Chapter 226: Office Hours (R-18)

Luca pushed himself to his feet, the chair sliding softly across the polished floor. Before Sophie could take another step, his hands found her waist and gently pulled her against him.

He captured her lips in a slow, lingering kiss that quickly deepened. It stole her breath away as he kissed her with quiet confidence, his movements unhurried yet impossible to resist. She melted into him, returning the kiss just as eagerly.

Her arms slipped around his neck as he lifted her effortlessly off the floor. She let out a small gasp before wrapping her legs around his waist. The thin fabric of her trousers and the sheer stockings beneath offered little barrier, and the warmth between them became impossible to ignore as they held each other close.

He carried her the few steps to the office door without letting the kiss fade. Keeping her close with one arm, he reached behind him with the other and turned the lock. A sharp click echoed through the quiet room before his hand returned to her waist, pulling her even closer.

Their kiss lingered, growing more desperate as neither seemed willing to be the first to pull away.

"Mmphmm"

A soft, muffled sound escaped her lips, barely audible between breaths, while he guided them across the office.

He didn’t set her down until the edge of the large mahogany desk met the backs of her thighs. Only then did the kiss finally ease, leaving them standing inches apart, breathing a little harder as their eyes met.

Luca eased her onto the desk in one steady motion. Papers slid across the polished surface, and a pen tumbled over the edge before clattering onto the floor. Neither of them paid it any attention.

He remained between her legs, reluctant to put any distance between them. Their kiss lingered, slow at first before growing more intense, as though neither wanted the moment to end. Every quiet breath and soft sound she made disappeared against his lips.

His hands slipped beneath the hem of her blouse, gently guiding the fabric upward. Sophie lifted her arms without hesitation, making it easy for him to pull the top free.

He tossed it aside, and a faint shiver ran through her as the cool air brushed against her skin. It lasted only a moment before the warmth of his hands replaced it, drawing her attention back to him.

He cupped her breasts through the delicate lace of her bra, thumbs brushing the tight peaks of her nipples. A low sound rumbled in his chest.

He unhooked the clasp with practiced ease, peeled the cups away, and discarded the bra after the blouse. Then his mouth was on her, open kisses trailing down the column of her throat and across the upper swell of one breast until he closed his lips around a nipple and sucked.

Sophie arched, a sharp gasp escaping her. His tongue flicked and circled, drawing the sensitive tip deeper while his fingers worked the other nipple, pinching and rolling with just enough pressure to make her thighs tighten around him.

He switched sides, giving the same slow, thorough attention until both peaks were flushed and glistening. Only then did he kiss his way back to her mouth, claiming it again in a deep, erotic slide of tongue against tongue.

"Touch yourself," he murmured against her lips, voice rough. "Show me."

Her cheeks burned, but her hand obeyed. She slipped it between their bodies, down the front of her trousers, beneath the waistband of her panties and the sheer stockings.

Her fingers found the slick heat waiting for her. She stroked herself slowly at first, circling her clit, dipping lower to gather wetness, while Luca watched every flicker of expression that crossed her face. His breathing had grown heavier.

The hard ridge of his cock pressed insistently against the inside of her thigh through his trousers.

She reached for him next, palm flattening over the thick bulge straining the fabric. A low groan left him as she squeezed, feeling the heat and solid weight of him.

Her fingers traced the outline, mapping the length and girth, the way it twitched under her touch. She bit her lower lip hard, eyes locked on the visible shape beneath the expensive material.

Luca’s hands moved to his belt. The soft clink of the buckle and the slow rasp of the zipper sounded loud in the quiet office. He pushed trousers and underwear down together, freeing himself. Sophie’s gaze dropped.

Her lip stayed caught between her teeth as she took him in: thick, flushed, the head already glistening. She reached out again, wrapping her fingers around the heavy shaft and stroking once from base to tip. A bead of precum welled and smeared across her thumb.

"Fuck," he breathed. He caught her wrist gently, guiding her hand away only long enough to shove her trousers and stockings down her legs in one impatient motion.

The panties followed. She was bare from the waist down now, perched on the edge of the desk, legs parted for him. He stepped back between them, the blunt head of his cock sliding along her soaked folds, not yet pushing in, just teasing, coating himself in her wetness.

He leaned down and kissed her again, deeper and slower, while one hand reached between them to stroke her clit in firm, deliberate circles. Sophie’s hips rolled against his touch.

Soft, needy sounds spilled from her mouth into his. He kept the pressure steady, building her higher, watching the way her eyes fluttered and her thighs trembled.

When her breathing turned sharp and uneven, he slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right, still working her clit with his thumb.

She came with a broken cry, body tightening around his fingers, wetness coating his hand. Luca kissed her through it, swallowing every sound, drawing the orgasm out until she was shaking and soft against him. Only then did he withdraw his fingers, line himself up, and push into her in one long, controlled thrust.

A shared groan filled the room. He filled her completely, stretching her around the thick length of him. Her nails dug into his shoulders. He stayed buried for a moment, forehead pressed to hers, letting her adjust, then began to move.

Slow, deep strokes at first, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in to the hilt. The desk creaked softly beneath them. Each thrust dragged against the sensitive places inside her that made her gasp.

He picked up the pace gradually, hips snapping forward with more force. One hand braced on the desk beside her hip; the other gripped her thigh, holding her open.

The wet sound of their bodies meeting filled the office. Sophie’s head tipped back, exposing the line of her throat. His mouth found it, sucking a mark just below her ear while he fucked her harder.

"Look at me," he ordered, voice low and rough.

Her eyes opened, glassy with pleasure. He kept his gaze locked on hers as he drove into her, the angle shifting just enough that every thrust dragged over that perfect spot.

"Lu-lu-luca-ca mphgm"

Her second orgasm built fast, tighter and sharper. Her walls clenched around him in rhythmic pulses. She cried out his name as she came, body arching, inner muscles milking him.

His control frayed. Thrusts turned harder, deeper, almost punishing in their intensity. The desk shifted an inch across the floor. He buried himself to the root one final time and came with a guttural groan, pulsing thick and hot inside her.

He stayed locked deep, hips stuttering as he emptied himself in long, heavy spurts, filling her until it began to leak out around his cock.

For several heartbeats neither of them moved. Their breathing was ragged. His forehead rested against hers, both of them slick with a light sheen of sweat. He kissed her again, softer this time, lingering, while still buried inside her.

Eventually he eased out. A warm trickle of his release followed, sliding down the curve of her ass onto the polished wood. He reached for a clean handkerchief from the desk drawer, cleaning her gently before helping her sit up. He pulled his trousers back into place, then gathered her discarded clothes and passed them over with a quiet, satisfied smile.

Sophie dressed slowly, still flushed, still feeling the pleasant ache between her thighs and the wet evidence of what they had just done. He unlocked the door, then returned to her, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

"Let’s go home..." he said simply, voice still rough around the edges. "Before I decide the desk isn’t finished with us."

She laughed softly, the sound a little breathless, and let him take her hand.