“Everywhere,” he said roughly, backing her against the banister. He stepped close enough to feel the heat of her body,nudging her legs apart with his thigh, and taking her hands firmly in his.
Thesnickof steel closing around her wrists echoed in the house.
Her lips parted on a gasp, her breasts rising sharply, and fuck if that didn’t go straight to his cock. His mouth curved slowly. His good girl was turned on.
He tested the hold—firm, secure, but not tight enough to hurt her. Just enough to keep her where he wanted her after a week of ducking his calls, dodging him, and making him crazy.
He lifted her arms above her head and hooked them over the banister. The position arched her back, thrusting her breasts out. He shoved down the neckline of her dress with his hand and caught her tight nipple lightly in his teeth. She tipped her head back against the wall and closed her eyes with a groan.
Pinned like this, she couldn’t cling to him, couldn’t grab hold. She had no choice but to let him touch her. Let him kiss her. And Jesus, she looked gorgeous restrained like this, trembling and open to him. Molten-hot desire clenched his belly, surging through his body.
“Perfect,” he growled, crowding her closer, his mouth already searching for hers again.
“Rush,” she whispered, flexing her arms and testing the hold.
“Yeah, angel,” he muttered against her throat, biting and sucking the sensitive skin there. “You’re not going anywhere.”
He slid a hand down, fisting her dress and dragging it high over her thighs. Satin bunched at her waist, baring smooth, pale skin and the thin strip of lace barely covering her. He lifted her leg over his hip. The wet heat of her pussy pressed right against the ache straining his zipper, and he nearly came in his pants. Thank fuck she was ready.
“Fucking soaked.” He pushed two fingers into her,using his thumb to circle her clit until her head dropped back and her hips bucked against his hand. He kept the pressure on her hard little clit just relentless enough to make her gasp again. Groaning, she closed her eyes and tipped her head back. “You like being tied up, don’t you? Say it,” he said roughly.
Her eyes flew open, green fire burning into his. “Yes,” she gasped. Her voice broke as he thrust into her again, curling his fingers against the sensitive places inside until she cried out, “God, yes. I love it.”
The admission snapped what little restraint he had left.
“Fuck, Lily,” he groaned. “I can’t wait, darlin’. I need to be inside your tight little pussy.”
“Yes, now, please,” she begged. With her arms cuffed above her head, she had no choice but to let him take control.
“Lock your legs around me,” he grunted. Using his body to pin her in place, he shoved her thong aside, yanked at his belt with one hand, unzipped just far enough to free his cock, notched the blunt head to her cleft, and pushed inside her in one bold thrust.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she chanted in that breathy way of hers that made him want to lick her up.
“Look at me, Lily.” He braced one hand on the rail above her head, the other gripping her ass, using her bound body to take him as deep as he needed.
“Do you know what you’ve been doing to me?” he growled, thrusting up and grinding against her clit before pulling back. “Ducking me.” Another thrust. She moaned. “Running every time I get close.” Thrust. Thrust. Grind. “I’ve been losing my goddamn mind wanting you.” He gripped her, keeping her exactly where he wanted her, using his hips to keep her slick and swollen pussy spread open for him, as he ground against her.
“Ohh,” she whimpered. Her pussy fluttered,her tell. She tried to push down on him, chasing her orgasm, but he tightened his grip on her ass, using his body to control hers.
“No,” he said, low and rough near her ear. “Don’t you dare come yet. I’m not done fucking you.”
“Oh,” she cried out, squeezing her strong dancer’s legs around him, bouncing herself harder on his cock.
He felt her inner muscles clench around him, grasping at him, and nearly lost it right then. She was hot, slick, tight as sin, gripping him like she was made for him. He set a steady pace, driving into her deeper, harder, faster while she arched in the cuffs. Sweat gathered near her hairline, and he licked it, tasting salty, sweet, perfect woman.
Fucking Lily—her soft, pleading cries in his ear—was the only thing anchoring him. Every moan she gave him cut through the roar in his head like a lifeline. When she gasped louder, a high-pitched, shuddering sound that punched straight into his gut, he shifted his angle, chasing the needy little noise he craved.
For a few blessed moments, he escaped. There was no canal, no failure, no guilt when he was inside Lily. It was just the two of them. There was no finesse, but they had gone past that point in his truck. She was slippery wet, pulling him into her so tight he couldn’t be anywhere but this moment, right now.
His Lily, gasping his name with that faint, breathy sound that he knew meant she was close to coming.
Fuck, he wanted to make her come. He needed it.
“Christ, Lily—you have the greediest pussy. My sweet girl’s cunt was made just for me.” He didn’t know what the fuck he was saying, but he couldn’t seem to stop talking.
His breath came raggedly. He didn’t just want her—he needed her, needed to bury himself so deep he’d forget every dark thought that had haunted him for the last year. It was hot and fast, consuming them both because if he stopped, she would see who he really was.
He thought he might die if she ever stopped looking at him like she did now.
