My ribs stung but the pain remained tolerable, and with her permission goading me, I stopped caring about anything else.
I broke off the kiss long enough to tug off her clothes, throwing them over my shoulder.
Her lips were swollen already, and she licked her lower lip while watching me kick off my boots and unzip my jeans.
I barely waited long enough to kiss the side of her neck before I settled between her legs and entered her in one swift stroke.
Her head fell back, her breasts arching toward me.
I pounded into her, taking advantage of the desk’s perfect height and how it lined us up.
This was all that I knew. I chased pleasure, chased the invigorating bliss of sex.
The harder the better, in my experience.
Her fingertips skimmed my ribs and she leaned to the side. Her hair fell over her shoulder and she stared up at me through her thick lashes. “Colt.” She bent her head and kissed the edge of the bandage she’d placed. “Let me.”
I palmed the back of her head, angling her chin to look into her eyes. “Let you what?” I never stopped moving. Every stroke bottomed my cock in her pussy, and the glaze of pleasure sheened her eyes.
She blinked slowly, her lips parting. “You need to stay still or you’re going to tear this.” A warm touch grazed my side. “Let me handle this.” A tiny smirk lifted her lips into a sassy grin. “Let me take care of you.” She put both hands on my ribs, then slid them around to my back. “Not that I’m not enjoying this.” Pinching my ass, she yanked me deeper. “But I want more.”
“I can give you more.”
Her smile flickered. “I know you can.”
What did she want from me? I slowed my deep, punishing thrusts and let her slide off the desk.
Hands on my chest, she pushed me back a few steps, then a few more. “Sit.”
The backs of my legs hit the chair, and I dropped.
Callie didn’t hesitate to climb onto my lap.
She straddled my legs and guided my cock into her, keeping one hand on the center of my chest as she moved in glides so slow it raised the hair on the back of my neck.
I ground my teeth to keep from groaning her name, not willing to let her see how she devastated me.
She leaned into her hand, the slight pressure of her weight not enough to pin me in place if I really wanted to get up, but I let her hold me down and ride my cock.
I framed her hips in my hands and squeezed with every stroke. I’d never let anyone take control like this. Letting her threatened to open a Pandora’s box of questions better left alone.
Callie kissed my collarbone, then the underside of my jaw. “You feel so good, Colt. I could stay here all night, just like this.” She lifted onto her knees, then lowered all the way down. “But I’m not going to last much longer. Good thing I can come multiple times.” She smirked again and quickened her pace.
“What are you trying to do to me?” I almost flipped her onto her back on the desk and finished what I’d started.
The look on her face stopped me. I’d never seen that kind of care and concern directed at me, and it stopped me in my tracks.
“I’m taking care of you.” She rolled her hips and groaned.
I couldn’t stop the wave of pleasure even if I wanted to. I blistered through my entire body, tightening my balls andhollowing out my stomach as my toes curled. “I broke formation.” I needed to say the words, needed to hear my sins spoken into the void. “Someone said your name, and I lost my shit.”
She kept moving, but her eyes locked on mine, and something in the depths brought the truth blasting into reality.
This wasn’t about wanting her body.
I had that.
I could have that one way or another.
