I keep telling myself I should leave. Just walk out that door. That there is nothing stopping me, but I don’t. Instead, I hold his stare. Daring him to make the first move. To prove to me that he can really make everything disappear, if just for a little awhile. I can feel his breath on my neck and his hand lightly brushing against my arm. I inhale sharply, and he pauses, giving me the chance to run. An out. I don’t take it. His hand presses more firmly against my skin, sliding so slowly along my arm. My eyes fall shut as his breath tickles my ear. “Still want me to leave?” he murmurs, his voice low and gravely. The sound of it sends shivers down my spine.
I shake my head, answering him before I can stop myself. My chance to leave. Gone, without a trace.
His other hand slowly finds my waist like he’s trying to commit my body to memory before he does anything else. Ihesitantly lean into him, finding comfort in the warmth of his body against mine. He notices my hesitation and grips me to him tighter, holding me there. My mind is screaming to pull away but his touch feels so damn good. My heart is racing at a steady rhythm now, and my arms slowly unwrap themselves, wanting to reach up and touch him, but think better of it. I’m losing myself in the way his touch lights up my body. The way his breath tickles my skin igniting a fire deep inside me. The way his scent corrupts my own, consuming me in a way I can’t get enough of.
“Do you want me to stop?” he says, barely a beat above a whisper.
“No,” I exhale, my voice trembling. He moves before the word barely leaves my lips, spinning me around to face him, keeping our bodies close.
If he can make me feel anything other than the pain…he can have me.
CHAPTER 23
Ledgar
Watchingher walk out of my office and into my penthouse set off a primal urge in me to have her. No matter if I’m the rebound guy, tonight I want to make her forget if she will let me. I want her body flush against mine while I consume her thoughts, her desires, her moans. I want it all, and I need it now. I know as soon as I touch her, that fine line between loyalty and desire will be crossed, and there is no going back. I know that, and I cross it anyway.
I step up behind her, close enough that her back is brushing against my chest. I let my hand slowly, teasingly, slide down from her shoulder to her wrist, watching the way a small shiver pulls throughout her body. “Do you still want me to leave?” A slight growl comes from me as she doesn’t move, just tilts her head ever so slightly as my breath hits her neck. Not moving away was her first mistake.
She shakes her head, a barely audible “no” leaving her lips. If I weren’t paying attention to her, I wouldn’t have caught it. It’s all I need from her to continue exploring her body.
My other hand slowly finds her waist. This is her last chance; she’d better take it. My restraint is already holding on by a thread. “Last chance,” I say, dangerously low. “You don’t get to want this…then walk away.” Her breath catches in her throat, but silence still surrounds us.
She doesn’t say anything, instead, she leans into me. It’s enough to break through that last shred of control I was holding on to. My fingers flex against her waist, bunching her thin nightgown in my hand as I pull her into me. I turn her around to face me, searching her eyes for any sign of uncertainty. There is none. She wants this as badly as I do. My thumb brushes across her bottom lip, slower than it should, giving her one last second before I take those plump lips with mine.
She grips my shirt, closing the distance between us and crashing her lips onto mine. She moans as our mouths meet, and I tighten my hold around her waist, pulling her even closer. I run my tongue along her bottom lip, asking for access, and she responds with a soft moan, opening up for me and matching my tongue with hers. I lift her, and her legs instinctively wrap around me. Her breath catches against mine, and her fingers thread through my hair as she clings to me. I keep her close as I move her backward until she’s pressed against the cold glass behind her.
The contact pulls a sharp breath from her, eliciting a small shiver. I can see it in her eyes. The way she looks at me is like she understands exactly what this is and chooses to go with it. My cock strains against the fabric of my pants, begging me to sink in her deep and unforgiving. I glide my hand up her thigh until my fingers brush against the thin material of her panties. She moans softly, arching her back as I inch my hand closer to where she wants it the most. I push her panties to the side and run a finger along her soaking entrance, bringing my finger to my mouth. She watches me as I suck her delicious arousal from my fingers,a deep, gravely moan escaping as I do. Grabbing the hem of her nightgown, she lifts it off over her head, tossing it to the floor. Her round, perky tits are fully exposed before me, looking every bit ready for me to pull them into my mouth to suck on.
I take one in my mouth and suck hard, nibbling at her nipple, and feel her arch against me. My fingers circle slowly on her clit, teasing her as she rocks against my hand, begging for me to continue.
I nearly combust as she grinds harder, seeking her release and moaning into my ear at the same time. I can’t take it anymore. I fool with my belt, undoing it, while still holding her firmly against the window with my body.
My cock bounces free, weeping for her like a starved man. Fuck, I know I won’t last long. Grabbing her panties, I rip them clean off, not being able to take anymore. A moan mixed with a whimper leaves her lips. She’s soaking wet for me. “You know this doesn’t end clean,” I murmur, rubbing my hard length against her wet heat. She nods. Words are on the tip of her tongue, but she doesn’t speak them.
She reaches for me, and I lean back, denying her the control she wants. Her arms then go to wrap around my neck, and I grab them, forcefully placing them against the window above her. She grinds hard against my cock. She’s close. I can tell by the way her breaths are few and far between and her rhythm picks up. Those blazing brown eyes hold me captive as I stop her movements. If looks could kill I’d be a dead man. Lining my cock up to her hot, wet entrance, I push inside her, bottoming out and nearly exploding.Fucking hell.I allow her a second to adjust before slowly rocking back and forth. “You're so goddamn tight,” I growl, barely keeping it together. Her legs clamp me harder as I pick up the pace. Her moans are getting louder with every thrust. She’s so close. When I feel her body start contracting, I ease up, causing her to groan in frustration. “You can come when I sayyou can come,” I grit out. She rolls her eyes, and I continue my torture on her. I release my grip on her hands and wrench her around.
She braces her hands in front of her, creating space between her and the glass. Gripping her hip with one hand, I lift her other leg to her chest and slam back into her. She nearly buckles at the sensation. I fuck her senseless until I feel my balls start to draw up. Reaching around her, I kiss her neck and press my thumb to her clit, hard. “Now,” I bite out. She screams as her sweet pussy contracts, squeezing me so hard I can’t stop myself. I thrust into her harder, faster, my own release breaking from me as she milks my cock. “Oh, God,” I moan, spilling into her without a care in the world.
CHAPTER 24
Payson
My body acheswith a satisfying hum as I stretch. I can feel his arm over me, holding me close to his muscular chest. I’m pretty sure I passed out because I can’t remember coming to bed. The overwhelming sensation that rocketed throughout my body as I came was incredible. I’ve never experienced anything like it before. It just makes me hungry for more. The way he kept denying my orgasm only made it more intense when he let me finish. He stayed true to his word though. His hands on my body, his mouth on my skin, was all I could think about as he pounded into me with a force that knocked the breath from my lungs.
My thighs squeeze together at the memory. As if on cue, his arm drapes over my stomach, pulling me closer to him as he readjusts. I feel his cock pulse as it pokes into my back. I smile as I shift, pressing my ass further into him, causing a hiss to escape him. “Unless you want to go again, I suggest you quit moving,” he mumbles, his voice thick with sleep. I listen to the steady rise and fall of his chest behind me finding comfort in being in his arms. Why I don’t regret any of this is mind-blowing to me. Imean, yesterday I was engaged, and now I can feel this heat deep in my belly, screaming at me to let it loose. I roll my hips against him intentionally, silently asking him without saying the words. Before I can blink, I’m flat on my back as he settles between my legs.
“I told you to quit moving,” he says, pinning me down with his body. I stare up at him, a smile on the edge of my lips. “Words, baby. Or this ends now.” I allow my hands to run up and down his arms, similar to how he did it, watching his muscles flex at my touch. Slowly, I reach out and trace the lines of ink along his forearm with the tips of my fingers. I’m not shy. Not the littlest bit, but for some reason words don’t seem to come. He relaxes against me some, the tip of his cock pressing against me. He slowly pushes in, scanning my face as he slides in further.
A small gasp leaves me before I can stop it, and he stops immediately. He goes to pull away, but I reach out and pull his face to mine. “Don’t stop,” I mumble, kissing him gently.
“Let me know if it hurts,” he whispers. I manage a small nod, and he eyes me.
“I’m okay. I don’t mind it.” He leans down, kissing my neck. It feels so good. He feels so good. He picks up the pace a little, and I wrap my arms around his neck. I feel him tense beneath me, but I let it go as his mouth moves further down to my collarbone. He cups one of my breasts with his palm, massaging it as his mouth latches around my nipple.
“Ah...” He continues nipping, sucking, massaging, rotating from one to the other as my hips involuntarily move on their own accord. As if a new person is coming out of me, I sit up, pushing him to lie back. I can tell he isn’t used to relinquishing control, but he allows me now, as I climb on top of him, repeating the same thing he was just doing. Except this time, Idon’t stop at his chest. I kiss and lick my way down his body, following the curves of his muscles as I make my way to his cock.
His head falls back as I wrap my hand around the base and gently kiss from the tip to my fingers. A deep groan vibrates through him, urging me on. My tongue darts out, licking the small amount of pre-cum oozing from the tip before I close my mouth around the head of his cock. I’ve never done this before, but hopefully he won’t be able to tell. His hand grips my hair, wrapping my long strands around his fist, tugging as he guides up and down, licking and sucking from the tip to the base. “Shittt.” His hips buck to meet my rhythm. I look up at him to find him watching me, his eyes are dark with desire. I take him deeper, gagging as his cock hits the back of my throat. “Relax your mouth,” he says, and I do as he says. He slides in easier, hitting the back of my throat again, but this time I don’t gag. He thrusts up a few times before he tugs at my hair, pulling me off him with apop.He guides me to him, and I go willingly,
