Page 20 of Holden

Chapter 11

There’s no time to catch my breath. In one swift movement, Holden is down on one knee, one hand under my shirt, the other warm and callous between my thighs. With one subtle flick of his thumb, the buttons on my blouse pop like snaps and my panties go impossibly wet.

“What the hell are you—?”

My weak protest dies at the end of my tongue when his fingertips graze the lace edge of my underwear.

Heat warms my cheeks. Holy fuck, I’m ridiculously wet.

Soaked.

My mind screams at me to be offended, but my brain has completely shut off. I can’t think. Can’t breathe.

Holden’s thumb slides under the elastic band of my panties and flicks across my slit, barely grazing my throbbing clit. Instant heat floods my groin. A low moan purrs from the back of my throat. Sweet Jesus, what is wrong with me?

Every bit of this is wrong, demoralizing, offensive…and yet so utterly exquisite.

Holden slips his finger inside my pussy and I gasp so loud my breath goes icy. I lean my head back, close my eyes, succumb to the pleasure, inhaling and exhaling while his hands and fingers work magic on my body.

He finishes unbuttoning my blouse, and shoves my bra up and over my breasts, freeing my fully erect nipples for his hungry mouth. His tongue flicks across them, and then circles each areola with luxurious, slow swirls. It’s so fucking hot. Incredibly hot. But not nearly enough to distract me from the magic he’s working to my clit with his thumb and forefinger.

“Oh my God, Holden…”

He stops sucking on my nipples and growls, “In this office, you will call me Mr. Quinn.”

My eyes open, and in his serious expression, I realize that this too is closed to negotiation. I thread my fingers through his hair, and pull his mouth to my chest. “Don’t stop, Mr. Quinn. Please…”

I am giving him everything that he wants, and in turn, he is stoking my innermost desires. His mouth moves down my flesh, pausing to nibble at the muscle above my belly button, then continues downward to my hips, my lower abdomen, and finally, to my pelvis. He takes his time there, alternating between light kisses, and aggressive nips, each act causing me to quake with anticipation. I imagine his tongue sliding into my pussy and then—

It is there. Gliding up and down my panties with slow and steady strokes, his breath hot against my swollen clit. He peels my underwear to the side with his tongue, and plunges into my slit. Every nerve ending in my body explodes.

With one hand, he spreads my thighs apart, while the other hooks around the edge of my panties to allow his mouth greater access. He pinches my clitoris between his lips and slowly begins to suck.

A shock runs up and down my spine.

I buck my hips, craving closeness. Needing more. I want him deeper, fuller inside me, if not with his cock, then with his expert tongue that is now circling the inside of my pussy with increasing speed.

Unable to lift any higher, I push my hand into the sofa for balance, and with the other grab the hair at the back of his head. My fingers curl and tug, curl and push, curl and squeeze. I grind my pussy into his face, pushing up against his mouth.

I am shocked by my brazenness, but I can’t stop.

I’m like a damn woman possessed.

I expect him to pull back—surely to God I must be hurting him—but he dives deeper, plunging his tongue in and out, increasing the tempo and pressure.

I begin to pant.

And now it’s impossible to think twice, to pull back, because Holden’s mouth is devouring me, and I can feel my climax beginning to crest. At least, that’s what I think is happening, because I have no other explanation for the intensity of my desire. It’s overwhelming, frightening…

Utterly empowering.

My insides are on fire. An earthquake is starting to erupt from my core, bringing with it waves of destruction. I know without question that Holden will have forever destroyed me—no other man could ever compete with this.

The orgasm builds fast and erupts without warning. I bite down on my lip to stop from screaming aloud as waves of pleasure roll through me. Holden holds my knees in place and sucks gently on my clit until the last tremor subsides, while my hips buck beneath him.

I cover my face with my hands. “Holy fuck.”

My body tingles with the effects of the aftershock. It’s so intense, I worry I might actually go numb.