Camille lay on the desk with her chest still heaving and looked at him.
"What did you do," she said again. Her voice was still completely gone, scraped of everything that usually lived in it.
’Classic reaction,’ Liam thought. He looked up at her from where he was still kneeling. "Didn’t know I was too much for you."
Camille’s eyes narrowed. "That’s not what happened." She pushed herself up onto her elbows, her bob falling in multiple directions. "Whatever you did just caught off guard. That’s all it was."
Liam smiled. Small and slow. "The girl you thought was my girlfriend handled that just fine by the way."
Camille stared at him. "What does that an."
"ans what it ans," Liam said. "You couldn’t handle it."
Her jaw tightened. Her teeth pressed together and the look on her face went through sothing quick and decided. She sat up fully on the desk, both hands pressing flat against the surface, and looked at him with an expression that had left whatever was on it before completely behind.
"Sit on the couch," she said.
Liam smiled wider. Then he stood up from the floor and walked to the daybed and sat down, spreading his legs, leaning back, his arms going along the back of it. Completely unhurried. Completely at ease.
Camille stood in front of him.
She reached behind her back and unclipped the bra with one hand, pulling it forward and off. Her boobs ca free, full and heavy, sitting high despite their size, the skin pale and smooth in the warm office light, her nipples dark and already standing. She dropped the bra sowhere to the side without looking at it.
She stepped forward until she was directly in front of him and then she climbed onto the daybed, one knee on either side of his thighs, standing over him, her feet planted on either side of his hips.
From this height she was looking down at him, her hair falling forward, the full view of her from his angle being sothing that required a mont to absorb properly.
She looked down at his dick.
Then she looked at him.
A thin line of her own wetness dropped from her and landed on him, warm and visible.
She looked at it. Then back at his face. "Get ready for the ride of your life," she said.
She dropped down slowly.
The first inch made her breath catch. She paused there, feeling the stretch of it, her hands coming to his shoulders for balance. Then she dropped further.
"Oh—" The sound ca from low in her chest, deep and genuine, her whole body registering the size of him as she took more of him in, her walls spreading around him in a way that was right at the edge of overwhelming.
"Mm — god—"
She kept lowering herself, taking her ti, her thighs trembling slightly on either side of his from the effort of controlling the descent, until she had taken all of him and her hips were flush against his and she sat there for a second just breathing.
’He’s filling completely,’ she thought. ’Every part of it. I can feel him everywhere.’
Liam had his hands on her hips, fingers spread across the curve of them, holding lightly. Not directing. Just there.
She started moving.
Slow at first.
*Ta~ta~ta~*
Her hips rolling forward and back in a steady rhythm, her body finding the motion, her boobs moving with it, swaying forward on each roll and pulling back, heavy and continuous.
She kept her hands on his shoulders and her eyes on his face, watching his reaction, reading it.
"Mm—"
She rolled her hips deeper on the next stroke and the sound that ca from her was sharper than the one before it. She adjusted the angle slightly, tilting her pelvis, and found sothing that made her whole body want to do that exact movent again imdiately.
So she did.
"Ah—"
She picked up the pace gradually, her rhythm building stroke by stroke, her boobs bouncing now with the motion, the sound of the daybed under them soft and continuous.
Her breathing had changed completely, coming through her nose in short steady pulls, her jaw slightly loose.
’He’s good,’ she thought. ’He hasn’t even done anything yet and he’s already — okay. Okay.’
Liam watched her work. His hands stayed on her hips, feeling the movent, occasionally letting his thumbs press into the soft skin there with a little more intention.
"Mm — ah — mm—"
She rode him steadily, her hips fluid and practiced, the rhythm she had found sitting sowhere between taking her ti and building toward sothing.
Her boobs moved with every stroke, forward and back, the motion uninterrupted and consistent.
Then Liam’s grip on her hips tightened slightly and he pushed up to et her on the next stroke.
"Oh—" Her head dropped forward. "Don’t — don’t do that—"
He did it again.
"Ah—" Her nails pressed into his shoulders. "Liam—"
He kept eting her, his hips rising to match hers on each downstroke, the impact deeper than what she had been managing on her own, the angle changing with each one.
’She’s incredible,’ he thought. ’The way she moves. The way she takes it. Every stroke she gets tighter.’
Her sounds had spread out and gotten louder, no longer the controlled small noises from the desk, these ones ca without warning and without any apparent effort to manage them, each one pulled out of her by the specific combination of what her hips were doing and what his were doing in response.
"Ah — yes — ah—"
Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.
The sound of them filled the office, steady and sharp, underneath the distant bass of the club coming through the walls. Her boobs moved continuously with the rhythm, bouncing with each impact, the skin flushed pink from her chest all the way up to her neck.
She was good at this. Liam could feel it in the way she moved, the deliberateness of it, the way she knew exactly which angle produced what and went back to the ones that worked without needing to search for them. She had been doing this long enough that her body had its own knowledge of it.
’I’m not using Pulse Tease this ti,’ he thought, watching her above him. ’She doesn’t need the help and neither do I.’
He let her set the pace for another minute, her riding him hard now, the rhythm no longer building but arrived, fully present and continuous, her whole body committed to it.
Then he moved.
His hands slid from her hips downward, finding the underside of her thighs, gripping them firmly from beneath, and he lifted.
Camille made a sound of pure surprise as her feet left the daybed and her weight transferred entirely to his hands, her legs coming up as he raised them, his grip moving to hold her from under her ass, both palms spread across the soft flesh there, fingers pressing in.
"Wait — what are you—"
He planted his feet on the floor and drove upward.
"Oh—" The sound that ca out of her was nothing like anything before it. Her hands grabbed at his shoulders, his arms, anything in reach, her nails finding skin. "Oh god—"
He kept going. His hands holding her weight, her legs raised, the angle completely different from anything they had been doing, deeper and more direct, each thrust carrying the full force of his legs behind it.
*Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.*
"Ah — ah — Liam — oh god—"
Her boobs moved with every impact, rising and falling, the motion continuous and heavy. Her head had dropped back, her neck exposed, her bob completely beyond saving, hair going in every direction.
’It’s getting deeper,’ she thought, her eyes squeezing shut. ’Every ti he moves it gets deeper. How is it getting deeper.’
"Ah — oh — ah—"
He kept the pace relentless, his hands locked under her ass, holding her exactly where he wanted her, each thrust finding the sa point inside her that made her sounds lose whatever shape they had been trying to hold.
Her hands had stopped grabbing and just held on now, gripping his arms, her knuckles tight, her body completely given over to the rhythm he was setting with no energy left to do anything but receive it.
"Liam—" Barely a word. "Liam I’m — I’m going to—"
He drove forward harder.
"Ah—"
Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.
"Oh god — oh — I’m—"
She ca hard. Her whole body locking, her back arching away from him, a raw sound tearing out of her throat that had nothing perford about it anywhere, her thighs clamping against his hands, her nails pressing into his arms deep enough to leave marks.
She shook for a long mont. Her breathing completely stopped and then ca back in a rush, her chest heaving, her body releasing in waves that moved through her from her center outward.
Liam slowed gradually, feeling her pulse around him, her walls contracting rhythmically in the aftermath, holding him even as she ca down from it.
When the shaking stopped she was limp in his hands, her weight fully in his grip, her head dropped forward, her hair across her face.
He lowered her slowly back onto the daybed.
She sat there. Both hands pressing flat against his chest, not pushing, just needing sowhere to put them. Her breathing was still uneven, coming in long pulls, her chest rising and falling visibly.
She looked at him.
Her expression was completely open. Not the calculating warmth from earlier. Not the deliberate sideways smiles. Just her face, doing whatever it was actually doing, with nothing over the top of it.
"Okay," she said. Her voice was completely wrecked. She swallowed once. "Okay."
Liam looked at her. "Still think I couldn’t keep up?"
Camille looked at him for a long mont.
Then she laughed. A real one. Short and genuine and slightly helpless.
"I lay corrected," she said, letting out a small laugh.
Liam looked at her. "I still hope you think about what we talked about. Even though I know it probably won’t change anything."
Camille looked at him for a mont. "Why do you even care that much? I told you everything. I made my decision."
Liam was quiet for a second. "I don’t fully know," he said. "But part of it is I don’t want anyone getting hurt."
She looked at him with sothing softer than what she usually kept on her face. "That’s sweet. But you can’t save everyone, Liam. All you can do is hope everyone makes it through whatever cos next."
The words landed sowhere quiet and stayed there. Liam didn’t say anything.
Camille leaned forward and pressed her lips to his cheek briefly. Then she pulled back and looked at him. "Thanks for keeping your promise."
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