I don’t plan to be another one of her forgettable schmucks. I’ve got one night to leave an impression on the woman in front of me. An impression so deep it never goes away. One corner of my mouth kicks up when I imagine all the ways I can get under this woman’s skin.
“Bar’s yours, Devon,” I bark at my brother over my shoulder before tilting my head to the back of the room. I snap across the bar, “That way.”
3
OLIVIA
Islide off the stool and follow Carter. I have no idea where we’re going and don’t care. Not since he mentioned all the ways he wants to have me.
God. His language alone has me dripping wet. Add in the X-rated images flashing through my mind and I’m soaking the crotch of my jeans, never mind my thong.
We hit the dark hallway that leads to the restrooms and I wonder if he plans to fuck me in the bathroom. I did want sex against a wall…
A shaft of disappointment hits when he bypasses the ladies, the gents, another door marked staff only, and keeps going. Is he taking me to a back alley? Before I can even finish the thought, he pushes open a door to the side of the exit I hadn’t seen in the darkness of the corridor and motions me in.
Stepping over the threshold, I find a large office. A big desk dominates the space, while a long couch covers the wall opposite it. Either of those would be?—
I don’t get a chance to finish the thought. In less than a heartbeat, Carter grabs my arm and spins me around, pressing me back against the wall, his mouth on mine.
His tongue thrusts between my lips, hot and demanding, and a moan slips up my throat as I open wider and answer his greedy strokes with my own.
He pins me to the wall with his mouth while his hands go to work on my jeans. The speed in which he has them undone and shoves a hand inside steals what little breath his hungry kiss hasn’t. He growls into my mouth when he hits slick wet heat that makes it easy for him to push his fingers deeper into my pussy.
Tearing his mouth from mine, he groans. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” His gaze drops and another groan leaves his lips. I’m powerless to do anything but copy his action and look down.
What I see has me sucking in a breath so sharp it stings and more liquid spilling from my body as my pussy contracts with need.
“Yeah, fucking hot, isn’t it? Watch while I fuck this juicy cunt with my fingers.”
He tests me with a fingertip, then drives two fingers deep while pressing my clit with his thumb. The combined assault pushes me to my toes with a muttered, “Oh God.”
“God’s not gonna save you, Princess.”
Setting a rhythm that has every nerve in my body firing, he strokes deep and presses. Slides out and circles. He repeats the motion faster and faster until I’m clutching his shoulders and panting for breath, little whimpers and moans falling from my lips.
I’m going to come. We’ve barely gotten started and I’m right on the edge.
“Yeah, that’s it. Let go for me. Soak my hand, Princess.”
His words are like a trigger, setting off an orgasm that robs me of breath and thought. My head drops back with a dull thud against the wall as pleasure so intense it hurts blasts through me. It goes on and on, leaving me shattered in the best way. I’ve never come so hard in my life.
And I’ve never gotten off this quickly. Never had anyone talk to me the way Carter does and I’m not ashamed to admit I like it.
I like it a lot.
When he pulls his hand free of my clenching pussy and shoves at my pants, he growls, “Get them off. I have to fuck you now.”
His voice sounds strained through gravel and even caught in a post-orgasm daze, I know his control is a thin thread, and in spite of my mind-shattering orgasm, he’s not the only one. Pushing at my jeans and thong, I’m desperate to get them off. Desperate to feel him inside me.
He lets go and steps back. “Finish stripping. I need a condom.”
His commanding words snap me out of my lust haze and I remember who’s supposed to be in charge of this encounter. Reaching into my bra, I pull out a foil packet. “Got one.” Smiling, I toss it at him.
“The order still stands. Get ’em off. All the way. The top half too.” He yanks open his jeans while he talks and I wonder how the material doesn’t tear with how vicious his movements are. “Hurry up, Princess, or I’m rippin’ those clothes off you.”
His growled words get me moving. Flicking off my flip-flops, I push my pants down and kick my feet free while grabbing the hem of my sweater and tugging it up over my head.
“Jesus.”
