping pussy, teasing the entrance. "This pretty little pussy is mine, and I'm going to fuck you until you scream." I whimpered, and he laughed at me. "Too much? Can't handle me talking to you like this?"

"Please," I begged. "I need you to fuck me. I'm so..." I trailed off.

"So what? So wet? So horny? So desperate?" he teased.

"Yes," I gasped. "All of those." He laughed again, a warm sound that I knew wasn't at my expense. I closed my eyes anyways, my face red, the glass beneath me taking on my body heat. "Please..." I murmured.

I didn't have to say anything else, because Andrew was suddenly guiding his cock inside of me. My eyes flew open as he gripped my hips and thrust inside me. I was so wet, his tip slipped in easily, and I moaned as his cock stretched me, finally filling my pussy. He went as deep as he could, and I cried out, resting heavily against the window. As he pulled back out, slowly, his mouth found my neck again, and he kissed and sucked the skin just between my neck and shoulder.

I can't say I've ever felt anything like it. I was so turned on, so desperate for him to fill my pussy, that it was like breathing after being stuck underwater. I pushed back against him eagerly, urging him on faster, harder, begging for more.

Andrew responded patiently, building up the pace, plunging into me intensely and thoroughly. My body pulled away from the window and was pushed back against it as he began fucking me harder. His one hand found my breasts and he grabbed me roughly, my breast filling his grip and spilling out of his hand. The other snaked its way to my pussy, his fingers searching eagerly for my clit. I bucked my hips against him when he found it, nearly screaming out.

His teeth grazed my neck as he fingered me, fondled me, and fucked me all at the same time. I lost my senses, surrendering to the feelings coursing through my body. The world went by outside without any idea I was watching them while being ferociously ravaged. The arousal in my stomach burned, my legs numbing and fingertips tingling as my orgasm approached. I tried to tell Andrew I was about to come, but I was incapable of words. He seemed to get the message, though. His fingers rubbed my clit harder as his other hand left my breast and regained its grip on my hip so he could fuck me even harder.

I came suddenly, screaming out and pounding a hand against the window, and Andrew pushed me forward, holding me against the glass as I came. It was like a bright light flashed and I could barely hear, barely see, there was nothing but Andrew's cock inside me as waves of pleasure made my body writhe between him and the window.

Gasping for breath, my senses slowly returned, and I felt Andrew moving against me again, gently, holding me up. He kissed my neck and pulled out. "I want you on my desk," he said. He helped me up on the part of the desk that ran along the window. I lay back, my ass just balancing on the edge of the desk, my legs spread for him, and Andrew re-entered me swiftly. He groaned as he leaned forward, arms on either side of me for support.

My body was barely over the previous orgasm when I realized another one was building. "I'm going to come again," I gasped, still trying to catch my breath from the first time.

"Good," he said. "I love feeling your pussy tighten around me. Now I want to see what your face looks like when you come."

I moaned as he fucked me, his stomach grinding against my clit with each thrust. It wasn't long before I came again, my body clenching, my back arching as I cried out. It was somewhere in the throws of that orgasm that Andrew came, and I felt his body still, his cock deep inside me, groaning in my ear as he finished.

He rested inside of me for a moment before pulling out. I lay there a moment longer, letting the feeling return to my legs before I tried to stand. When I finally sat up, Andrew had cleaned up, and was sitting on the sofa across the room. He motioned for me to join him. Suddenly shy again, I hesitated.

"All that, and you're still blushing?" he said, laughing. He picked the throw blanket up off the sofa and brought it to me.

"Old habits die hard," I said as I stood up and held the blanket in front of me. "Sorry."

He led me across the office and back onto the sofa, wrapping an arm around me. We laid down, and I let the blanket cover both of us. "You don't need to be sorry," he replied. "That was... Amazing doesn't feel like a good enough word."

"Yeah," I agreed. He pressed a kiss to the top of my head.

"I meant what I said earlier. About wanting to know you, not just this. Can I take you to dinner?"

"Yes," I replied. "I'd like that. But not tonight. I need to go home and recover."

He laughed. "It's also a good thing you wore a turtleneck today." His fingers traced the spot he had been kissing while we were against the window. "I, uh, may have left you something here."

I giggled and curled up against him. "Turtlenecks for the rest of the week, then."

"Luckily it fits your bookworm aesthetic. And you look hot as fuck in them."

The next day at work, I'd only been in the office for about thirty seconds before Laurie was demanding to know how my evening had gone. I smiled.

"We're having dinner tonight," I said lightly.

I left it at that - Laurie and Karen were so excited about that development that I thought I might break them completely if I told them what happened the night before. I rubbed the spot Andrew had left on my neck beneath my sweater and began the countdown to seeing him again.