Page 69 of Hard to Hold

With a look over her shoulder and her eyes locked on mine, she takes her time walking toward the bench before taking one hand and bracing it on the paneled wall and then the other.

“Spread your feet wider.”

She doesn’t respond. Her lips part as I see goosebumps begin to chase over her bare skin.

“Look forward, darling. I’ve let you play with me long enough. I’m in control now.”

She does obey, and it’s such a damn turn-on. I study her in the dim light and debate which part of her I want to touch and taste first. Which part I want to savor, and which parts I won’t be able to because I’ll be gone beyond reason.

Time stretches to let the anticipation build as I slide my shorts off.

Each second feeling like a minute, each minute like an hour. Our breaths are the only sound in the room.

“There will be no need for these,” I murmur as I pull on the ties at the sides of her bottoms, one by one, until the fabric falls to the floor. I do the same to the top.

She gasps when I reach out and run a single finger up and down the length of her spine, before I step up behind her so my body ghosts hers in a whisper of a touch.

She starts to turn to face me in reaction.

“Uh-uh, Lennox. Hands back on the wall. Leave them there.” I trail a line of open-mouthed kisses from the edge of her shoulder to just below her ear. “This is killing you, isn’t it? To not be in control? To not get a say.” I scrape my teeth ever so gently there as my dick presses against the crack of her arse, a tsk in warning given when she tries to wiggle back against it.

“If you want that, you’ll do as I say.”

Her groan is an aphrodisiac.

I run my hands over the length of her body before finding my way between the V of her thighs. She’s already wet, ready, as if she’s trying to beat me at my own game to lose control before we even get started.

But I won’t let her.

I can’t.

She leans her head back, a moan escaping her lips as I slide my fingers into her slickness, tucking inside her so she bucks her pussy into my hands.

“You filthy girl. You love that, don’t you?”

Another moan in response. Another grind of her ass against my cock.

I work her up so her moans are loud in my ear and her muscles tighten with each push in and pull back out. And when I feel her about to fall over the edge, I take my hand on her neck and push her forward. “Stay like that,” I murmur as I step back to get the most gorgeous sight of her bent over, ass and pussy on display with her own arousal glistening her inner thighs.

My hand’s on my dick, stroking its length, as I drop to my knees, and take my first taste of Lennox Kincade. Her cry fills the small space as I slide my tongue up her slit then back down before burying it inside of her. Before owning every inch of her. Before licking her and pleasuring her with my fingers until her legs buckle and my name falls from her lips over and over as I bring her to the brink.

I can feel her contract around me. I get lost in the feel of it as her ragged breath matches mine.

Every part of me begs for my turn as I rise to my feet.

“Again,” she murmurs when I’m no longer touching her, her hand off the wall for the first time as she reaches back for me.

My chuckle reverberates, as need owns my thoughts, and greed fuels my actions.

“Hands on the wall.”

“Only if you fuck me,” she says in a broken voice.

“We’re getting there.” I laugh, but then groan as she jolts when I slide the head of my cock right at her opening.

Every part of me tenses. I try to fight the violent desperation to take her with abandon. To pound into her. To chase my own bloody pleasure now that I know she’s found hers.

My hips thrust ever so slightly into her. Her warm, wet heat grabs my cock inch by inch, until I bottom out and see stars.