She blinks and for that moment I think she will be the reasonable one, the one to stop all this. But instead she leans forward, a smile curling up one side of her mouth, her breath tickling my collarbone. “I hope you fuck better than you order coffee,” she says, her voice teasing and light like I’ve never heard it before, and bites my neck.
She is a kaleidoscope. Constantly showing me a new version of herself, and each one blows my mind.
She can insult my coffee-ordering skills for the rest of my life as long as she bites me again. She licks the spot she bit, dragging her tongue to the stubble at my jaw.
My arousal pulses everywhere, in my cock, my thighs. In the straining of my abdomen, the tension in my back. My arousal lives in my fucking teeth. I press my hand to the center of her chest, pushing her back onto the desk, spreading her legs farther apart.
“Say it again,” I say hoarsely. “I need you to say it again.”
Her eyes dart between mine. “I want you to fuck me, Wesley. Now.”
I take myself in hand, and push into her. She arches, gasps. My heart slows to a singular thud. I might die. I’d be okay with that.
I’ve never felt anything like this before, this acute heat. Her body pulls at me, sucks me in.
Her lips, glistening and swollen, stretch around me. I want to make her feel what I’m feeling. So taut she can’t speak at all for fear of coming. Her hands tighten on my biceps as she kisses me, her tongue tracing the seam of my mouth, her teeth biting.
I pull away, thrusting slower and then hard again. “Good enough?” I growl.
But I really want to know: am I good enough for her? Good enough she’ll let me do this again and again?
Her hands scratch beneath my shirt. She feels so good it’s painful. I clench my teeth against the orgasm that tingles at the base of my spine.
I have never fucked like this before. This rough. This raw. I am wild for her, my heart close to stopping, my skin straining for hers. I know I need to slow down,calm down, make it good for her. So far I think she’s gotten by on the thrill, of something new and secret, something left unfinished.
But if I come before she does I can never show my face here again. I’ll have to quit my job. I’ll have to leave Boston.
It’s as if she’stryingto make me come faster than the speed of light. Her sounds, the way her tits bounce every single time I hit the end of her, the hunger in her eyes, the heat in her palm against my chest. Holding back physically hurts but my god, I never want it to stop.
I rub her clit in tight circles. Leave small biting kisses around her nipples. Gripping her thigh. I don’t want to leave my fingerprints behind on her skin but I can’t let go.
I can’t.
She wraps her legs around my ass. “Harder,” she commands, just loud enough to be heard over the sound of the rhythmic slap of our bodies.
I cup her cheek in my hand, holding my finger over her mouth. For a heartbeat, I’m distracted by how soft, how plump her lower lip is against the pad of my thumb.
She moans again, and I whisper, my heart in my throat, “Someone might hear.”
Her eyes widen. The acknowledgment that we might not be alone, that we could get caught, feels like a fuse lit inside her. She tightens around me, her clit pulsing against my fingers. Her nails bite into my skin as she cries out against my hand.
I try to ride out her orgasm but I can’t hold myself back anymore.
There is only her warmth, her softness, the sound her pussy makes when I move within her, her nails in my skin. She wrings me dry as I empty myself inside of her.
I think I need a glass of water.
I breathe her in, my open mouth against the skin of her throat. Her dark hair halos her face. Her eyes droop into exhaustion. Her lips are pink and flushed from my mouth and stubble.Because of me.
Idid that to her.
The side of my mouth lifts as I press my lips to hers in a soft kiss, my breath blowing the hair off her face. She holds my cheek, keeping me there for a second longer. Her smile grows against my mouth. My whole body buzzes with the kind of exhaustion that only comes from being well used, and my heart won’t slow down yet but if she said we could fall asleep right here, I just might. I rest my forehead against hers and close my eyes.
Don’t say something stupid, I remind myself.Don’t.
“Wow.”
Damnit.
