Chapter 2: The Order, The Temptation, The First Push
Peter sat at his desk, fingers hovering over the keyboard, but the numbers on his screen blurred into meaningless shapes. His mind kept replaying the way Leana’s thighs had strained against her skirt yesterday, the soft jiggle of her belly when she laughed. He shifted in his chair, his cock already half-hard just from the memory of her scent—vanilla and something richer, something hungry.
The air shifted before he even saw her. That perfume again, warm and sweet, wrapping around him like an invitation. He looked up, and there she was, leaning against his desk, her hips pressing into the edge, the fabric of her dress stretched tight over the curve of her stomach.
"Hey," she said, breathless, like she’d hurried over. "Got a minute?"
His pulse kicked up. "For you? Always."
She bit her lip, glancing at the chair beside him. "I need some help ordering lunch."
He watched, transfixed, as she lowered herself into the seat, her ass spreading against the cushion, her thighs pressing together with a soft, fleshy sound. The chair creaked under her weight, and Peter’s mouth went dry.
"What are you in the mood for?" he asked, voice rougher than he meant it to be.
Leana pulled out her phone, her fingers tapping eagerly at the screen. "I'm starving," she admitted, her dark eyes scanning the menus with a ravenous gleam.
Peter leaned in, close enough to catch the faint scent of her shampoo, the warmth of her skin. "Any ideas?"
She hesitated, thumb hovering over a salad option. "Maybe something healthy?" she murmured, but the way her stomach growled gave her away.
Peter smirked. "Come on. You had a salad yesterday. Live a little."
She laughed, the sound rich and full, her belly shaking with it. "Easy for you to say, Mr. Salad-for-Lunch."
He nudged her knee with his, letting his fingers brush her thigh. "What about that burger place down the street? They have those amazing milkshakes."
Her breath hitched. "Oh god," she moaned, her voice dripping with want. "I forgot about those milkshakes."
He watched, heart pounding, as she scrolled, her finger lingering on the "Triple Threat Burger"—bacon, cheese, onion rings, a heart attack on a bun. She bit her lip, then added chili cheese fries and a chocolate fudge milkshake to the cart.
Peter’s cock throbbed. He couldn’t wait to watch her eat it all, to see her lips wrap around that straw, to hear the wet, greedy sounds as she sucked down every last drop.
This was only the beginning.
Leana's phone screen glowed with the obscenely large order—three burgers, two sides of fries, onion rings, mac and cheese, and that thick chocolate milkshake. Peter's cock twitched as he imagined her struggling to finish it all, her belly straining against her dress.
"You're going all out, huh?" Peter said, his gaze lingering on the overflowing cart.
Leana flushed, but her eyes sparkled with defiance. "I deserve it," she purred, licking her lips. "Besides, you're enabling me."
"Guilty." Peter grinned, leaning closer. "But I'm just looking out for your...well-being." He let the words hang between them, watching her pupils dilate.
She laughed, that rich, throaty sound that made his jeans tighten. "My well-being? Or your...enjoyment?"
"Both, baby." His hand found her thigh under the desk, squeezing the soft flesh. "Definitely both."
A shiver ran through her. She glanced around the office, suddenly aware of how close they were. "Okay, okay," she breathed, cheeks flushed. "Karen is already giving us the side-eye."
Peter reluctantly pulled back, but his eyes stayed locked on hers. "Right. Lunch. Anything else to add to that...modest order?" "Hmm...maybe onion rings? And mac and cheese?" She smirked. "For balance."
"You're insatiable," he groaned, imagining her stuffed full, moaning as she unbuttoned her pants.
Leana giggled, licking a smear of chocolate from her fingers. "You have no idea."
The scent of grease and melted cheese filled the air as she unwrapped the first burger, her teeth sinking into the soft bun with a wet crunch.
Peter's cock strained against his zipper as he watched juices drip down her chin.
She caught his stare and winked, deliberately sucking the sauce from her thumb with a loud pop.
"Fuck," he muttered under his breath.
Leana moaned around a mouthful of beef and bacon, her eyes rolling back. "So fucking good."
Her belly pressed against the desk as she leaned forward, the fabric of her dress stretching tight.
Peter could see the outline of her belly button through the material, the soft swell of her stomach begging to be touched.
He reached out without thinking, his fingers brushing the warm curve.
Leana froze, her lips slick with grease.
For a heartbeat, neither moved.
Then she arched into his touch, a needy whimper escaping her throat.
"More," she breathed, shoving another handful of fries into her mouth.
Peter groaned, palming her belly through the fabric.
He could feel the heat of her skin, the way her stomach rounded under his hand.
Leana moaned, grinding against the chair as she ate.
"Look at you," Peter growled, squeezing the soft flesh.
So fucking perfect.
She was panting now, her thighs slick with arousal.
The milkshake straw bobbed between her lips as she sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing.
Peter's fingers dug into her hips, pulling her closer.
He needed to taste her.
Now.
Leana gasped as he yanked her onto his lap, her ass pressing against his erection.
"Someone might see," she whispered, even as she rocked against him.
"Let them," Peter growled, biting her neck.
Her dress rode up, exposing the soft swell of her thighs.
He slid a hand between her legs, groaning at the wet heat he found there.
"Soaked already," he murmured, rubbing slow circles over her clit.
Leana whimpered, her hips jerking.
"Please," she begged, her voice wrecked.
Peter smirked, watching her squirm.
"Finish your lunch first."
Leana groaned, but obediently grabbed the burger, taking an obscenely large bite.
Juices dripped down her chin as she chewed, her eyes locked on his.
Peter slid
ana whimpered, tilting her head back to give him better access. "Fuck, Peter," she moaned, her voice thick with lust. "I want you so bad." Her hips jerked against his hand, desperate for more friction. "Please—"
He nipped at her earlobe, whis
peing, "Not yet. Keep eating."
Leana groaned but obeyed, taking another messy bite of the burger. Grease smeared across her lips as she chewed, her belly pressing into Peter's palm with each swallow. He could feel the food settling inside her, the slight distension making her even softer under his touch.
Peter slid his hand higher, his fingers now kneading the soft curve of her belly beneath her dress. The fabric stretched tight over her stomach, warm from her body heat. He could feel every breath she took, every slight tremble as his fingers dug into the yielding flesh.
Leana shuddered, her grip tightening on the burger as she continued to chew, her eyes half-closed in a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment. A soft whimper escaped her lips when Peter's thumb found the sensitive spot just below her belly button. "Oh god," she breathed around a mouthful of food.
He rubbed his thumb in slow circles against her stomach, feeling the slight swell of her lower belly, the warmth radiating through the fabric. Her skin was impossibly soft there, giving way under his touch like warm dough. The faint gurgle of digestion only made him harder.
"You feel so good," he murmured against her ear, his breath hot against her skin. His fingers traced the curve where her belly met her hips, squeezing gently. "So fucking perfect like this."
Leana swallowed hard, her cheeks flushed. "Stop it," she whispered, but her hips subtly grinded against his hand. The protest was weak at best—her body betrayed her, pressing into his touch like a cat begging for more.
Peter ignored her protest, his fingers now tracing the outline of her belly button, teasing the sensitive skin around it. He could feel her muscles tense and release under his touch, her breathing growing uneven. The tip of his finger dipped just inside the shallow dip, making her gasp.
He could feel the slight tremble in her body as he contin
Peter slid his hand down, cupping her ass cheek through her dress. The soft, fleshy curve filled his palm, warm and yielding. He squeezed gently, feeling the muscle
tense beneath his touch. "Almost done?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble against her ear. His fingers dug into the plush flesh, kneading slow circles that made her squirm. Leana's breath hitched when his thumb brushed the sensitive crease where thigh met ass.
Leana groaned, taking another bite of the burger, her eyes glazed over with a mixture of lust and gluttony. "Mmmph," she mumbled, swallowing hard. "Almost." She took a long pull of the milkshake, the straw gurgling loudly as she emptied the cup. Grease glistened on her chin when she turned to him, lips parted around the straw. The wet sucking sounds sent blood rushing straight to Peter's cock.
Peter's fingers dug deeper into her ass, pulling her closer against his hard-on. He could feel her wetness seeping through her panties, the heat radiating through the fabric. "Good girl," he whispered, his lips brushing against her neck. His other hand slid up her thigh, fingertips tracing the damp outline of her panties. "Fuck, you're soaked already."
Leana shuddered, dropping the burger onto the desk with a greasy thud. She turned her head, her eyes locking with Peter's. "Okay," she breathed, her voice thick with desire. "I'm done." Her stomach gurgled loudly as she shifted, the sound making Peter groan. She reached back, grabbing his wrist and guiding his hand to the swollen curve of her belly. "Feel how full I am?"
Peter smirked, his fingers now tracing the outline of her belly beneath her dress. He could feel the slight swell of her lower belly, the warmth radiating through the fabric. The faint gurgle of digestion only made him harder. "Christ, you're fucking gorgeous like this," he growled, kneading the soft flesh. His cock throbbed when her stomach pressed back against his palm.
He slid his hand under her dress, his fingers finding the soft, yielding flesh of her stomach. He began to knead gently, feeling the slight jiggle beneath his touch. "So soft," he murmured, his voice dripping with lust. Leana whimpered when he pressed deeper, his fingers sinking into the warm give of her overstuffed belly. "Could eat you up," he growled against her neck.
Leana moaned, arching her back as Peter's fingers dug deeper into her belly. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the pleasure. "Oh god, Peter," she breathed, her voice ragged. "That feels so good." Her hips rocked forward, grinding her soaked panties against his thigh. "Need you to touch me everywhere."
Peter's fingers explored the soft expanse of her belly, tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips. He squeezed gently, feeling the soft flesh yield beneath his touch. "You're so fucking perfect," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. His other hand slid between her thighs, fingers dipping beneath the soaked fabric. "So wet for me already."
He pulled her closer, his hands now cuppin