I nodded, stepping forward slowly. “I won’t go easy on you.”
“I don’t want you to,” he said, looking up as I straddled him on the chair. “We’ll challenge each other in our respective fields. You, professionally. Me, sexually.”
My breath left my chest with the weakness his words exerted on me. That, and his hard length beneath me, had me rocking on his lap.
“I just want to fuck you,” he said and brushed a strand of honey hair behind my ear. “All the time. Every time I see you. It’s exhausting.”
“Aw,” I said, running a gentle touch down his jaw and positioning myself over his cock. “You too tired to put those words into action now?”
“No,” he said and kissed my neck. His harsh breaths under my ear made my whole body tingle as I rocked on him.
One of his hands on my hips guided me, speeding me up as he kissed me while he shoved my panties to the side. Blinded by the kiss, we both reached down to pull at his boxers with needy,grabbyhands.
Free from the material restraint, I slid my pussy up and down him, coating him in my arousal, angling myself for my clit to run along him.
“Ride me,” he ordered against my mouth. “If you want me to fuck you hard, you’ll have to earn it.”
He could be my maître all he liked. I could be a good sub. Or—
“How badly do you want this, hmm?” I asked, circling my hips, the head of his cock edging my entrance and coming with me for the ride.
“So fucking bad,” he breathed. “Livid, don’t be a tease.”
“Will you punish me for it later,maître?”
He nipped at my bottom lip and used it to pull me closer to him, my chest against his.
“Let me fucking have you,” he pleaded. “My cock is throbbing, Olivia.” He stroked up my sides. “I’ve missed you so badly.”
“You can have my pussy,” I said before pressing a small kiss to his mouth, “if you cancel that brand deal.”
His head fell back against the chair and I kissed down his neck, sinking down onto his cock. Less than an inch.
He groaned as if in actual pain.
“You can do whatever you want,” I moaned as he reached between us for my clit. “If you cancel that brand deal.”
He swallowed.
“But not until you agree.”
“Deal.” Hands on my hips, he pulled me down on his cock, stretching me wide. My gasp was muffled by his ravenous mouth as he kissed me.
Eyes closed as I ground against him, I was careful to hold onto the arms of the chair instead of him. His hands roamed my torso, pulled at my nipples, circled my clit.
“I want to fucking own you, Livid,” he grunted. “I want your pussy to clench at the thought of me, I want to own your fucking thoughts, be all you think of.”
“Mmm,” I moaned, too lost in the perfect rhythm between us to have the energy for words, to have the attention span.
Everything was just his touch, his warmth, his hard cock.
“I want to consume you as you have me.”
I’d never been desperate for anyone with as little foreplay as with Nix. But my body had been ready, wet for him as soon as I’d seen him naked in the bathroom.
“Nix,” I cried as he ran his tongue up my throat.
“Don’t be gentle with me,monenvie,” he begged, grabbing my hands to intertwine them around his neck. “Use me as you wish.”
