“I’m going to scratch and bite, North,” she warns, eyes still fixed on me, a glare shooting my way, but her chest is rising and falling. She’s panting, and since the top of her overalls are down, I can see her peaked nipples through the white material of her top.
She fucking wants me just as bad.
“Are you going to crawl and beg too?” I murmur, my hand reaching out to grab the side of her neck, my thumb stroking over her bottom lip. Her breaths are quick. She’s horny, completely turned on by my words. “I can see what I do to you, Blue. You can’t deny it. You affect me just as much. Feel what you’re doing to me,” I tell her, reaching out with my other hand to grip hers and guide it to my crotch. Her eyes go wide, and my cock twitches as her fingers touch me over my dress pants. I whisper in her ear, stroking her cheek, “Let me give you just as good of a feeling you just gave me. Please.”
I watch as the anger turns to a simmer in her eyes as the last word leaves my lips. She hesitates a moment. The only sound in the office is our mingled breathing, but instead of answering, she pulls me to her by my shirt, fusing our lips together.
Fuck, our kiss has been playing on a loop in my thoughts since it happened, but the memory just doesn’t compare. Even the strokes of her tongue against mine have my body turning hot with need. My palms brush up against her ribcage as they travel up her body, sliding to her nipples and circling them over the material. She moans into my mouth, and I break the kiss to turn her around and press her against the glass again, much gentler this time.
Grabbing her hips, pulling her back slightly so she arches her back, I push my foot between hers and nudge her right foot to the side, spreading her legs wide. My longing for this woman is unreal. Never before have I refused myself what I’ve wanted this long.
Normally, I take what I want.
I lean in, kissing the spot where her neck meets her shoulder, making her squirm. Teasing her, I repeat the same movements on the other side of her neck. Her hands come up to brace herself against the glass, and the little gasp she lets out makes my cock pulse.
Later.
Later, when I get her in my bed, I’m going to sink balls deep into her and finally let myself take what I need.
But now, I need to hear her come for me. Listening to her and Hunter nearly killed me.
I need her to moan just for me.
My hands glide down her body, but I can’t get anywhere because of this…thing.
I need to get this monstrosity off her.
I make quick work of her overalls, pulling them down with such ferocity it makes her chuckle. “What happened to me crawling and begging?” she asks huskily.
“Oh, trust me, Blue. You’re going to beg so hard for me to fuck you, all while being on your knees for me. But right now…” I tell her, my fingers finding the waistband of her panties and pulling them down her beautifully toned legs. “Right now, I need to give you your reward.” My palms wander up the inside of her thighs. She’s soft. So soft. When my hand finds her cunt, she sighs before my finger brushes against her clit, making her shudder. “Be a good girl and keep quiet,” I command, starting to circle it with my thumb. “I don’t want anyone else to hear the moans I’ve earned.” My lips are just beside her ear, and I see how her eyes flutter open. We both watch through the glass as the door opens, and some of the crew returns to the yard, laughing.
“North,” she whimpers out.
Her fire drove me wild just moments ago. Now, her pleading tone leaves my head blank, and I’m only thinking about how I need more.
More of her.
I want to taste her orgasm on my lips, feel her coming on my tongue, but I can be patient, even if I’m a starved man—starved for her. I loathe myself for denying myself the taste of her cunt,but I want her spread out on my sheets when I taste her the first time. To be able to take my time with her.
Slipping a finger inside her, feeling how wet she is for me, I quickly follow with a second one, spreading them, stretching her. “Such a tight, perfect cunt. You’re dripping over my fingers, dirty girl.”
Sloan shudders, grabbing my forearm, and her grip is white-knuckled as she moans my name.
Fuck yes.
I want to swallow the sound.
I suck and nibble on her neck, her cunt is clenching around me, feeling so damn good, and visions of pounding her tight hole fill my thoughts.
Later… at home.
“North…” My name is a plea on her lips. “I think I—” she breathes out, reaching back to glide her fingers in my hair and pulling it with force. I stop what I’m doing, and her eyes open. She looks over her shoulder at me, confused and a little agitated, and she starts to ask, “What?—”
Good. You need to know what happens when you don’t do as you’re told.
“Behave, baby,” I tell her, getting her hand out of my hair and back on the glass.
“I—” she starts, but I’m already resuming my work.
