The Audition

The scent of her perfume—something floral with a hint of vanilla—hit me before I even saw her. It was the same perfume she wore the night we broke up, and it hung in the empty office like a ghost. I looked up from the script I was pretending to read, and there she was, leaning against the doorframe of the conference room, a slow smile playing on her lips.

"Nadia," I said, my voice coming out rougher than I intended.

"Marcus." She stepped inside, letting the door click shut behind her. "The casting director said you'd be here late. Thought I'd drop by and say hello."

"No audition scheduled for you tonight."

"No." She walked toward me, her heels clicking on the polished floor. "Not for a role. For old times' sake."

She stopped in front of the table, close enough that I could see the pulse beating in her throat. Her blouse was unbuttoned one button too many, revealing the lace edge of her bra. I remembered the way she tasted, the sounds she made, the way she'd dig her nails into my back.

"Been a while, Nadia."

"Too long." She reached out and took the script from my hands, tossing it aside. "I've missed you, Marcus. Missed your hands."

My cock stirred, thickening against my zipper. She noticed, her eyes dropping, that smile widening.

"Still got that effect on you, huh?"

"You know you do." I stood up, closing the distance between us. "Always did."

She reached down, her fingers brushing over the bulge in my pants. "Then let's not waste time."

I grabbed her waist, pulling her against me, my mouth finding hers. She tasted like coffee and mint, and she moaned into the kiss, her hands fisting in my shirt. I walked her backward until her ass hit the edge of the conference table, and I lifted her onto it, her skirt riding up her thighs.

"Fuck, I've missed this," she breathed against my lips.

"Missed you." I pushed her skirt higher, finding her already wet through her panties. "You're soaked, Nadia."

"Been thinking about this all day." She bit her lip as I slid her panties aside, my fingers finding her slick folds. "Thinking about your fingers inside me."

I circled her clit with my thumb, and she gasped, her head falling back.

"Like that?"

"Yes—fuck—don't stop."

I pushed two fingers inside her, feeling her clench around me. She was tight, hot, and so wet I could hear it. I worked her slowly, curling my fingers, watching her face contort with pleasure.

"More," she begged. "I need more."

I pulled my fingers out, bringing them to my mouth, tasting her on my tongue. She watched me, eyes dark with lust.

"Get your cock out, Marcus."

I didn't need to be told twice. I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants, and freed my dick. It was hard, leaking, the tip glistening in the dim light. Nadia spread her legs wider, her panties still pushed aside, her pussy open and inviting.

"Put it in," she whispered. "Fuck me on this table."

I lined myself up and thrust into her in one smooth motion. She cried out, her nails digging into the table's edge, her back arching. She was so tight around me, so hot, and I groaned as I bottomed out inside her.

"God, you feel incredible," I said, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in.

"Yes—fuck—just like that."

I set a rhythm, hard and fast, the table creaking beneath us. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper. I grabbed her hips, angling her, hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars.

"Right there," she moaned. "Don't you dare stop."

I didn't. I fucked her harder, my balls slapping against her ass, the sound obscene in the empty office. Her head fell back, her mouth open, gasping with every thrust.

"I'm close," she panted. "So fucking close."

"Cum for me, Nadia. Let me feel you."

She came with a cry, her body shuddering, her pussy clenching around me like a fist. I kept thrusting through her orgasm, chasing my own. She was still trembling when I pulled out, spinning her around so her chest hit the table.

"Bend over," I commanded.

She obeyed, arching her back, presenting her ass to me. I grabbed her hips and slammed back inside her, both of us groaning at the sensation. This angle was deeper, tighter, and I fucked her with abandon, my fingers digging into her flesh.

"Harder," she begged, her voice muffled against the table. "Please, Marcus."

I slapped her ass, the sound sharp in the quiet room. She moaned, pushing back against me.

"Tell me how much you want it."

"I want your cock," she said, breathless. "I want you to fill me up. I want to feel you cum inside me."

That did it. I drove into her, my rhythm becoming frantic, my balls tightening. She was trembling beneath me, her fingernails scratching the table.

"Cum in me," she gasped. "Please—I need it."

I came with a groan, my hips jerking as I emptied myself inside her, feeling her clench around me as she came again. For a moment, we both just stood there, panting, the silence filled with the sound of our ragged breathing.

I pulled out slowly, my cum leaking from her, and she turned to face me, her cheeks flushed, her eyes soft.

"Jesus," she breathed. "That was..."

"Exactly what we needed." I tucked myself back into my pants, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. "I've missed this. Missed you."

"Me too." She smiled, reaching up to touch my cheek. "Maybe we could do this again sometime. Not in a conference room, though."

"My place?"

"Your place." She slid off the table, adjusting her skirt, her legs slightly shaky. "But first, I think I need a drink."

"I know a place."

We walked out together, her hand in mine, leaving the empty office behind. The scent of her perfume lingered in the air, but this time, it smelled like a beginning, not an ending.

CATEGORIES: [Actress, Office, Ex-Girlfriend, Just the Two of Us, Passionate Sex]