Erotic story: “I spread my legs as I lower myself on top of him”

Roos runs into Jacques at her brother's office. She has something to make up for and she does.   

I walk through the familiar hallway towards my brother's office. The clicking of my heels on the marble floor softly echoes against the high walls. As if they are announcing me. Jacques’ office is on the right at the beginning, my brother's is at the end of the hallway on the left. The sex with Cas left me confused and upset. I don't feel like complicated, so I ignored Jacques' texts. And now I'm trying to sneak past his door without him seeing or hearing me. Why did Luc want me to come by? What was so important?

When I reach my brother's office, I feel a sigh of relief coming up. Made it! “Roos,” Luc calls as he sees me in the doorway. He rushes towards me for one of his famous hugs. I laugh as he swings me through the air, the enthusiasm of my cheerful brother is contagious. But when he sets me down, the grin on my face freezes. Behind Luc stands Jacques. His hands deep in the pockets of his trousers and a frown between the eyebrows on his handsome face. He nods at me briefly before turning away from me towards my brother. Luc looks at his partner. “Well Jacques, this matter isn't that serious. We'll figure it out. Especially now that Roos is here.”

I walk past him and let myself sink into the chair in the lounge area of the office. My brother and Jacques are in trouble. Especially when they ask me for help. My expertise is damage control and I've saved Luc a few times from bad publicity. Distraction is always the solution, so in my head a campaign is already forming while my brother rapidly throws his problem on the table in French. Jacques remains silent. He clearly isn't thrilled that Luc is enlisting my help, but now that I hear the extent of the problem, I know he couldn't refuse. His ego and pride are fighting with saving this project. But that doesn't mean he has to act like a jerk. Even though I might have deserved that just a tiny bit after my radio silence.

I see Jacques’ eyes crawling up from my feet along my legs. Just at the moment he reaches my knees, I cross one leg over the other, giving him a view of the lace under my dress. His dark gaze shoots up and I can't hide the amused expression on my face. I wet my lips with my tongue. Jacques tugs at the edge of his collar with a finger. He’s getting warm. Nice.

“Jacques will fill in the last details with you,” my brother says as he gives me a quick kiss on the cheek. “I have to run.” Luc storms out of the office and suddenly I'm alone with Jacques. The man I just gave a view of my lace thong, the man I ignored for weeks and who now might be looking at me even angrier. I nervously start listing the details of the campaign. Why do you always do this again, Roos? I scold myself.

Jacques throws a thick folder on the table in front of me. “Everything you need to know is in here,” he says. “See if you can manage to respond to this.” He strides away with long steps. I pull the folder towards me and run down the hallway after him to his office. “Sorry Jacques, I didn't mean to disappear,” I sigh breathlessly in the doorway. “It's just complicated.” He turns around and is with me in two steps. Jacques pulls me into his office and slams the door shut behind me. “How are you going to make it up to me, Roos?” he says as he stands close to me and strokes my jaw with his thumb. My breath catches in my throat. I feel the excitement coursing through my body. I take his hand and gently guide it along the side of my thigh under my dress. He buries his face in my neck and inhales my scent. I feel his finger slowly moving between my labia under my hand.

“This wasn't exactly filling in the details as my brother intended,” I whisper in Jacques’ neck. He pushes his fingers a little deeper into me and silences me with his lips and tongue. When he bites my lip, I let out a soft moan. “That's what you get for challenging me,” he says with a grin. He steps back and sits down on a chair. With one hand, he quickly unbuckles his belt and pants, and with the other hand, he pulls me onto his lap. I spread my legs as I lower myself onto him. Jacques’ hands find their way under my dress to my breasts. He plays with my nipples while I slowly move my hips. Just to see how far his self-control goes.

Jacques tightens his arm around me and takes over my rhythm. He looks at me and kisses me again and again. With his tongue, he explores my mouth. It's as if he's kissing me for the first time again. It feels new, it feels different. Especially because he is so close with his whole body. His hand strokes through my hair, along my neck and to my breast. Meanwhile, every thrust seems more intense, deeper inside me. My thighs tense as I first come in soft shudders and then more intensely, while he continues to thrust deeper inside me.

“Well, that was a nice start to making up,” Jacques says as he straightens his tie. “I look forward to our collaboration.” And he walks out of his office.