Lawyer Up (14 page)

THE SAME OLD-TIME LAWYER'S OFFICE

Hawk led me through the door and slammed it shut behind me. He pulled me to him, and I melted against his firm body, trembling at the feel of his bulging erection pressing against me. Wrapped in his arms, I looked up at him in the hazy glow of streetlight flowing through the partially closed blinds. I could see that he was studying me. There was a question in his eyes and a raised brow. I understood then that Hawk was giving me an out, offering me the chance to change my mind. Instead, I pulled his head down as I rose to bring my lips to his mouth, my answer a long, welcoming kiss.

Hawk swept me up in his arms and walked to the couch. Setting me on my feet, he smiled. “I believe I promised to kiss you senseless on this couch.”

Laughing, I responded, “And don't forget the chairs. You didn't specify what you would do, but I expect to be wowed.”

“I live by the motto of our firm. If the customer isn't
fully
satisfied, then we haven't done our job.”

Hawk kissed me then, hard and fast, and I swayed into him, that inherent, magnetic connection at work once again. He pulled me down to sit cradled on his lap and kissed me a third time as his hands began to explore my body.

After mere moments, he pulled away to rest his forehead against mine. “Are you sure?” he asked.

Wanting to sound carefree and urbane, I quipped, “I'm not sure if you've kissed me quite senseless yet, but I'm sure that I want this. Want you.” Giggling at my own jest, I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, needing to feel his skin.

“No!” he retorted, grasping my hands and holding them still. His voice sounded loud and abrupt in the quiet room. “Shit,” he swore softly. “I've never done anything like this before in my life.” Startled, I started to climb off his lap, but his hands gripped me tightly, holding me in place. “
And
…I'm going to make fucking sure it's the best fucking sex you've ever had in your entire life.”

“Sorry,” I responded. “It was just a stupid joke.”

“I know.” He was calm but his face blazed with determination. “But if nothing else, I want you to remember this night for the rest of your life. I'm going to play with your body—
everywhere—
and I'm going to enjoy every single minute of it until you are begging me for it.”

I gasped out loud. His challenging provocation enflamed me. Trembling, I ached for everything he had promised.

Hawk settled me more comfortably on his lap, one hand supporting my back. Then he placed his other hand on my bare knee, his warm palm a hot brand on my skin. When he lowered his mouth, I opened mine eagerly to allow him access. His tongue swept in to play with mine, delicately but relentlessly teasing. Moaning, I opened my mouth wider. I desperately wanted him inside me fully…everywhere!

His hand on my leg was playing a similar game, advancing under my skirt to caress my inner thighs before retreating. I whimpered, wanting more, as I tentatively explored his body through his clothes. I felt all the hard planes of his chest under his dress shirt with both my hands before sliding them up into his thick, black hair and playing with the spiky strands, while he teased the skin of my inner thighs. I couldn't stand it another moment and urged his hand higher up my leg until finally he touched my most private place, his finger sliding under my panties. Then he slid a solitary finger inside me while caressing my clit with his thumb. I shuddered uncontrollably.

“You're so wet,” he murmured, his mouth caressing the delicate skin of my throat. “It's…such a turn-on. I want you now!”

“Yes!” I moaned. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him with everything I had. I just couldn't get enough of this man.

When I paused to catch my breath, Hawk eased me off his lap. He stood up and offered me his hand to lead me to his big, wooden desk. He shoved the chair back, and we stopped there. I jumped in surprise as he swept his arm across the surface, sending everything on top crashing loudly onto the floor.

“I've always wanted to do that,” he commented with a wicked grin. “Never before had a woman here to do it for,” he added, holding tightly onto my hand so I couldn't back away.

I was wildly aroused. My long dry spell was about to be broken in the most extraordinary way—making love to a virtual stranger, and in a public law office, no less. I felt the titillation throughout my body. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach, tingles skittered up my spine, and my core clenched repeatedly, wanting to be filled by a stranger's thick shaft. The raw novelty made me dizzy, like I was on the edge of a cliff and couldn't see what was below but still desperately wanted to jump into the unknown.

Continuing to hold me, he sat in his old-fashioned wooden desk chair and then slowly smiled up at me. He didn't ask again for permission as he stared hungrily into my eyes. The predatory Hawk of my earlier fantasy was back and completely in control—I could see it in his eyes. I tried not to waver from his gaze but couldn't stop the enflamed trembling as he put his hands firmly on my hips. One slid behind, and I felt the zipper slowly lowering before he tugged my skirt down, exposing my sexy, lace panties. I felt intense pleasure at the sound of his harshly drawn breath, and then Hawk surprised me, eliciting another trembling shiver when he quickly lowered his face straight into the damp apex of my thighs.

He inhaled deeply and murmured his approval. “You smell delicious. So womanly.”

I trembled again. I was becoming one long, sizzling knot of prickly nerves, and he had hardly touched me! Hawk eased back from my pussy and then stood to look down at me, his hands never leaving me. I gasped in surprise when he picked me up and plopped me on top of the now-empty desk, my legs dangling over the side. The hard wood felt cool, foreign, on my almost-bare ass. Hawk sat back down in the chair, and his naughty grin told me he was just getting started on his plan to reduce me to a begging, wanting, mindless bundle of sexual need.

He reached down and lifted one of my feet, flicking off my shoe before slowly running one finger down the soft, sensitive center of the bottom of my foot. I jerked in ticklish response, but he held tight and did it again. I gasped as Hawk slowly skimmed that same single finger up my calf and farther still to my inner thigh, leaving a burning trail on my skin.

He stopped just short of my lace panties, and my pussy clenched tightly in anticipation. My breath caught, and again I trembled. Hawk chuckled as he began the same teasing on my other leg, again stopping just short of where I ached to be touched, a torment that left me squirming on the hard desk. Then he placed my feet on the armrests to either side of him.

From above, I watched as Hawk leaned forward and delicately licked my inner thigh. It was a sweet, teasing torture, and I loved it. Then, unexpectedly, he nipped the skin with his teeth, and I cried out, more startled than in pain. Moving deeper between my thighs, Hawk nipped my panties and pulled downward. Obligingly, I raised my pelvis, holding myself up with my hands, and he pulled them downward with his mouth till they slid from my hips. Then he used his hands to pull my underwear the rest of the way off.

He slowly slid his hands around my bare ass, giving both cheeks a pinch before he pulled me to the edge of the desk with one swift movement. He placed one hand on my chest above my bra and gently but firmly pushed my upper body backward until I caught myself with my hands. At that angle he was able to tilt my pelvis upward as he spread my thighs wide. He stared intensely at my wet labia, now opened to him, and licked his lips. I gasped and quivered, feeling his gaze as if he were actually touching me there.

“We're just getting started, my sweet Liza,” he murmured, his eyes still on my pussy. I shuddered, beginning to suspect that I would indeed be reduced to a puddle of whimpering, begging flesh before he was done.

With a sly smile on his face, he leaned between my thighs again, and I watched through half-closed eyes as his tongue came out. He stopped just an inch from me, his tongue flicking my inner thighs, just out of reach of my clenching, wanting pussy. I would have slid my pelvis to him if I weren't already on the edge of the desk. Instead I was forced to wait for Hawk to come to me, watching his tongue a hairbreadth from actually touching me where I needed it the most. I groaned loudly.

Then finally Hawk closed the distance and let his tongue swipe across my clitoris one time.

“Mmm,” he murmured.

“Ahh!” I cried, my eyes sliding shut.

Hawk went at me like an animal, licking my labia and nipping my clit, plunging his tongue inside my pussy while I shuddered with building pleasure. He was wild, his tongue furiously working me over while I moaned and writhed on the desk. Everything Hawk was doing to me felt delicious. My moans grew louder, spurring him on. He was devouring me and murmuring his appreciation of my juices. He kept one arm locked around me—I wasn't going anywhere—while his other hand explored my body, sliding inside my blouse and under my bra. He tweaked a hard nipple, and I jerked at the painful pleasure.

“Yes,” I moaned. “More…only a little more!” I was so close. “
Please
,” I cried out. “Please more,” I whined, bucking my pussy harder into him. “Just a little more—”

Hawk suddenly pulled back, lifting his head. “Not that easily, my dear. I don't think you've reached your limit…yet.” He smiled wickedly up at me before swiping the back of his hand across his wet face. “Before I let you come, you are going to beg and plead, crying for me.”

He stood up and, with a single flourish, pulled my blouse up and off me, leaving only my pink, lacy bra. “So pretty,” he breathed before he reached around and unhooked the bra to pull it off.

Again I was struck by the rawness of this novel experience—with a stranger in a strange place—and now I was naked, totally on display before his hungry gaze. Somehow it seemed even more decadent that I was nude while Hawk remained professionally attired. His business shoes, expensive pants, and dress shirt were still neat, while I was spread out and panting, damp with sweat and nearly dripping wet for him.

“So beautiful,” he said, still staring at my body in the dusky darkness, the only light a glimmer from the streetlamp.

I wondered momentarily why I didn't feel shy. I should feel embarrassed to be so aroused before a strange man, but this was all so wildly, astonishingly erotic that I felt only excitement that Hawk liked what he saw.

He leaned down and nuzzled his face between my breasts. His tongue swept across the areola of one aching nipple before he latched on, suckling and nipping it, and fueling my intense hunger. Then he tilted my hips even farther back till one finger could tease around my anus. I jerked in surprise, shuddering. No one had ever touched me there. His mouth moved to the other breast while his hands continued to work me over, one circling my anus, the other my clitoris.

I was again so very close. My head lolled backward and my eyes slid shut, my arms still supporting my upper body. I moaned and squirmed. Just a little more—the ache was divine, the pleasure almost painful in my need to breach a pinnacle that was just out of reach.

“Yes, Hawk! It feels so good.” I writhed and pushed against him wherever he touched me, my cries loud in the quiet office. Then he pulled back again.

“
No
!
” I shrieked. “Ohhh.”

I was whimpering now and uttering strange little cries as I reached frantically to try to pull his smiling mouth back to my breast or, better, my pussy. Hawk's eyes shone down at me, but his wicked grin said that he was loving my delicious torment.

“Please, Hawk! I can't take any more!” I pleaded, trying again to capture his mouth in a kiss and return his hand to my throbbing pussy.

“Ahhh,” he breathed standing up, holding me firmly out of reach. “You are so beautiful.…and…I think possibly…
ready
?” Hawk's fingers returned to my clitoris, then slipping inside to test my wetness, finding my G-spot too. He slid his fingers in and out in quick succession, always curling inside to hit that most sensitive locus while his thumb flicked my clit at the same time. It was torture. It was pure delight.

“
Yes
!
” I cried, writhing uncontrollably at this additional stimulus, not sure how much more I could take.

“All right, sweet Liza,” he finally replied, seemingly in complete control except for a slight hoarse edge to his voice. “But this is our first time together, and I'm not going to let you come until my dick is deep inside your wet pussy. I want to feel you climax on me…around me.”

I nodded in frantic agreement. Hawk stepped away and I was left wanting. But it was only to yank his shirt off and unzip his trousers before pulling them down. Finally getting to see his tawny, well-muscled chest was exciting. My gaze trailed down his body over six-pack abs to muscles that framed his hips, to a sexy, black triangle of curls. I gasped when my eyes dropped to his dick. It was so big, long, jutting, and ready.

I could hardly think at all anymore—I was so hungry for his cock. Hawk turned to grab his overnight bag and, after rifling through it, removed a condom that he handed to me. So close now! I ripped it open before placing one of my small hands on his dick. It jerked appreciatively at my touch, and I squeezed and almost roughly moved my hand along its thick, velvety length. My reward was to finally hear an answering moan from Hawk. Again and again I slid my hand along his shaft, lost in the thrill of returning even a small measure of the tantalizing torture. His masculine groans spurred me onward.

“Enough!” One harsh command indicated Hawk might have also reached his limit.

Startled, I let go, and he guided my other hand to bring the condom to his shaft. I urgently unrolled it down his full length before looking back up to his eyes. They were flared and wild.