Forget the fact that the image of Ryan worshipping my clit, spellbound by my orgasms, will be impossible to evict from my mind anytime soon. Hard to believe it’ll ever vacate the premises.
If that memory’s going to live rent-free in my head, though, may as well add to it. In for a dime and everything.
“Well, I’m about to blow your mind too,” I say. “Because I came prepared.”
I reach for the small toiletry case on my nightstand, pulling out a short strip of condoms and tearing one off. There’s an unmistakable tremor in his muscles as I push him onto his back, kneeling between his legs to pull his jeans off.
The dick print against his briefs is delectably vulgar. I pull the material down and his cock springs free. Saliva floods my mouth.
Jackpot.
Christ. If his mouth and hands alone weren’t capable of plunging me over the edge of oblivion, this gorgeous instrument would definitely do it. It’s long, thick, twined with veins, the skin on the purpling head so taut that there’s no way he’ll last long.
The urge to taste him is so strong I can’t not. I lick up the underside, flicking the sensitive ridge just below the head before capping my lips over the dome and swirling my tongue around it.
His eyes roll back in his head and he groans, “God.”
I hold him by the base and take him deep, keeping my tongue in constant motion when I pull back to the head, adding stimulation to the most sensitive parts. He punches his hips forward, seeking more of my mouth, but a moment later he’s pushing me away by the shoulders, panting, “Please, please stop.”
“Pretty sure you were enjoying that.”
“Understatement of the century,” he says. “But I desperately want to fuck you, Ana. Can I?”
Why not both?But he is lookingveryclose, and if tonight is a one-off, he should get what he wants out of it. “I thought you’d never ask,” I say.
He rips open the condom packet and rolls it down his length. His gaze is riveted to mine as I straddle his hips, an earnestness in his expression that seems to reach inside me, sending fissures through vital organs and filling my belly with something I can’t name. So I focus instead on where our bodies meet, guiding the crown of his shaft to my entrance and feeling his whole body stiffen in anticipation.
The feel of him gliding inside me, inch by inch, rivals the considerable pleasure he’s already given me tonight. Not only because I love being filled—and holy hell, his cock is spectacular, hitting all the right spots and forcing me to focus on breathing through the sensations—but because I’m giving him the same immeasurable pleasure in turn. His powerful thighs rigid with tension, abs clenched, hands impatient on my skin.
When he’s fully seated inside me, I circle my hips and start to rise again, but his fingers dig into my waist, holding me still.
“Go slow,” he rasps, his body radiating like it’s nuclear.
“Yes, sir,” I say.
I lower again carefully, the friction exquisite. I’m so wet that, despite his size, my body is eager to accommodate him. I lean back slightly, balancing myself on his thighs, pleasure cascading through me and causing my whole body to undulate as I ride him. I’m on full display and he’s captivated, eyes burning with intensity as he watches. It turns me on so much that it’s impossible not to speed the rolling wave of my hips.
“You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” He rises to kiss me, hands clutching at the roots of my hair. “Riding cock like a fucking goddess,” he whispers against my lips. “Of course you’d be a dream in bed. How could you be anything else.”
His quiet praise winds me even tighter, and I grind my hips forward, chasing the sensation building yet again low in my belly.
“You feel amazing,” I pant, clenching around him. Sucking him deeper.
He growls into my skin. “If I could last, I’d fuck you as hard as I want to, make you scream from it. Would you like that?” I nod, his stubble scratching against my cheek. “Yeah, I thought so,” he drawls, sucking on the base of my throat. He punches his hips upward, showing me what he means, eliciting a hoarse exclamation from me. “But it’s been a while, and you’re so fucking hot, I’m dying. Next time.”
Next time.I shut my eyes, ignoring the trip wire those words plant in my mind. The dangerous potential in them.
My pace has increased, there’s no help for it, and he’s meeting me halfway with his own thrusts, the coiling pressure an exquisite torture, he the most magnificent tormentor in history. He angles his hips to hit the spot he’s getting to know so well, driving into me once, twice, before stars explode behind my eyelids. A choked cry escapes me and he gathers me close, holding me against his broad chest, firm, protective, like at any second I could be snatched away. He pounds his hips up, his control lost, making stranglednoises as he follows me over the edge. His body shudders against mine as he rasps my name like a curse. Like a prayer.
The daze takes so long to subside that I don’t realize until minutes—maybe many minutes—later that his hands are stroking my back in soothing circles, his lips pressing gentle kisses on my shoulder, my cheek, my temple as he whispers more praise into my skin. It doesn’t even occur to me to stop him.
Chapter 13
I wake to a bright room, blinking at the sun trickling through the curtains. I haven’t slept past sunrise in as long as I can remember. I consider that I should have set my alarm, despite the fact that my body naturally wakes me early. But rational thought was nowhere near my addled mind before I fell asleep last night.
Your senses being completely annihilated by the hottest sex of your life can have that effect.
Last night wasthe hottest sex of my life. I need to let that sink in for a minute: the fact that I had the hottest sex of my fucking life with a man I work with. A man I’ll have to be professional with on an ongoing basis.
