"Do you want it, Olive?" he asked, his matter of fact tone making me uncertain he meant what I thought he did as his gaze followed mine down to his dick. "Bend the fuck over so I can give you my dick," he persisted, taking his cufflinks off.
He placed them on the desk and rolled up his sleeves.
My mouth went dry and my body complied all on its own. As I laid my hands on the cool mahogany desk before me and bent over before him, flashes of him taking me from behind last night went through my head.
Yes boys and girls, my decade long crush fucked me silly last night. And no, my forbidden obsession did not disappoint.
By the time he fucked me doggy style, we were already on round three. Despite the intensity of rounds one and two, he only seemed to be more turned on as he hammered away at my cunt. The man had limitless stamina.
"This is what you want, right?" he asked, a slight edge to his voice as his hands slid under my skirt and onto my thighs.
"Harmon," I purred, instantly going weak in the knees, a shiver going down my spine.
"Come now Miss Hunter, be a good girl for me. You need to stay upright if I'm going to fuck you the way you like it," his husky voice whispered, his lips pressed up against my cheek as his arm wrapped around my middle to steady me.
"What happened to it won't happen again?" I whimpered, struggling to get the words out as his thumb hooked into the band of my thong.
He dragged the band down one thigh slowly then moved over to the other.
Did a part of me die when he said that to me after I woke up to my dream come true? Yes.
Was I willing to let that be the end of it? Fuck no.
"What choice do I have, Olive? If I don't fuck you, you'll never be satisfied. I rather hoped last night had done the job, but here you are, trying to ruin my life for dick." He seethed, pulling the rug out from under me with the sudden hardening of his tone. "How many more times do you want it, baby girl? How much do I need to fuck you so you'll stop fucking with me?"
Once again, the rejection hurt like a bitch. Olivia Hunter didn't have feelings though. He wasn't about to see that I was dying inside.
"Get over yourself, you dick. I'm not fucking going to Cupid's Cove for you," I sassed him, the rage I had been wrestling with exploding out of me as tears prickled at my eyes.
I tried to spin around to face him head on despite my emotional state because I was a fucking Hunter and he was just a boy. Anticipating this move, he grabbed onto me by my hair and pinned me down onto the desk face first. My wet pussy came instantly.
Nope. Not a boy. Definitely all man.
When did this shit start? What the fuck was wrong with me? I just wanted a fuck from him. Nothing more. That was who I was. Fun. No relationships. No commitments.
Unless of course the man was Harmon Chancellor, the only person I could never be with. Having him remind me of the same was like a bitch slap to the face.
"Wake up, Olivia." He hissed, pulling my skirt up and grasping the fabric of my thong to yank it down to my knees before spanking my ass. "Will would lose his mind if he knew what I was doing to you right now. Remember Will? My best friend? Your brother? Our boss. I'm Harmon Chancellor. I don't do dumb shit, baby girl."
So he said, but the thunderous sound of one of his big hands connecting with my ass cheeks split the air between us. He held me down firmly with his other hand.
"Exactly. Our boss. This trip is work. If you happen to pay me some special attention along the way, I won't say no. There's nothing dumb about improving a girl's opinion about your performance in bed, Harmon." I taunted him, voice rising with each word as the slaps to my ass increased in intensity.
Being Will Hunter's sister meant no one expected me to have a brain. I was just a good fuck. Billy deserved better. He believed in me. I didn't want to let him down when my new internship already came as no surprise to my colleagues.
What they didn't know was I worked my ass off for Hunter Industries long before my official position was given to me. Billy wanted to make me an executive right away after I graduated from business school based purely on my experience, but I declined. I wanted to earn it. Same as everyone else.
Harmon knew this shit. Until last night, he was my biggest supporter. Then we fucked and suddenly I was a distraction? Oh fucking really?
My sass was my undoing. The burning sensation left behind by his spanking bought the dwindling orgasm roaring back to life. Before my quivering legs could give out, he spun me around, grabbed my thighs, picked me up and placed me on his desk.
"Shut the fuck up. People will hear you. You've had better? Lying slut," he said with a low, menacing growl as his hulky body stood between my spread legs, hands wandering up to my hips.
I smirked, catching a glimpse of the hunger etched into his facial muscles before his mouth came down hard on mine.
I knew saying that to him would get under his skin, but it was only defense to him telling me, "This never happened."
My legs wrapped around his waist without a second thought as I pulled him down onto me. We claimed each other's lips readily, opening up for each other like lovers do, pulling at each other's tucked in shirts.
As his lips traveled down to my neck, hands grabbing at my breasts through the fabric of my shirt, I bit down on my lip, willing myself to be quiet. Emboldened by his frenzied movements, I slid a hand down the front of his pants, my fingers wrapping around his dick.
Me touching his naked cock shut the kissing and groping down instantly. He pulled away from me forcefully, staggering backwards. Cursing under his breath, he stood up straight and started tucking his shirt back into his pants. Lustful eyes trailed up and down my body as he worked to steady his breathing.
"You're my sister, Olive. He's my brother. You're my family. I can't be the guy you're fucking, angel. You're too important to me for that," he said, imploring me to understand as he let me down gently.
A burning heat ripped through my chest. My pulse dropped. The panting stopped as the breath hitched in my throat.
"What the fuck was I last night, Harmon? Available?" I threw back at him sharply.
What was I saying? Olivia Hunter usually begged for them to leave.
"Precious," he said, reaching out to cup my cheek like he was used to doing.
I turned my face away from him with a frown and he let his hand drop before it could reach me.
"But not mine. There's more to me than you know, Olivia. I'm fucking dangerous and not just to your cunt," he said, unfolding his sleeves.
I watched him turn into the flawless Harmon I was used to as he put his cufflinks back on. By the time he slid his jacket on, the soulless eyes were back.
"I've known you half of my existence. If I don't know you, I don't know anyone Harmon," I said matter of factly, feeling vulnerable and small.
"You're not going. End of discussion," he said, that cool finality that I always thought was so sexy deepening the sting of rejection.
It hit me like a truck, blindsiding me. Holy fuck. I liked Harmon. It wasn't a silly school girl crush. I really, really liked him. He didn't feel the same way about me, or at least didn't want to. That hardly mattered. Hunters took what they wanted.
"If I'm not on that plane with you tomorrow, prepare to explain to Billy how you fucked me while I was drunk out of my mind," I said, pseudo bravado consuming me as I fought against my better judgment to blackmail my oldest friend.
In the end, my heart sided with my pussy against my brain. Two against one.
"I'll ruin you, Mr. Inconsequential. By the time I'm done with you, you won't be COO of shit."