“Stay.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Layla
Sean is someone else entirely right now. One strong arm wraps around my waist, lifting me up and depositing me on the massage table.
My legs are pushed apart, and he settles between them, his arms caging me in on either side as his lips once again hover over mine, my body begging for his as he watches my quickened breathing with fascination. Heisactually going to fuck me right here in the massage room at my clinic with my boss just down the hall.
“I warned you,” he murmurs.
I can’t cry out, or risk attracting attention to what’s going on in here. I can’t move at all as he brings his mouth even closer.
“I wasn’t done,” he growls as his lips press to mine. This kiss is different from the first; it’s instantly all-consuming as his big hands move over my body in a way that makes me feel as though he’s been holding and kissing me forever. I reach my hands around to his upper back and rake my nails downward in a silent plea for him to stop before someone knocks on the door, but my body doesn’t want what my head does and, before I evenunderstand what’s happening, I’m tugging him even closer as I kiss him back. I’m half clinging to him, half clinging to my self-control, my sanity.
Sean slides his hands up and over my ribs to find my nipples hard and begging for his touch. He toys with one through my shirt and I whimper.
“I’m at work … I can’t … please,” I whisper, but it’s a pathetic attempt and he knows it.
A deep groan rolls through his chest as his lips move to my neck, my collarbone, then the shell of my ear.
“Then you better come fast and quiet, little dove. Your tight, needy pussy on my tongue is the consequence of making me lose control.”
Sean kisses me once more and I don’t care where we are, I just want him.
“And now, I’m not leaving here until I’m done eating.”
A shiver ripples through my whole body as he pinches my nipple, and his lips on mine grow urgent. Sean moves his tongue with mine in a steady pace that could make me come all on its own.
“My boss … my staff meeting,” I mutter, trying to get my words out, but I want him so badly … I grip him tighter in spite of myself.
The deviant glint returns to his eyes as he pushes against me, hard and ready. I moan and wrap my legs around him.
“I’myour boss,” he rasps. “And I’ll make you come in under a minute. You won’t be late.” His voice is lust-filled and I desperately want what he’s offering. Just to feel settled, just to take the edge off of whatever this is so I can think clearly again.
“One minute?” I ask breathlessly, trying to make sense of this in my mind. I angle my hips into him, searching for any sort of friction, and he wastes no time. Sean drops to his knees before me and pulls my pants off, tossing them to the floor beforepushing my cotton thong aside and pulling me closer to the edge of the table.
“Feel free to count if you like,” he offers with the cocky tone that normally pisses me off. Right now it’s only serving to make me grip his shoulders tighter, my head tipping back. There’s no stopping him now, as he presses his nose against my pussy and breathes me in, then makes atsk-ing sound.
“Imagine trying to run away when you’re this fucking soaked for me,” Sean muses as he runs one finger slowly through my wet slit and I brace my hands against the table for support. “You’re not fooling anyone by trying to escape, Layla. You’re just a desperate little slut for me, aren’t you?”
I look down at him, this steady bear of a man between my legs, looking up at me. He uses his free hand to spread me apart and he runs his tongue firmly through my slit, groaning into me, his eyes closing as he tastes me properly for the first time. I bite my lip to keep from crying out. I’m panting so hard I feel dizzy as my body quakes for him, and desire rolls through me with just this sight. I moan as he sucks my clit into his mouth and those eyes open, vibrant and light as he burrows his face deeper, watching me.
“Mmmm. Start counting in that pretty head.” He reaches up and clamps a hand over my mouth as he feasts on me in a way no one before him has. I do what he says and count.Ten, eleven, twelve …
I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I exist only for the pleasure his perfect mouth offers me. Even after just a few days I know him well enough to know that he won’t stop until he’s satisfied with himself. He can’t.Oh God … twenty-six … twenty-seven …
Sean is too good at this. I can’t keep up as he trades between licking, sucking and nipping at me. My legs shake, and in mere seconds I feel the orgasm ready to crash over me. His hand over my mouth grips tighter and angles my face downward. Myeyes meet his and he groans as his tongue laps against my clit.Forty-two …
“I want those eyes on me as you grind your desperate little cunt down on my tongue. Come now, Layla. Come for me, little slut,” is all he says, and something about those degrading words mixed with his worshipping gaze sends me over the edge.
My nails scratch at him, and his hand covering my mouth makes it hard to breathe as he sucks hard on my clit, his arm flexing as I rock my hips into him, riding his face.Fifty-three … fifty-four …
His tongue flicks over me, then he sucks my clit in again and I’m instantly done for. I cry out into his hand as I come, hard. My eyes flutter shut as waves of pleasure roll through me. I try to breathe as I scratch his shoulders so deeply it’s possible he’s bleeding.
When I open my eyes he’s still fixated on me, running his tongue through my sensitive center, smug and tasting everything I offer him.
“Such a good girl, doing just what you’re told.”
