Page 206 of The ARC Unit: Breach

The pressure built from two directions now, the stretch behind and the friction in front, his thumb working my clit in exactly the rhythm I needed. Every nerve in my body seemed to light up at once. The room filled with the wet sounds of his tongue, my broken moans, the creaking of the desk.

“Come for me, Mercer. Let go. I want to feel it.”

The orgasm hit so hard my entire body bowed off the desk. I cried out, a raw sound that did not sound like me, while my cunt and ass clenched and fluttered around him.

“Fuck. Good girl, Mercer.”

He stayed in place until I stopped shaking, then took one last lick before standing up. The office smelled like sex now, a mix of my arousal and his sweat and the lingering edge of steel and nylon. I heard fabric slide back into place and knew before the blindfold came off that he was covering his face again.

The realization left a strange, quiet disappointment behind, sharper than I wanted it to be. A minute ago I had felt the shape of him against my cheek, warm skin and breath with nothing between us, and now that part of him was hidden again.

He pulled the blindfold loose and light rushed back in. I blinked until the room came into focus and found Wolf exactly where I expected him, dressed in black from head to toe with the tactical mask secured over his head and only his eyes exposed again.

His cock was still hard and jutting from the top of his pants. He was already pushing my thighs apart again with his knee. His other hand guided the head of his cock to my entrance, pressing just enough to feel the pressure.

“Good?” he asked.

“Good,” I responded breathlessly.

“Birth control?”

I nodded.

Then he entered. The thick length of him stretched me open inch by inch, and I felt every ridge and vein as it dragged against the sensitive walls of my cunt.

He growled. “Look at you taking my cock after my mouth already had you.” He thrust deeper, making me gasp. “Fucking squeezing me like you want to keep me in here.”

His hands gripped my hips, angling me so he could seat himself to the hilt. The base of his cock pressed against my clit, and for a moment I could not think of anything except how completely I was filled.

“Fuck. So fucking tight, Mercer.”

He pulled back and drove in again, harder this time. His eyes never left mine as he started a rhythm, fast and deep, each thrust punctuated by the sound of our bodies meeting.

“You like being filled with my cock after you gave me that smart fucking mouth?”

“Yes, yes-”

His hand came to my throat, giving it a gentle squeeze. “This is what happens when you push me, Mercer. You end up underneath me, telling me yes like a good fucking girl.”

I moaned.

“Say it. Say you love my cock.”

“I love your cock.”

“Louder.”

“I love your cock.”

Wolf’s eyes blazed above the mask.

His hand left my throat and slapped me across the opposite cheek, sharp enough to turn my head again. Tears flooded my eyes before I could stop them, spilling down both cheeks as his palm came back to my face. His thumb brushed them away first, then he rubbed gently over the cheek he had just struck, the tenderness of it helping the sting.

Then he drove into me so deep I felt him press against my cervix, and pain tangled with pleasure hard enough to steal the breath from my lungs.

“Good. Because you’re not leaving until you’ve come on it.”

He pulled out suddenly, leaving me empty and aching, then reached above my head and worked the webbing loose from the steel support beneath the desk. The pressure around my wrists disappeared a second later as he freed them completely.