by Lynda Aicher
She yanked him down in a desperate need to feel that want. To claim it as hers.
His mouth closed over hers in a rush of heat and passion. She opened without thought, frantic to feel the heat of his tongue, the crush of his strength.
He took everything she was offering and pushed for more. His tongue thrust in to tangle with hers in a heady bolt of connection. This man owned her right now.
And she wanted to claim him.
He shifted, changing their angle to deepen the kiss even more. She fell back a little, welcoming the control. She gripped the back of his head, not caring if her lungs ached for air, only distantly aware of the other men slipping her panties off.
She didn’t need to worry about anything. Not with him in the lead, and he had been since the moment he slid in behind her on the table. She couldn’t see a damn thing, yet she could sense it. The authority hummed off him.
She gave herself over to him. The hot caresses of his tongue as it played with hers. The little nips he snuck in to sting her lip before he dove back into her mouth. The hard pinch and twist on her nipple that jolted her focus to the crazy burning sensation racing over her chest on a rush of tingles.
He caught her soft cry and swallowed it before overriding it with a deep groan of his own. The note held the frustration building within her along with the recklessness pushing her to do more. Take more.
Have more.
The hot slick of a tongue through her pussy jolted into her core, igniting a wave of heat that engulfed her with its carnal caress. She squirmed in his arms, seeking more and relief at once. A tongue circled her opening, teasing but not entering. Would it? His finger still pressed on her clit, the pressure building without offering relief.
All she needed was a flick. A little movement.
Please.
Desperation clawed at her skin and pummeled her brain with its frantic anguish.
She ripped her mouth away to suck in air, her breaths too clipped to get that deep, filling gust she needed. But she didn’t care.
“Please,” she whispered. She tracked her other hand down his arm until she reached his watch. She pushed on his wrist, but it didn’t budge. Not even a slight shift on her clit. That tongue, the devious, glorious one circling her vagina, was beyond intense.
Evil almost.
In the best possible way.
Another tortured moan fell from her parted lips. Hands rubbed every part of her legs, from the sensitive crease near her pussy to the space behind her knee and down to the soles of her feet. And then there was him. Surrounding her. Supporting her.
“Anything you want,” he said, his lips brushing hers as he spoke. “You’re so passionate. Trusting. Open.” Each word was emphasized by a slow circle on her clit.
Oh, my God. Lights exploded behind her eyes as the craving blew into overdrive. This man, this insanely wonderful man, knew exactly what to say and do. And she didn’t want to lose it. Not his touch or his words.
His confirming, accepting words.
“More,” she begged softly. “Tell me more.” She could ask here without fear. She’d never know who these men were. And the one she did know, she’d never see again.
Her head fell back even more as he pressed a line of kisses down her throat. She never doubted that he had her. He wouldn’t let her fall.
“I can’t take my eyes off you,” the clipped voice said by her foot. The hard press of a thumb massaged her arch in a mind-numbing caress. “Of how receptive you are.”
“You’re stunning.” That was Jacob. At her other foot. “Unbelievable.”
A deep rumble of consent tickled over her pussy before that man dipped his tongue into her. Finally. Fuck. Yes. But then it was gone, that silky, wet heat withdrawn before she could truly appreciate it.
She squirmed in his arms, mind overloaded with the sensual praise and touch. She had no clue what she looked like, but right now the only thing that mattered was that she felt exactly as they’d described.
Here, with these men, she was all those things.
“You’re ours tonight,” he said right before his mouth closed over her nipple.
She cried out, the gentle warmth sinking to her core. The over-sensitized nub suddenly became the focus of everything. He bathed it in wet licks and light sucks that turned deep until she arched into the maddening pull. Men had sucked her nipples before, but never like this. Never with such slow, sensual grazes of his teeth that teased at the damage he could do.
Her head spun until she was lost. “I’m yours,” she said, fully believing it.
Rumbled growls of agreement filled the air to feed the wanton freedom she longed to revel in. This was...everything.
Freedom and joy. Bliss and acceptance.
The moist, wet slick of a tongue around her toes had her reflexes attempting to tug her foot from the man’s hold.
She stilled. What the... Oh...my... The soft caress of hot wetness where it shouldn’t be—where it’d never been before—was intensely confusing. One of them pulled her big toe into his mouth, sucking deeply, slowly. The sensation rippled through every part of her. Jacob joined in on her other foot to provide a dual pull like nothing she’d ever experienced. The intimate suggestion of the act was overwhelming.
Her initial rejection gave way to stunned wonder in increments of disbelief. Her muscles relaxed, the tension fleeing beneath the carnal assault.
“Wow.” The word didn’t come close to communicating the emotions storming through her.
“It’s the simplest things sometimes,” he said as he nuzzled that tender spot beneath her chin. It forced her head back, and she only wished she could bend more. Give him more room. Give these men everything they wanted.
The slow, steady swirl of his finger over her clit was precisely what she needed in that moment. The pent-up energy burst free on a wave of languid heat that quickly turned to an inferno. Her entire body became a conduit of erotic sensation. There was nothing but the wet and warmth and touch and...
“Do you want to come?” He nipped her chin before he forced her head up and claimed her mouth again. He took with this kiss. Stole her reservations and incriminations. Her smallest doubts and biggest fears. He took them all and gave her his strength. His power.
Him.
The connection wound around her until she wanted to crawl within him and never leave. Not this safe place or this reckless feeling that left her both grounded and freed.
He released her mouth, and “yes” burst out of her without thought. “Please. Yes.” The tendons on his wrist moved beneath her fingers where she still gripped him, the contact yet another oddly intimate point that brought the moment deeper.
This was just sex. Yet it was more.
Everything condensed into a tight ball of want, need, desire and lust right below his finger. That damn perfect finger. He rubbed harder. The tongue on her pussy plunged deep within her, followed by the jab of a finger—or two.
Her cry pierced the room. She curled up with the jolt of fulfillment that only increased the longing pulsing from her.
“Beautiful.” The word stroked past her ear. “Stunning.” She clung to the praise, letting it feed her. “So free.”
Yes. I am.
“Show us.” The command swept over her before it snuggled in beside her desire to please. “Let go. Give it to us.”
Her release broke open on a hard clash of finally. “Yes!” The rejoicing exclamation shot out to punctuate the wave of heat and energy blazing from her pussy to her fingers.
She clung to him, grounding herself to the moment, when it’d be so easy to slip into the unknown. She dug her fingers into his hair and rode her orgasm until she couldn’t breathe. Until she shattered.
The pressure finally eased. The mouths moved away. His finger slowed.
Brie sucked in a long breath. Exhaled. Floated in
the glow of boneless euphoria. There were no words to describe how light she felt right then.
There was no tomorrow. No stress. No fears or worries.
His hand smoothed up her abdomen. Her feet were set back on the table. The mouth on her pussy was gone.
They were winding down.
And she wasn’t ready for this to end.
He kissed her jaw in that soft confirmation of goodbye or maybe thank you. Gentle. Lingering.
Her heart wept in that instant. Not yet, her mind screamed. Or was that her soul?
She tensed, tightened her grip on his hair to hold him there. Right there. He stiffened. The room went still and the energy condensed, waiting for her.
Her heart pounded out a beat of fear, but it was negated by a sudden surge of determination. This was her chance, probably her one and only, to have everything. Be everything.
And she wasn’t backing down.
She brushed her lips against his. The grazing stroke blazed a path to her chest to loosen the constraints clenched around it. This man. Who was he? What did he look like? Would she ever know?
Did she want to?
She couldn’t answer that, but she did know one thing. She laid her lips against his, ran her tongue over the soft rise of his. Her voice was low and seductive when she finally told him what she really, truly longed for.
“I want to fuck you.”
At least once. Before this glorious night ended.
Chapter Five
The rush of want stormed through Ryan in a flash of freed hunger. He crushed his mouth to Brie’s, mind reeling with possibilities. Ones he could only execute here.
I want to fuck you.
Denying her wasn’t even a thought.
The Boardroom let him be this guy, the one who could give a woman everything she wanted. And Brie wanted to fuck him.
His pulse beat a frantic pace in his throat that marked exactly how much he liked that thought. Her soft purrs and throaty cries plucked at his base instinct to claim and take.
He ripped his mouth from hers, breaths gusting. This was reckless—and he didn’t care.
Her cheeks were flushed below the mask, lips plump and parted. Her lipstick dulled to show the dark red state he’d left them in. Her hair fell in waves down her back to tease his arm and pool on the table in a silky disarray.
The hard, unforgiving wood of the table bit into his hip where he’d shifted, and ground into his elbow where he braced his weight. His leg was going numb where Brie lay over it, but the discomforts were all part of the play.
The very public play.
He found Aaron by the window, his intent solidified and telegraphed. The lights of the nearby high-rise shone behind him in an unneeded reminder of how exposed they were. The low glow of the lamp within the room would provide more shadows than clear images, but Brie didn’t know that.
Cramer stood a few feet away, a stoic facade hiding the hyped-up man from before. Ryan could sense Jacob at his back. He hadn’t objected to the control shift, and Ryan assumed he wouldn’t now.
In truth, he couldn’t be worried about it. He was within the scene requirements, and that was the only code he had to follow.
He smoothed his fingers through the downy curls on Brie’s mound, anticipation spreading once again. He’d get to watch her come for a second time.
Her hips undulated, a rumbled moan flowing from her parted lips. Her nipples had darkened to deep rose tips that begged him to suck them. Brie Wakeford was so much more than she displayed at the office.
He dropped down, rolling her until she was above him as he scooted up the table.
“What...”
Her forehead wrinkled, her limbs going stiff, but then her legs parted, and she slowly sat up. Her smile grew in a slow spread that held a glimmer of deviousness. Her shoulders rolled back as she rotated her hips in a seductive tease over his straining erection.
“Fuck.” His breathy affirmation came without thought, his grip tightening on her hips. “I can’t believe how sexy you are.” Would he ever get this image out of his head?
Her throaty laugh tumbled over him in the taunt that it was. His nipples tightened, balls drawing up with the desire she stoked.
She tucked her chin in, her hair falling forward to cloak her face before she brushed it back. The slow rock of her pussy over his erection did exactly as she most likely intended. His dick ached to be in her. To feel that heat tempting him through his clothing. To thrust into her until he was lost in the clench of muscles and slick of arousal.
She rose up on her knees when he moved to undo his pants. His own movements were quick and succinct as he freed his erection and rolled a condom on, grateful he had one in his pocket.
He couldn’t remember a time when his skin had ever felt this tight. Every nerve ending was poised in anticipation. The other men were forgotten in that moment. This was only about Brie.
He urged her lower, just enough for him to run the tip of his dick through her hot, wet pussy. His groan tore free on a flash of primal appreciation. His chest contracted, abdomen clenching with the raging need to claim her.
Her short gasp clipped the air. Her head dropped forward, pelvis rocking. The tease was both seductive and maddening. Yet...
“I love seeing you this way.” He winced. Fuck. Would she catch his slip? “Wanton and sensual,” he rushed on. “Owning all of it.”
A low purr rumbled from her throat. She braced her hands on his chest. That seductive smile was back when she rotated her hips to place the head of his cock in her opening.
Heat flared over his cock head and burned down his shaft to inflame his groin. Everything tensed with her slow descent. Inch by inch she lowered herself onto him until she rested on his hips, his dick fully engulfed in her heat.
“Fucking amazing.” He held her hips, eyes closing to savor the pulsing warmth surrounding him.
“You feel so good,” she mumbled.
“That is so fucking hot,” Cramer said. His bold statement snapped Ryan back to the reality of the moment.
This was sex. It was supposed to feel good. Be good.
And he’d make it better than good for Brie.
He gripped her hips and thrust up, unable to wait for her. Her cry urged him on. Drove him harder.
“Do you feel them watching you?” he taunted her. “The windows are wide open too. Can you feel the admiration? The desire? The craving to have you?” He grunted with his next thrust, need boiling. “But I’m the one who gets you. Only me.” He drilled that home with another hard drive.
“Yes.” The soft pant was lush with passion. “Yours.”
She was his—for this scene.
* * *
She was riding him on a table in front of other men. The reality of that barely penetrated her mind. She didn’t do things like that.
Yet she was.
And she loved it.
The truth burned through her chest and broke free on a wicked laugh. She rose up, swiveled her hips, waited. She only sank back down when he finally relaxed. “Mmm.” He was perfect in her. Thick. Firm.
She lifted, lowered. A moan rolled out.
“Beyond hot.” The agreement came from her left and she turned her head to shoot the guy a smile.
This entire experience was crazier than she’d dared to dream, and her imagination had run wild since Lori had dropped the opportunity in her lap. But this...
She let the power fill every good-girl crevasse until there was only this woman. This heady, sexy woman who owned this erotic display.
He was fully clothed beneath her. The soft cloth of his pants tickled her bottom on every descent. Somehow that was even more erotic. The imagined visual pinged every fantasy she’d never admit having.
Yet she could do it here. Live it.
She lost herself then, in the
deep thrusts that filled her completely and the hot flush overtaking every limb. He caressed her thighs, ran his palms up to cup her breasts. Kneaded them before pinching her nipples in a delicious sting that raced to the tension collecting in her groin. There were no thoughts other than hitting that spot, finding that rush, creating the build that would send her flying.
He ran his thumb over her clit, shooting off a burst of pleasure. She arched back, hands braced on his thighs. The muscles contracted and bulged beneath her grip in the most delicious way. He was strength and power.
And he was feeding it to her.
The distinctive slick and smack of their movements swam in her ears in a sexual rhythm of lust. Of increasing need.
He took over once again, planting his feet on the table to pound into her in a series of relentless drives that tossed her over the edge into the blind oblivion.
Her muscles tensed, held, then released in an explosion of ultimate ecstasy. Heat washed over her, wave after wave as he pushed her further, thrusting harder until she couldn’t think. Couldn’t respond.
His rough, harsh grunt seemed to rip from his gut. His hold on her hips tightened to almost unbearable with one last grinding drive that lifted her knees from the table and shattered everything within her.
And then she was falling, forward, into his arms. Exhausted, sated, numb.
So very numb.
Quiet.
The hard, persistent drum of his heart rang with her own beneath her ear. Soothing caresses drifted over her back to lull her further.
Beautiful. The entire night had been beautiful.
She was being shifted before she was ready to move, before she could on her own. Her limbs were heavy weights that refused to function when she tried to assist.
“You’re an amazing woman.” He kissed her forehead in the lingering goodbye she’d dreaded earlier. But this was the end.
The night was over. It rang in her conscious and dug at her heart.
How could it be over already?
She was moved again, lifted and then lowered until she was cradled in a lap. Jacob’s. His cologne hit her as totally wrong. Overwhelming when she longed for that subtler scent. Indistinct yet uniquely his now.