She tried, one last time, to protest, but the sound that left her seemed to snap what restraint he had remaining and he didn’t let her try a second time, hauling her legs up over his shoulders and doing things with his mouth that made her remember pitch-black bedrooms and passion as fatally bitter as cyanide. When his lip caught against her damp skin and she felt the cool press of his teeth, she bowed against him so desperately that he pressed on her abdomen to pin her down.
“Nicholas,” she cried out. “Oh god.”
“Fuck,” he said, in a slightly breathless tone that let her know that he wasn’t as unaffected as he was pretending to be. “I’m almost sorry to do this.”
“W-what?”
He pulled away, eliciting a frustrated groan from her as he unzipped his jeans. His erection sprang out of his pants, the head already swollen and glistening as it curved towards his belly.
“This.” He slid his fist up his cock, in smooth, quick jerk. “Take your shirt off.”
She gripped her t-shirt by the hem, trying to ignore the stickiness on her inner thighs, and the desperate ache building in her belly as she slowly peeled it off. Her nipples, already hard, puckered under his gaze, and her breasts felt sore and heavy.
Nicholas prowled up her body like an animal and kissed her so hard that they both fell back against the couch, making her aware of every dip and ridge in his hard, lean torso, and the drag of his heavy cock against her bare stomach. “I told you what would happen if you teased me at work.”
With a final tug at her lower lip, he took her hands by the wrists and at first she thought he planned to tie them, which sent another bolt of fear rushing through her like an icy river. But he put the heels of her palms on her breasts instead, compressing them beneath his own until she understood that he wanted her to keep them there.
“Nick,” she said, her voice small and uncertain.
The hard pressure of his hips was immobilizing and the unexpected intimacy of what he was making her do made her suddenly very desperate not to look at him.
But when she turned away, he put two fingers to her cheek to tilt her head back.
“Eyes on me.”
It was an addictive feeling, shame. Heady and disorienting, it poured through her like hot whiskey. She was a moth in a lantern, caged by the means to her destruction, and god, right now, she wanted to shut herself up with that flame and burn.
“Did I make you come at your desk?”
His eyes narrowed and he thrust harder, hitting her mouth. “Kiss me.”
Jay leaned forward and covered the blunt head of his cock in an open-mouthed kiss. A guttural snarl tore out of him as he ground his hips against her breasts, pushing his impressive length deeper into her mouth. Jay tongued him so viciously that he jerked back with a savage breath, his chest heaving. She wondered if he’d looked this feral when he was in his office,buttoned into his suit.
“Did you ruin your pants?” she asked.
Nicholas stared at her like she was a stranger. Then his jaw hardened and he thrust forward again, watching her mouth open as she took him in. There was fresh tension in him now, and she could sense his resistance in every fiber of his beautiful, stubborn body.
Who’s not very good at kissing now?
He must have felt her smile because he leaned down, pushing all her hair back, gathering all those coils in his fingers like it was precious gold, before holding her face in his hands.
“Are you enjoying this?”
“No,” Jay said, around his cock, and she heard him hiss as she traced her tongue over the sensitized glans. His eyes rolled back and she saw a muscle in his throat jump as he tried to fight his response, but his fingers traced down her jaw until he caught himself and pulled away.
“I don’t believe you. But right now—” He gripped the arm of the loveseat for better control as he slowly pumped his hips. His gaze began to drift and a muscle in his cheek tautened. “Right now, it feels so good that I really don’t fucking care.”
He’s close, thought Jay. She could tell. It was written in the line between his straight black brows, and the slight hollowing of those arrogant cheekbones.
When he came, he looked like he was in pain.
“Fuck,” he said again. His eyes swung towards her, and it was like watching light come in through a gothic window, spearing through all that terrible, twisted darkness. “Do you want to give me what I really want? What I fuckingcrave?”
She gave a short jerk of ascent, her body braced beneath his.
“Tell me you love me.”
It was like he’d slapped her. “No,” Jay gasped.
