He sets a brutal rhythm, every drag of his cock sending pleasure ricocheting through me until I’m babbling incoherently.
“This what you needed, Havoc? To be fucked so good you can’t talk straight?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Oh mygod, yes.”
The ladder hits me in just the right place, and my entire body jerks as he pulls back and thrusts in harder.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, a palm cracking across one of my ass cheeks with a delicious sting. “The perfect composed surgeon, always in control, always with an answer, speechless and coming apart on my cock.”
Holy shit.This man is in my head, and it’s making me feral for him.
“Harder,” I moan, pushing back into him with every thrust. “Spank me—my clit—please—”
He lets out a strangled sound, then his fingers slide around my hip and between my thighs, tapping one sharp slap right against my clit. I choke on a moan, lurching forward on the bed. There’s another tap, then another. Light, perfect wet slaps timed with every thrust of his hips.
“You like that?” he pants, his other hand drifting back to fist my hair. “Me playing with your clit with while I fuck you?”
“Y-yes, yes—”
His hand tightens in my hair, tugging just enough to keep me arched against him.
“Good. But for the record,” he murmurs right against my ear, “you don’t get to give the orders here, sweetheart. You just take it like a good fucking girl.”
A deep, primal moan leaves me when he spanks my clit again, followed by rhythmic taps in between thrusts, and I can’t take it. The pleasure, the filthy way he knows exactly how I need to release control, the way he’s handling me roughly but reverently all at once.
I let go of the headboard, my back flush up against his chest, knees sliding wider, head falling back onto his shoulder. I can feel everything—his cock slamming up into me, the stretch and thrum of each piercing, thetap-tap-tapof his fingers on my clit, and the scratch of his mustache against the skin of my neck where he gently sucks.
It’s too much and not enough. I moan something unintelligible as he pounds into me harder, my body lurching forward again from the force of it, and clinging to the headboard again.
“Oh god, I’m gonna… I’m gonnacome.”
“Yeah?” He thrusts deep, his balls slapping at me. “Come on my cock, Havoc. Comerightfucking now.”
My orgasm is sostrong, I forget my name. Forget the room I’m in. Forget every single coherent thought except for Reid Hutchison. The world narrows to one perfect point of pleasure he holds, and I fall into it completely.
There’s nothing but the feel of him, the way he knows exactly what I need and how to make me come like no one else ever has.
I sob his name into my arm as I shatter around him, pussy clenching tight and wet.
“Fuck—Carina—fuck, I’m gonna—Where do you want it?”
He’s barely hanging on, but I can’t answer. Can’t speak.
He pulls out with a loud and desperate groan before cursing and coming across my lower back, his body shaking with restraint.
There’s nothing quiet about the aftermath. Both of us are panting and shaking, my entire body thrumming under him. I sink deeper into the bed, and he joins me a second later, dragging a hand across my upper back as we both try to catch our breath.
Then he leans up, dotting a kiss to the back of my neck.
“Stay there.”
I hear the rustle of sheets, the pad of his bare feet, the sound of water running in my bathroom. Then the careful swipe of a warm cloth against my skin, so gentle, as though he’s not just wiping me clean but trying to ground me back to reality again.
After he lobs the cloth into my laundry, he climbs in behind me, tugs the sheet over both of us, and pulls me against his chest with one warm arm, fingers brushing my hair back from my face.
“You okay?” he murmurs, voice low and soft and nothing like the way he demanded me to take his cock ten minutes ago.
I nod, too blissed out to even form words.
