For a handful of seconds, I lose all track of reality.
He is big. Huge. Even through his pants, I feel the heft of him. I got a hint of it in the kitchen and then up against the club door, but this position is forcing me to face the fact that it would absolutely be a struggle to get him inside me.
That shouldn’t be so exciting.
“Your ass is beautiful,” he whispers, kneading with one hand before the other joins in. Kneading, kneading, and pressing with his hips, and then the kneading hands hold me open, and his still-clothed cock is right there between my ass cheeks, and I groan, the sound loud, even with the paper in my mouth.
“No. No, sweetheart, you can’t make noise or we’ll have to stop. You know that, right?”
I nod, frantic to make him understand.
“Good. Good. Now let me play.”
He pumps his hips in a very good imitation of sex, pressing his weight into me, his hands keeping my ass open to him, and I’m in a weird, hovering sort of shock about it all until he says, “Can’t stop thinking about this. Constantly.”
This? Which part? I mean, is this a scene he’s pictured before? Because yeah, I mean, I literally pictured him spanking me over the desk, so my fantasies were pretty accurate, actually.
But the part where he makes me feel like I’m giving up more of myself than I’ve ever done in bed before… that part’s new. There’s a vulnerability to it that’s somehow intimidating and unbearably sexy.
Out in the lobby, a door slams.
We both go still.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Grant
IWAIT THROUGH THEsound of footsteps. The exterior door beeping open and closing again.
The plan was to turn Sunny into a quivering mess. Thatwasthe plan. The second I sink to my knees and look at her pussy, I’m obliged to concede that the plan is flawed.
“Fuck,” I hear myself whisper, enthralled. “You smell so goddamn good. Need to taste you.”
She makes a little sound of protest. Adon’t look at mesound. A sound that says she likes it and she wants it but she’s maybe never had it like this before. Like a sex goddess, the center of the world.
“Look at it. All wet like that.” My thumb strokes lightly down her soaking middle, opening her up to my view. “So fucking soft.” I’ve got no choice but to push her wide and dive in, face-first.
Big, big mistake. Because the taste of this woman’s pussy, on a scale of one to sell your soul to the devil, is beyond infinity. I’m a man possessed, driven by a need that’s insatiable.
It should freak me out, but that’s the thing about the best/worst mistakes. When you’re in the depths of one, it feels so goddamn good that you don’t care how wrong it is.
So, yeah, that’s where I am. Halfway to perdition. And fucking glad to be there.
Instead of slow-build seduction, I’ve gone straight to growling, open-mouthed feast. “Been dying for this,” I mutter, forcing myself to pull back and stare at how much pinker she’s gone in the last few seconds.
A second later, I dive back in, give her my tongue, my nose, and, hell yes, nip her with my teeth. She’s bucking toward me like she wants more. Like she’s close.
With effort, I give my hand space to slide in and explore her slickness with my knuckles and then stroke her open, gently, like she’s made of soft petals, and what the hell is happening? I’ve never once thought of flowers when I’ve done this.
“You’ll be quiet when you come all over my face, Sunny,” I say, my voice low and gruff, even to my own ears. “If I let you come.”
She whimpers, and I immediately make myself stop.
“I said not to make any noise, you little brat. You got that?” I stand up behind her, not touching. “Can’t stop thinking of how good it would feel to slide inside you.”
Her groan tells me she likes the idea.
“Not today, Sunny.” Her whimper makes me laugh, low and wicked. “No. You’ll have to wait for that.”
