Reciprocity
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I held my hands up. “No, man, good for you. That’s awesome. I just never knew you were such a sap.”
He grimaced and flipped me off. “I thought you of all people would understand. You know, with your obsessive love of Lila.”
“Obsessive love?” I thought on it for a moment, then nodded. “Okay, you got me there.”
“If it wasn’t for the fact that she feels the same and I know you, I’d fear for her safety.”
I glared at him. “What the f**k does that mean?” Did he really think I’d hurt Lila?
“It means you’re a jealous ass**le who is super possessive of her. Borderline psycho.”
“Fuck you.” I leaned back and blew out a breath.
“Just stating the truth.”
“Yeah, I f**king know,” I grumbled. I hated when people pointed out my negative personality traits. They always made me wonder if I was always like that, or if I really was a completely different person than I was before the accident. Was I a blend of the two—Nathan and the beast?
Drew pulled me from my thoughts. “What’s the plan for lunch?”
I glanced down at the clock on my monitor—it was only ten, still almost two hours before our normal lunch time. My gaze moved to the open chair next to Drew, and I stared knowing what I wanted for lunch.
“Not sure. I have a meeting at one I have to get ready for, so I may just get something to go and eat in here.”
“Okay.” He pushed against the arms of the chair and stood. “Let me know if something changes.”
“Will do.”
The moment he was gone, I pulled out my phone.
Lunch. My office, 11:30. No panties.
I had a little over an hour to finish up my preparations before what I was hungry for arrived. Before I dug in, I pulled out some menus from my desk drawer. Flipping through, I found Lila’s favorite Mediterranean place. They weren’t open yet, but they took online orders ahead of time. I set up an order for eleven and shoved the folder back into my desk.
One hour to finish up before my meals arrived.
The smell of grilled chicken permeated my office as I finished up my contract and waited for Lila to arrive. What to eat first warred in my mind—gyro, or Lila.
At that moment, the door to my office opened and Lila stood before me. Her face was flushed and her legs were rubbing together.
“Sit.” I pointed to the chair in front of my desk. She didn’t hesitate. The air was thick with both our wants. “Spread your legs.”
Again, she didn’t hesitate, only taking an extra moment to draw up the hem of her dress to her hips and scoot to the edge of the chair. The gained movement allowed her to open her legs fully, exposing her panty-less, bare, glistening pu**y.
Fuck.
All I needed was her.
I continued to stare at her, watching the effect take hold of her. She was flush, a small, whining moan slipping from her as her hips tilted. Her mouth was parted and her eyes were heavy, locked on me.
“Stop teasing me.”
I licked my lips. “You’re the one teasing me, showing off your wet pu**y.”
“Because you told me to.”
“That’s right. I like it when you do what I say and having you sit there, getting turned on, begging me to come to you.”
She moaned, her hand slipping down, finger brushing over her clit.
I pushed my chair back and stormed over to her, slapping her hand away. She blinked up at me and whimpered.
“Did I say you could touch?” I glared at her hand. “Never forget that pu**y is mine to play with.”
She looked up at me in glorious want. “Fuck, Nate, please.”
“Please what?” I was almost snarling, losing myself in the game.
“Play with me.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.
My teeth clenched. “Ask nicely. Beg.”
She bit her finger, hips moving, whimpering. “Please, play with me.”
“Why should I?” I palmed my cock, which was a f**king rock from watching her undulating hips and wet pu**y calling. “Tell me, my little slut, why should I play with you?”
“I’ll do whatever you want.”
I arched a brow at her as I smacked the inside of her thigh. “You’ll do that anyway.”
A high rushed through me, my spine tingling. I f**king loved when she stalled following directions. It made me want to punish her more, and I knew that was exactly why she did it. It was our game, our high, the way we pushed each other further.
“Please! I’ve been a good girl.”
I quirked my brow at her. “What about that barista that was flirting with you this morning?”
Her brow scrunched in pain and worry. “He was only being friendly.”
I smacked the inside of her thigh again, groaning when her pu**y twitched. “He was being too friendly, and so were you.”
Fuck. The game was spiraling out of control, and so was I. I’d only intended to work her up a bit more before eating her out. Now I was seconds away from flipping her over, spanking her ass, and f**king her so hard the entire building would know.
She licked her lips as she stared at the outline of my hard dick. “I’m sorry. Please let me make it up to you. I’m a good girl. Let me show you.”
A shudder rolled down from my head to my toes. “Grip the back of the chair and don’t let go.”
She followed my directions again, and I knelt down between her thighs. I reached out and rubbed her clit with my thumb. She arched her hips up into my hand. I could smell her thick, needy scent. It drove me wild, making me need her—the strongest aphrodisiac.
I pressed down on her abdomen. “Keep your hips still.”
She nodded, and I bent down, licking all the way up her slit and sucking her clit in between my teeth. Her head was tilted back as she gasped for air. That was just the teaser.
I pressed against her clit with my thumb, then opened up her pu**y lips with my other hand before covering her with my mouth. My tongue savored her taste and I dug in deeper, licking and sucking all I could get.
High-pitched squeaks came from her, back arching and her thighs closing in around my head. I pulled back and pushed her legs open and down with my forearms, pressing them against the arms of the chair.
“Stop moving.” I pinched her clit, and she bit down on her lower lip.
Moving back down, I stuck my tongue as far in her pu**y as I could. My c**k was weeping, begging to replace my tongue, but I wasn’t done yet. I scraped my teeth against her clit, flicking it with my tongue.
He grimaced and flipped me off. “I thought you of all people would understand. You know, with your obsessive love of Lila.”
“Obsessive love?” I thought on it for a moment, then nodded. “Okay, you got me there.”
“If it wasn’t for the fact that she feels the same and I know you, I’d fear for her safety.”
I glared at him. “What the f**k does that mean?” Did he really think I’d hurt Lila?
“It means you’re a jealous ass**le who is super possessive of her. Borderline psycho.”
“Fuck you.” I leaned back and blew out a breath.
“Just stating the truth.”
“Yeah, I f**king know,” I grumbled. I hated when people pointed out my negative personality traits. They always made me wonder if I was always like that, or if I really was a completely different person than I was before the accident. Was I a blend of the two—Nathan and the beast?
Drew pulled me from my thoughts. “What’s the plan for lunch?”
I glanced down at the clock on my monitor—it was only ten, still almost two hours before our normal lunch time. My gaze moved to the open chair next to Drew, and I stared knowing what I wanted for lunch.
“Not sure. I have a meeting at one I have to get ready for, so I may just get something to go and eat in here.”
“Okay.” He pushed against the arms of the chair and stood. “Let me know if something changes.”
“Will do.”
The moment he was gone, I pulled out my phone.
Lunch. My office, 11:30. No panties.
I had a little over an hour to finish up my preparations before what I was hungry for arrived. Before I dug in, I pulled out some menus from my desk drawer. Flipping through, I found Lila’s favorite Mediterranean place. They weren’t open yet, but they took online orders ahead of time. I set up an order for eleven and shoved the folder back into my desk.
One hour to finish up before my meals arrived.
The smell of grilled chicken permeated my office as I finished up my contract and waited for Lila to arrive. What to eat first warred in my mind—gyro, or Lila.
At that moment, the door to my office opened and Lila stood before me. Her face was flushed and her legs were rubbing together.
“Sit.” I pointed to the chair in front of my desk. She didn’t hesitate. The air was thick with both our wants. “Spread your legs.”
Again, she didn’t hesitate, only taking an extra moment to draw up the hem of her dress to her hips and scoot to the edge of the chair. The gained movement allowed her to open her legs fully, exposing her panty-less, bare, glistening pu**y.
Fuck.
All I needed was her.
I continued to stare at her, watching the effect take hold of her. She was flush, a small, whining moan slipping from her as her hips tilted. Her mouth was parted and her eyes were heavy, locked on me.
“Stop teasing me.”
I licked my lips. “You’re the one teasing me, showing off your wet pu**y.”
“Because you told me to.”
“That’s right. I like it when you do what I say and having you sit there, getting turned on, begging me to come to you.”
She moaned, her hand slipping down, finger brushing over her clit.
I pushed my chair back and stormed over to her, slapping her hand away. She blinked up at me and whimpered.
“Did I say you could touch?” I glared at her hand. “Never forget that pu**y is mine to play with.”
She looked up at me in glorious want. “Fuck, Nate, please.”
“Please what?” I was almost snarling, losing myself in the game.
“Play with me.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.
My teeth clenched. “Ask nicely. Beg.”
She bit her finger, hips moving, whimpering. “Please, play with me.”
“Why should I?” I palmed my cock, which was a f**king rock from watching her undulating hips and wet pu**y calling. “Tell me, my little slut, why should I play with you?”
“I’ll do whatever you want.”
I arched a brow at her as I smacked the inside of her thigh. “You’ll do that anyway.”
A high rushed through me, my spine tingling. I f**king loved when she stalled following directions. It made me want to punish her more, and I knew that was exactly why she did it. It was our game, our high, the way we pushed each other further.
“Please! I’ve been a good girl.”
I quirked my brow at her. “What about that barista that was flirting with you this morning?”
Her brow scrunched in pain and worry. “He was only being friendly.”
I smacked the inside of her thigh again, groaning when her pu**y twitched. “He was being too friendly, and so were you.”
Fuck. The game was spiraling out of control, and so was I. I’d only intended to work her up a bit more before eating her out. Now I was seconds away from flipping her over, spanking her ass, and f**king her so hard the entire building would know.
She licked her lips as she stared at the outline of my hard dick. “I’m sorry. Please let me make it up to you. I’m a good girl. Let me show you.”
A shudder rolled down from my head to my toes. “Grip the back of the chair and don’t let go.”
She followed my directions again, and I knelt down between her thighs. I reached out and rubbed her clit with my thumb. She arched her hips up into my hand. I could smell her thick, needy scent. It drove me wild, making me need her—the strongest aphrodisiac.
I pressed down on her abdomen. “Keep your hips still.”
She nodded, and I bent down, licking all the way up her slit and sucking her clit in between my teeth. Her head was tilted back as she gasped for air. That was just the teaser.
I pressed against her clit with my thumb, then opened up her pu**y lips with my other hand before covering her with my mouth. My tongue savored her taste and I dug in deeper, licking and sucking all I could get.
High-pitched squeaks came from her, back arching and her thighs closing in around my head. I pulled back and pushed her legs open and down with my forearms, pressing them against the arms of the chair.
“Stop moving.” I pinched her clit, and she bit down on her lower lip.
Moving back down, I stuck my tongue as far in her pu**y as I could. My c**k was weeping, begging to replace my tongue, but I wasn’t done yet. I scraped my teeth against her clit, flicking it with my tongue.
