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Chris did not give Mary chance to talk because if she talked, she was just going to think of a reason why they were impossible together. She had come here to tell him that they were all wrong for each other, that she was not ready. He knew better than she did how ready she was. When it had just been the two of them inside this office, with no Ezra barging in on them prematurely, Mary was willing to give herself to him.
There had been no doubt in her mind then.
Chris knew why she had wanted to meet him here. The ATF building was neutral ground, a place where she could feel safe and reasonable as she thought up her excuses for not wanting to be with him. In the last two days Chris had come to realise that he did not care for those reason because they were the same stupid ones he had given himself the minute he met her because he too, felt the same damn way. If he loved her, as if he even had a choice in the matter, it would be forever. There were not many instances in Chris' life where he was so clear about anything but he was certain how he felt about her. From the moment she had walked into his office, Chris knew exactly what Mary Travis could mean to his life if he allowed her passage into his heart. Perhaps, she did so as well, he could not say for certain but was knew without doubt that Mary did share his feelings.
She was just afraid and she thought too much.
Grabbing her by the waist, he pulled her to him because there had ever been only one moment where she had been truly sure of how she felt about him and Chris decided it was time she remembered. His mouth took hers savagely, giving her no quarter to resist as his tongue pushed ruthlessly past her teeth until she had no choice but to part her lips and allow him access. Once inside, he sought out her tongue and found that it was not as unwilling as the rest of her. He caught it in his lips and sucked languidly until the resistance he could feel in her body, melted away. Chris continued to ravage her lips so ardently that he could hear her sigh into his mouth.
"This changes nothing....." she whispered when he broke away and came up for air. "I don't...."
Before she could say another word, he buried his mouth on her neck, drawing her flesh into his mouth with such torturous pleasure that she could feel her spine melting away and her ability to hold herself up fading just as fast. She wanted to fight him, wanted to keep herself from responding because once she succumbed, she would be lost to him forever, completely and utterly. He had the power to destroy her if she allowed him the chance and yet as Mary felt Chris tugging at the singlet she was wearing, dancing with her feet as he led her towards the nearby desk, there was nothing she could do to prevent it.
And she was starting to wonder why she wanted to in the first place.
Chris understood that she was afraid and knew that as long she kept thinking about all the reasons why they could not be together, she could never truly admit how she felt. So, if that was what it was going to take, he was going to rob her of the chance to do any thinking at all. He pulled down the elastic material of her singlet, forcing it free of her shoulder as his lips devoured the skin of her neck. There was a point where it had stretched as far as it would go and Chris felt the material snap just as they came to a stop at the obstruction of his desk. She was trying to push away still but her attempts were getting weaker by the minute, especially when he slipped one leg between hers and raised his knee just enough to bury his thigh in the rising heat of her sex.
"Oh god, you bastard," she moaned, her head hung back in pleasure as her hands began to take on a will of its own. They were no longer trying to push him away and had instead squeezed into the narrow space between them to work on the buttons of his shirt. Closing her eyes and allowing herself become slave to his attentions, her fingers worked their magic without requiring any conscious thought. She parted the buttons easily until the shirt fell open and that magnificent torso was pressed up against her exposed breasts, thanks to the shreds of cloth around her feet that used to be her singlet. Feeling an ache that was pure lust crushing her insides with need for him, she allowed her palms to run up the length of his chest, savouring the feel of taut, firm muscle that quivered under her touch. She felt a shudder ripple through him even though he was tasting her neck while running his fingers through her glorious hair in order to her closer.
Mary let her hand glide across his chest, finding the small nubs on either side and immediately began rolling the heated points of erect flesh under her palms, the way she would tease another similarly sensitive area in a short time. Chris' reaction was evidenced by his sharp intake of breath before his head tilted back suddenly, leaving her neck and the red bruise he had created from the hunger of his lust. He closed his eyes, languishing in sensation when Mary dropped her hands and snaked down the velvet skin of his stomach, relishing the slight quiver of muscle the closer she reached his throbbing erection.
"You want play dirty," she whispered into his ear. "We can play real dirty Chris."
Her eyes met his with total lust and began a long, torturous journey of hot kisses down the centre of his chest. Licking him in such a way that he could see everything her tongue was doing, Chris' expression started to strain as Mary lowered herself further down his body, naked desire in her eyes as she laved the velvet skin of his clenched stomach. Her fingers slipped into the waistband of his jeans, skimming the edge as she noticed the hard ridge of cock protruding through the fabric, aching to reach her through the coarse denim. She rubbed her cheek against it and watched his eyes cloud over in utter helplessness. His jaw tightened and he grabbed the edge of his desk with both hands, transfixed by what she was doing.
"I can't play with it, if I can't see it," she whispered and watched him swallow thickly as he undid the buttons with trembling fingers and then pulled zipper. Secretly, Mary felt a gush of moisture between her legs knowing that what he was uncovering for her was going to take her beyond the dreams of ecstasy.
"You're a bad girl, Mrs Travis," he said hoarsely, trying to keep his cool even though it was being dismantled brick by arrogant brick. "I had no idea."
"Don't argue with it," she smiled as he freed himself of his jeans and his cock lay before her, weeping with anticipation. Mary smiled seeing how much he was trying to resist the urge to thrust it towards her lips when she took it by the base and licked the swollen head once, savouring the taste of him on her lips as his mind swam from that one action. She continued for a few minutes, flicking her tongue in gentle licks as if she testing new flavours at a local ice creamery before making a final selection.
"You're killing me...." he groaned as she licked and pulled back, repeating it so many times that he was to explode there and then if she did not take all of him into her mouth soon
She sucked one of his balls past her lips and watched his fists clench the edge of the desk once again. He had thrown his head back and was biting down so he would not let out the moan she knew was dying to escape his lips. Mary sucked harder knowing for certain that he liked the raw pleasure of a little pain.
Oh fuck.
That was the only coherent thing Chris could think of when he felt her mouth enclose once of his swollen balls, her tongue covering every inch of it until he did not what the hell was happening or care for that matter, as long as she did not stop. Her hands caressed the inside of his thigh, massaging the flesh until it was just as sensitive as his cock. Her fingers travelled up the curve of his rear, slipping into the crack until she found that place inside him that was sensitive to the touch and traced it with her finger.
"What are you doing?" he grunted as she began working her way inside him. This was new and different. Chris noticed that she seemed to be looking for something specific even though he could not fathom what that might be until Mary touched something inside of him that sent erotic waves of sensation the likes of which he had never known throughout his body. It coursed through him like electricity and awoke every sense in his body as he spasmed in response.
"Oh fuck!" He arched into her hand and trusted forward instinctively, only to have her capture his cock inside her mouth in one deep swallow. Chris had not idea what to do. She continued to caress that tender spot inside of him while her mouth was bobbing up and down his cock and overloading him sensation until his mind started to crumble from the sheer bliss. He could not control himself, not one damn bit, as his mind reeled in confusion whether or not to let her suck him or let her play with that secret pleasure spot.
The semen gushing down her throat was evidence that having at least one or two gay friends whom did not mind talking about their sex life was a good thing. She drank him readily, pleasuring him with her finger as she continued to massage that secret place inside. Her other hand caressed his balls, all the while continuing to go down on him like there was no tomorrow. She had wanted to see him beg. Mary had wanted to see him to surrender and pay for being such an arrogant, hard nosed son of a bitch that it had been almost as physical pleasurable for her to perform her little tricks on him as it probably was for him to experience it.
"Oh goddamnit Mary!" He groaned again and knew that he was so close to coming inside her mouth that he could barely articulate it in time to warn her. She was absolutely ruthless, pushing on that spot each time she brought her mouth down on his cock until he was so mindless from agonising pleasure that he did not know where he was. "Stop.," he pleaded raspily. "Stop! I can't....."
She pulled away then, not wanting him to become spent and knowing that he was very close to it. "I trust you enjoyed that," she smiled wickedly.
"Damn right I did," he said breathing hard before he pulled her up roughly by her arms and turned her around towards his desk. "Now you're just going to have to get some pay back."
Lifting her up onto the desk, he yanked off what was left of her clothes and when she was naked on top of its wooden surface, Chris decided that she was what every office desk needed. Mary smiled at him, enjoying her triumph over him while Chris pulled down the drawstring pants from around her waist and then her underwear. Giving her no time to prepare, he buried his face deep into the cleft between her legs and took a deep breath. In response, Mary grabbed his hair as the soles of her feet began caressing his back, telling herself defiantly that she was not going to submit the way she had made him crumble. When suddenly she felt his tongue find that little pearl of flesh she had hidden away and realise that going to make that very thing happen.
I'm not going to give in, she told herself stubbornly. I'm not going to go to pieces like he did!.
Chris who knew exactly what she was thinking thought secretly to himself.
Like hell you aren't.
He drew it into his mouth and laved its heated tip with his tongue. Chris was going to give her as good as she gave and sucked her erect centre past his teeth, nipping just lightly enough for it to become even more tender. He felt Mary arc against him in reaction but she was still fighting to remain in control and so he decided to intensify his attention. Chris began swirling his tongue around the charged flesh, circling it roughly until her thighs tensed and the hands in his hair started to pull his head deeper against her moist flesh. He could feel the sweat on her skin and looked up long enough to see her body bent back, her golden hair forming a cascade as her eyes remained closed and her lips quivered with pleasure. His hand circled her rear and pulled her closer as he changed tactic again.
"Bastard.......," Mary groaned as she felt his tongue starting to dart into her inner passage, causing such a wave of erotic delight that she could only close her eyes and bite down to keep herself from screaming at him not to stop.
Chris was not about to do anything of the sort but he was going to hear her scream one way or another and continued fucking her with his tongue, until the taste of her juices filled his throat in a swell of pre-orgasmic promise. He thrust deeper and deeper into that cavern inside her, reminding himself that she would be this moist and hot when he finally took her. Just thinking that sent another surge of desire to his hungry cock.
God, he was going to enjoy this so much but first, he wanted to hear her. No matter how much resistance she was maintaining, Chris knew she was almost broken. He could feel it by the trembling flesh of her body in his hands and the taste in his mouth. Chris could feel the tension that was pressing against his tongue as he continue to penetrate her with long, languid strokes. It was like a roar building up in his ears, reaching climax with just a little more..........
"OH MY GOD, CHRIS!!!!!!!"
He smiled upon hearing that scream of utter defeat as her orgasm rushed forward to greet him. Chris lapped her up with contentment, almost as satisfied by that cry of surrender as he was by the pleasure he was afforded when he was lapped up her incredible taste.
She lay panting hard, her eyes glazed and almost uncomprehending as Mary descended from the heights he had taken her. Chris looked at Mary with a grin and then asked with a smug smile. "I trust you enjoyed that."
Mary let out a breathless sigh and declared. "Oh just shut up and get over here."
Chris needed no more incentive than that as he stood up and pulled her legs around his waist. He was so hard, he could barely think but he had so enjoyed pleasuring her. The last time they had become this heated in his office, Ezra had walked in. This time, if anyone interrupted them, Chris was just enough beyond caring to tell whoever it was to grab a seat and be quiet until they was finished. Looking into Mary's glazed eyes, he could tell she felt the same as he plunged deep into her recesses without further hesitation. Chris could not wait, not now. What she had done earlier was beyond his ability to describe. It was sheer stubbornness that had kept him from letting himself come inside her mouth because as incredible as that would had been and hell it had been pretty damn spectacular, Chris wanted to be inside her when he finally succumbed to his release.
"I love you know," he whispered as he pushed inside her, trying to be gentle even though the pull in his groin was not giving him much choice. God, she was so damn wet! He practically slid into her like she made of hot butter. Her heat enclosed him with waves upon waves of cascading pleasure, until he was forced to close his eyes and focus because it was impossibly easy to be overwhelmed by the incredible tightness of her, all slick and compressed around his tortured cock.
"I know," she smiled and drew him towards her as he started to pump.
Chris met her mouth in a hungry kiss as his hands braced himself on either side of her thighs on the desktop. Her legs tensed with each incredible stroke he was pounding inside her body. She tried to match the rhythm of the tongue darting in and out of his mouth as he continued to thrust deeper and deeper into her, until all he could do to centre himself was to keep time with that questing tongue. Chris could not feel her hands and wondered where they had gone when suddenly, he felt butterfly touches against his nipple before she began rolling the erect tips between her fingertips.
"Oh Jesus!" He moaned into her mouth and pumped even harder, ramming himself so far inside her that he could feel the hard ridge of muscle at the end. He felt her thighs tense around his waist and suddenly, realised she had clenched her inner muscles with such taut pressure that each time his cock slid into her, it was being crushed by beatific tension. Chris could not get enough of that wonderfully tight passage and started to feel a roar of indescribable ecstasy each time he was forced to breach that narrow expanse of hot, moist flesh. He had to keep pumping or go mad from being without. The heat of that strangulating pressure was burning a hole through his mind, flooding his nerves with so much enjoyment that he could feel it down to his toes.
"Mary....so tight," he started to moan hoarsely. "Christ, how are you doing that?" he whimpered pumping harder, feeling his cock become so hard that he did not think it was possible. The desk was starting to slide forward from the sheer force of his intense thrusts, until Mary herself was starting to become distracted by the incredible pounding rhythm of his cock inside her. She knew her resolve was starting to crumble when his cock generated a white heat inside her passage that was going to bring about another incredible orgasm. Mary could feel it building in her loins, until every nerve was holding its breath in anticipation of the moment.
"I never said the game was over Chris," she teased as she continued to play with his nipples, until all Chris was able to do was close his eyes and continue to gasp loudly. Sweat was covering that beautiful body of his as his muscles prepared itself for erupting passion.
She continued to clench her insides for him, squeezing his cock mercilessly, taunting his member into reaction as more and more sensation poured into his body until he was one tightly wound muscle, waiting for release. Chris could feel the sweat running down his back as he continued to pump when suddenly, he felt her muscles relax as another shattering orgasm swept through her. Her fingers dug into his chest, giving him a little pain that only added to the excitement he already felt. It washed over his cock like warm honey, warm butter and ever perfectly sweet and deliciously heated thing he could imagine before he opened his mouth to groan only to have Mary push her tongue into his mouth again before crying out her climax.
"Chris! Oh my god, CHRIS!"
He could not stand it any more. Hearing that scream in his ear sapped the last of his endurance and his stamina shattered at the contraction of muscles around his cock when that final expression of exhausted pleasure, splintered whatever sense there was in his world as he came crashing down from a great height.
Jupiter actually.
"Mary!" He let out a guttural groan as he pumped his seed into her with powerfully hard strokes, forcing every drop of himself into her deepest crevices, feeling his soul escape as well as his passion. His mind swam and everything around him seemed to spin as his body shuddered in the wake of its powerful release. His hands dug into her back as she covered his neck with kisses on his journey down, her fingers raking through his hair as he continued to gasp and shudder, forcing more and more of himself into her until nothing left. When he was done, Chris let himself melt into her arms.
For a long while he did not know what to do except remain in her grasp. She was kissing the slick skin of his neck, her hands still caressing but not with seduction. It was gentle as if she was trying sooth the savage beast after his incredible exertions.
"So what were you going to say?" he found his voice after a moment.
He heard her giggle softly as she held her head in the join of her neck, stroking his hair. "I don't remember," she let out a breathless chuckle.
"All I seemed to remember was that you said you loved me," Chris teased, enjoying how she was holding him and felt a momentary stab of pain when realised that Sarah held him the same way after they had made love. He brushed the thought aside, thinking that this was her blessing somehow, that in some inexplicable way, she had sent Mary to him.
"Typical," Mary retorted. "That would be what you remember."
"My memory is hundred percent," he insisted.
"I'm sure it is." She pulled away long enough to look into his eyes. "Chris," she took a deep breath. "Where do we go from here?"
Chris thought a moment, knowing what an important question this was, not only to her but to their entire relationship from this instant on. What he said now, would define them forever.
"Your place, it's closer," he said with a grin.
Mary stared at him and then flashed him a radiant smile. "No, your place."
"My place?" he asked. "Why my place?"
"Because, neighbours won't hear you scream out on a ranch." She cocked a brow as a perfectly evil smile stole across her face,
Chris's eyes widened at the prospect of what she had planned for him before responding. "I'll drive."
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