I accepted his hand and let him pull me to my feet, not surprised at all when his arm wrapped around my back. Without thinking, I leaned in, letting my palms slide over his amazing chest. That just made his smile turn a little softer and a whole lot sweeter.
"Now I just have to figure out how to seduce you," he said softly.
"Oh, you are doing a very good job," I assured him.
From around my back, his arm moved up to toy with my hair. "Yeah? You know Faith's in bed, right? Ash is talking to Luke, explaining why I had to see this guy again, because I didn't do so good. Means I'm shit at my job, I guess."
"Too close to the subject," I corrected. "When you tell Luke you don't want the guy back, he worries it's a lie. When Ash says it, it feels a little more reassuring."
"Mm, almost like second place, huh?" But he didn't sound upset. Instead, his voice was a little deeper and it vibrated through his chest and into mine.
"Just like that," I agreed, lifting my chin, hoping he'd kiss me.
That was all he needed. Cy bent, and his lips brushed mine so lightly. The next caress of our mouths was a little deeper, then deeper still. My lips parted and he was right there, exploring my mouth even as he turned us just a bit. His hands continued to move. His tongue swirled with mine, but it wasn't frenzied. This was soft, gentle, and filled with love.
"It was always you," he breathed, moving his kisses to the side of my neck. "Both of you." Then down. "I guess all three of you, since Luke was always a part of us in a way." Then he kissed the hollow at the base of my throat. "And I don't regret it at all."
As his mouth moved down to my sternum, I eased my hands between us and popped open the button on my shorts. His breath caught, his eyes met mine, and then he leaned back to yank off his shirt. Miles of hard, smooth muscles begged for me to reach for them, but I had to get my shorts off first.
Shoving those to the ground, I shimmied out of my panties next, before pulling my shirt over my head. Cy's eyes raked over my body when I reached back to release my bra, but the moment the cloth was gone, he moved in.
"Damn, you're gorgeous." Then his hands found my waist and he lifted.
My ass landed on the edge of the desk. I opened my legs, inviting him closer, but he was working his pants open. A devious little smirk curled one side of his mouth when he pushed the denim down. My eyes followed, watching as bare skin was revealed, and then his dick sprang free, all but begging me to reach for it.
"You gotta be quiet," he warned as he moved closer.
Reaching behind me, I swiped my books and papers out of the way, then braced against the cleared surface. "So do you. Stop overthinking, Cyan."
Immediately, his mouth was back on mine, and the man let his hands roam. He toyed with my breasts, flicking both nipples. I gasped, but that just made him reach down between my legs. The moment his fingers slid across me, he groaned, finding me wet and ready. I wanted him. I needed him, right here and right now.
"Fuck foreplay," he grumbled, grabbing himself to line his dick up.
Then he was pushing in, and I loved it. The feel of stretching around him. The mass of the man leaning over me. The sound of his breath as it rushed out in pleasure. Oh, I loved all of it. My leg wrapped around his ass, the other locked behind his thigh, and I made it clear exactly what he should be doing: thrusting.
One hard pump buried him inside me, and I arched into it. He growled something under his breath and did it again, grabbing my hip to keep me from sliding back. Nothing about what we were doing was beautiful or elegant. It was pure contact, and I didn't mind at all. His mouth found my neck, the side of my face, and my lips, but his hips never stopped moving.
So I pushed back, bucking into every movement he made. I had to use my arms to help. One wrapped around his neck. The other was pressed behind me on the desk, but it was enough. I wanted to feel him, to have him, and more than all of that, to claim this amazing man as mine.
Because he was. As our bodies rocked together, I knew that was nothing more than the truth. He'd always been mine, just as much as Ash. I'd never noticed, had taken it for granted - but no more. I would step back if I had to so that he'd find his own happiness. I loved him enough to want him to have the entire world.
I lovedhim. Our bodies rocked together, moving in perfect harmony, but it was my heart that made it feel so good. This wasn't just a fuck. This meant so much more than a moment of carnal passion. This was us, with all of our flaws and baggage somehow fitting together seamlessly. With our bodies crushed together, we worried about none of it.
And the words fell from my lips. "I love you, Cy."
"God, baby," he panted, thrusting a little harder. "Fuck, I love you too."
Like those words released something inside him, Cy stopped playing nice. He moved his other hand so he both grabbed my hips, and then he lifted, pulling me against him like I was some toy here to please him, and it felt so good. Every inch of him slid through my body, driving me higher. His hips ground against my pussy, tormenting my clit in the best way, and I could barely catch my breath. I also didn't want him to stop.
The room was silent, except for the rush of air as we both tried to breathe and the jangle of his pants as they slowly fell lower, pooling around his ankles even as he continued to pump into me. Then the man bent to catch my breast in his mouth and I could think about nothing else.
The feel of his tongue flicking over my aching nipple, the suction of his lips, the pounding of his body into mine. I gave myself over to it, letting everything else go away. Time didn't matter. All the tasks waiting for me to finish became unimportant. I just wanted to feel him, to drive him wild the way he was tormenting me. My walls were clenching, milking him, and Cy groaned, shoving his face against my neck.
"So good," he panted. "Baby..."
I knew what he meant. I could feel him swelling, but I was right there with him, so I rolled my hips, getting that extra bit of sensation, and it was all I needed. My fingers clawed at the back of his neck. My breath caught. At the exact same moment, we both felt it, and my eyes jerked open to find his right there waiting.
I came hard, staring into his eyes as he joined me.
