“You haven’t even seen every single part of me.” I suck in a breath as his lips travel over my jaw, his tongue tracing a path down my neck.
Brian leans back, his eyes boring into mine, his cock hard against my stomach. “I think maybe we should change that.”
Arousal pools in my belly at the low timbre of his voice, the rasp in his tone, even as I wonder at the fact that this man—this gorgeous, accomplished, older man—wants me. Where’s a pillow to scream into when you need one? “Right now?”
Brian swallows hard, his eyes never leaving mine. “Olivia, there is nothing I would like more than to see every single partof you, have my hands on every inch of you, right now. But I only want to do what you want and only when you’re ready. We’re complicated, and I would never rush you. Rush this. It’s too important.”
This isn’t the first time Brian has said something to make me think that this thing between us isn’t new for him, and I wonder again what he means, but my clit throbs, need thrums in my veins, and my brain is a one-track mind that leads directly to him. “Now,” I say simply. “Right now.”
Brian’s eyes go dark and serious. Without a word, he grabs my hand and pulls me from the room. I register nothing but the feel of my hand in his and the pounding of my own heart until he tugs me into an empty office and closes the door, immediately pressing me against it and sealing his mouth over mine. The kiss is hot and wet, all teeth and tongues and pure filth. Hands rove and tongues tangle and Brian groans when I slide my hands under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine.
“Fuck, Liv,” he mutters, grasping the bottom of my T-shirt and yanking it over my head, taking my bra with it. His hands cup my breasts, his thumbs rubbing over my nipples, plucking and teasing them into stiff peaks with his fingers as his mouth moves over mine and little licks of pleasure race down my spine. “Look at these pretty tits. They’re even more perfect than I dreamed. I can’t wait to have them in my mouth. To watch them bounce while you ride me. To make you hold them together while I slide my dick between them until I come all over your neck.”
I moan against his lips, my hips grinding against his, looking for friction to ease the ache between my legs at the image he painted. I want it. All of it. Right now.
Brian chuckles a little darkly. “You like the thought of that? You on your knees for me, my cock sliding between your tits? Ibet your pussy will be dripping for me while I fuck myself on you. I bet it’s dripping for me right now.”
“God, yes,” I mumble, hooking a leg over his hip and rocking against him, hissing when his cock hits my clit through my leggings.
Brian grunts, locking his hands around my waist and moving me against him. “I want you, Liv. I want you so fucking badly I can barely see straight. I can feel your hot pussy through your leggings. I can’t wait to feel it wrapped around my cock.”
“Have me,” I plead. “Please.”
Brian’s eyes flash, and before I register what’s happening, he drops to his knees, yanking my shoes off and shoving my leggings down. He tosses them away and drapes one of my legs over his shoulder, burying his face in my pussy and inhaling deeply. When he lets out a low groan, like the smell of me already has him on edge, I wonder if there has ever been a moment as hot as this one in the history of ever.
“Holy fuck,” Brian mutters, giving me a long, slow lick, swirling his tongue around my clit as pleasure hums in my veins. “The way you smell. The taste of you. I’ll never get enough of this pussy. So good. So fucking perfect.”
Sliding his hands around to grip my ass, Brian holds me to his mouth and devours me. Alternating between flicking my clit with his tongue and shoving his tongue so deeply inside me I see stars, Brian hurls me so close to the edge so fast, all I can do is dig my fingers into his hair, holding on for dear life as pleasure coils tightly in my belly.
“Oh my god,” I moan, riding his face as he pulls me even tighter against him, sealing his mouth over me.
“Not god, Liv,” Brian rasps, raking his teeth over my clit. “Just me, making sure that this pussy won’t come for anyone else ever again. Look at me,” he orders. “Eyes on me while I make this gorgeous cunt sing.”
I look down andholy fucking shit. Brian’s hair is wild from my hands, his pupils blown wide so only a thin circle of amber remains. His lips are puffy and wet with my arousal and the whole thing is inferno levels of hot. “Please,” I rasp out, my voice strained.
Brian flashes me one of his rare grins. “You’re so hot when you beg.”
Letting go of one of my hips, Brian slides two fingers inside me, curling them forward and hitting some spot that I didn’t know existed at the same time as he sucks hard on my clit, and I come like a supernova, my orgasm hitting me so hard and so fast that I would probably crumble straight to the floor if not for Brian’s hand anchoring me to the door and my fingers wound tightly into his hair. He sticks with me until the end, my hips rolling and writhing over his face until I’m a gasping, panting mess.
Lowering my foot from his shoulder, Brian stands quickly, scooping me off my feet and wrapping my legs around his waist, pressing my back to the door and our lips together. He slides his tongue inside my mouth to tangle with mine, and tasting myself on him has me pressing my heels into his ass, trying to pull him closer. “Needy girl,” he mutters against my lips, hips rocking slowly into me.
“For you,” I pant. “Needy for you. Need you inside me. Now.”
Brian pulls back, his eyes suddenly swimming with emotion as he glances around the office and back to me. “I’ve been waiting a long time for this,” he says quietly. “You deserve more than me fucking you against the door of an office at the football stadium. The first time I slide inside you should be in a bed, where I can spread you out and worship you the way you deserve.”
“How long?” I ask, leaning in and kissing a path up his neck.
He hisses out a breath. “How long what?”
I ease back so I can look at him. “You said you’ve been waiting for this for a long time. I was wondering exactly how long.”
Brian closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. When he opens them, he looks both resigned and determined, like he’s not sure if he should answer my question but he’s going to do it anyway. “About three years.”
My brain races to do math, which isn’t so easy when it’s basically liquid from the best orgasm of my life. Thinking maybe it’s weird to have this conversation while he’s still literally carrying me, I unwrap my legs from his body, dropping down until my feet are on the floor. I’m not sure if this is all that better considering I’m still entirely naked while he’s fully dressed, but before I can think too hard about that, Brian grabs my thighs and boosts me right back up, anchoring me to his body.
“No way, Liv. You stay here.”
A little thrill runs through me at the possession in his tone. I tilt my head to the side, studying him as I wind my arms around his neck, playing with the hair at his nape. “Here isn’t such a bad place to be. So…you want to tell me how it’s possible that you’ve been waiting for this for three years when I’ve only been living in Pittsburgh for two?”
