Emily obeys her rules

Kevin's phone clattered onto the desk as Emily's thighs clenched around his hips, her wet heat hovering just above his throbbing cock. His wife's tinny voice still echoed from the speaker—"Kevin? Are you—"—before he blindly swiped the device onto silent, his other hand gripping Emily's waist hard enough to leave marks.

"You're killing me," he ground out, hips jerking upward instinctively. The head of his cock caught at her entrance, the slick pressure making them both gasp—but Emily braced her hands against his shoulders at the last second, lifting herself just out of reach with a breathless laugh.

"Rules are rules, Mr. Manager," she murmured, rocking forward just enough to smear his precum between them in a torturous glide. Her nails scraped down his chest as she leaned in, her nipples brushing his skin. "No penetration means no cheating." She punctuated the statement with a slow roll of her hips that dragged his cock through her slick folds without breaching her.

Kevin's head thudded back against the chair with a groan, his fingers digging into her thighs. "Christ, Emily—" His protest dissolved into a ragged moan when she rose fully off his lap, leaving his cock bobbing against his stomach, flushed and leaking.

Emily stepped back with deliberate slowness, her gaze raking over his disheveled state—tie undone, slacks pooled around his ankles, erection jutting upward in **** need. She bit her lip as she bent to retrieve her blouse from the chair, the movement putting her bare ass on full display inches from his face. "We have a pitch in," she glanced at her watch with exaggerated nonchalance, "forty-three minutes."

Kevin's fingers clamped around Emily's wrist as she turned toward the door, hauling her back against him with a growl that vibrated through both their bodies. "You can't fucking leave me like this," he hissed against her ear, his cock twitching against the small of her back where their skin stuck together with sweat and slick arousal. His free hand slid down her stomach, fingers splaying across her lower abdomen as he tried to press her backward onto his lap—but Emily braced her palms against his thighs at the last second, her elbows locking to maintain that maddening half-inch of space between them.

"Watch me," she breathed, even as her thighs trembled where she straddled him. Kevin groaned when she rocked forward just enough for the head of his cock to catch at her entrance, her wet heat taunting him with the barest pressure before she lifted away again. His hips jerked upward instinctively, seeking friction, but Emily twisted to the side with infuriating grace, leaving him thrusting into empty air.

"You're a fucking tease," Kevin snarled, gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises as he tried to maneuver her into position again. Emily's laugh dissolved into a gasp when he managed to drag her down far enough for his cock to notch against her, the tip pressing insistently at her entrance. For one dizzying second, he thought she might relent—her inner muscles fluttered around nothing, her breath coming in shallow pants—but then her nails bit into his shoulders as she arched away, denying him with a shake of her head that sent her hair cascading over one shoulder.

"Uh-uh," Emily murmured, her voice thick with arousal even as she denied him. She rolled her hips in a slow circle that dragged his length through her slick folds without penetration, the torturous friction drawing a ragged groan from Kevin's chest. Precum smeared between them in glistening streaks, mixing with her arousal until the scent of sex hung heavy in the air-conditioned room. "Told you—" Her words cut off with a whimper when Kevin's thumb found her clit, circling the swollen bud with just enough pressure to make her thighs clamp around his hips. "Rules are—ah—rules."