by Steph
I’m even more focused now, every move I make calculated to wring more feeling from her.
I focus my attention for the moment on her clit, teasing the tiny nub and making her writhe. Then, just when I sense her body is at its breaking point, I pull back and sweep my tongue along her folds, as slowly and as delicately as I can.
She’s gasping for air now, erotic music to my ears. But I still feel her resistance against giving up everything.
And I want everything. I want her to give herself over to me completely.
Using my shoulders to open her legs even wider, I use the fingers of one hand to spread the lips of her pussy and expose her even more fully. Then I fuck her with my tongue, licking inside her as far as I can go.
Her back arches again and I place my hand on the soft skin of her belly to hold her down. I want her to lose herself but I want it on my terms, under my direction.
I delve higher inside her and feel her tighten around my tongue. The sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I can’t stop myself now. I have to make her come again.
She’s so close, I swear I can taste it. I grab her hips with both hands now and use my lips and tongue to push her over the edge.
She resists for several seconds, her muscles tightening. She reaches for my head, sinking her fingers into my hair as if holding me there, though I have no intention of going anywhere until she comes. And then I’m only going to move enough to stand so I can fuck her as she lies on the desk.
Finally, she breaks with a cry that echoes through the room, releasing my hair to once again grab the edge of the desk. Some primal part of me wants to beat my chest in victory.
I ruthlessly crush the urge and stand, sliding two fingers into her body to feel the still-powerful contractions.
Biting back a groan, I stare down at her, twisting my fingers, drawing out her orgasm. Her expression is ecstatic, her eyes closed tight. Her breasts quiver with each breath and I reach my free hand up to palm one. The nipple pebbles and heat pours off her skin, intensifying her scent. It’s already embedded in my brain and I’m afraid I won’t be able to forget it easily.
But that’s a problem for tomorrow. Right now, my cock aches. I have to get inside her.
I reach for the button on my jeans and rip it open then dig the condom out of my front pocket.
Her eyes are still closed so she has no idea I have it. Maybe she’ll eventually wonder why I had one so handy. Soon enough she’ll realize how much of tonight was premeditated.
But for now, I want to keep her in this dazed and sex-drugged state for as long as possible.
And I want to enjoy the feeling of putting her there.
Setting the condom on the desk next to her, I release my zipper. At the metallic snick, her eyes open and she stares at me through heavy-lidded eyes. Her expression is relaxed, her lips slightly parted. Her hair spreads across my desk, inky black and almost liquid in its smoothness.
Sex incarnate.
My cock throbs, pushing through the opening of my jeans. I’m naked beneath them and every rasp of fabric against my skin ratchets my lust. I want her hands on my body, wrapped around my cock, but I’m afraid if she touches me, this’ll be over faster than I want.
How fucking embarrassing would that be? To come in her hand like a horny teenager?
I pride myself on having more control than that and I won’t let this thief steal that from me.
The reminder of who she is helps me regain a little much-needed control and I pull in a deep breath to center myself.
Still, there’s a part of me that wants to lose myself in her, even though I know that could have catastrophic results.
As I stand there, she pushes herself up onto her elbows and stares at me with wide eyes. Not frightened but unsure, possibly rethinking our deal.
I’m definitely not.
I reach for her shoulders and pull her up until she’s sitting on the edge again. She obliges without hesitation and, when she’s upright, I slide my right hand down her arm and draw her hand to my cock.
She gives no resistance, wrapping her hand around my shaft and gripping me in her warm palm.
Her touch is electric and my cock jerks as if shocked. I bite back a groan, the effort required sending warning signals to my brain.
But I can’t stop now. The woman I’ve been obsessing over for months is about to be mine.
“Stroke me.”
My voice is barely recognizable and she blinks but her hand begins a slow, steady pump. Root to tip and back to root. Her grip is tentative at first, not tight enough. But I resist the urge to wrap my hand around hers and force her to do what I want. She has to do this herself. Has to want it.
But her almost gentle exploration may kill me. I lock my jaw against the urge to tell her to hurry and watch her gaze drop to her hand on my cock. A second later, I feel her other hand reach between my legs and cup my balls.
My head falls back on my shoulders and my eyes close for several seconds until I force them open again. Then I dip my gaze to watch as well.
Her delicate hands belie a strong grip and she tightens her hold on my cock as she plays with my balls, rolling them in her hand, tormenting me.
The next time her hand reaches the top of my cock, she lets her palm sweep over the top then slicks my cock with the precum. The lubrication makes her fist tighten, makes me grit my teeth against the rising urge to come.
I close my eyes tight for a second before I open them to see her staring up at me.
Her breath brushes against my chest. If I get any closer, she’ll have to tilt her head back so far it might hurt.
I don’t want to hurt her.
Liar.
I shut down that train of thought and concentrate only on the sensations rioting through my body. Beneath the lust is the satisfaction that she’s initiating this.
She’ll remember that I haven’t forced her to do this.
She wants to. She wants me. She can’t fake that look of desire.
Which just makes you an even bigger prick.
That doesn’t matter now. The only thing that matters is fucking her.
Her head drops to watch her hands and she increases her pace. It still isn’t enough.
“Harder.”
She swallows so hard I hear her but she does what I tell her, tightening her hands around my cock and balls. That’s more what I like, just to the point of painful.
I let her continue for several long seconds, firing my lust, before I bring my hands to her breasts again. They barely fill my palms but they’re soft and enticing and I bend forward to suck one into my mouth again.
Her soft gasp of pleasure induces the urge to put my mouth all over her. I kiss my way up the slope of her breast to the soft skin where her neck meets her shoulder and I bite her, hard enough for her to jerk, then I run my tongue over the skin to soothe her. And to taste her.
So warm, slightly salty. Too tempting to ignore.
I continue around her neck to her other shoulder, taking small bites along the way.
Her hands still and I lift my head to speak directly into her ear. “Don’t stop.”
She shivers but doesn’t start again and I pull back to find her staring up at me, her mouth set in a slight frown.
“I’m not your whore.”
That word coming out of her mouth is jarring and my gaze narrows. Is she going to say no now? Is she going to walk away? I’m not sure I’ll allow her to and that could cross a line I’m not sure I’m prepared to cross.
Up until this moment, she’s agreed to everything. She’s about to turn the tables and I can’t allow that to happen.
Reminding her why she was here should do the trick.
“No, you’re not. You’re convincing me of your need for that file.”
For a second, her bottom lip quivers and I think she might actually cry. It wouldn’t matter a damn bit but it may force my hand and make me send her on her way sooner than I want.
Then she takes a
breath, and another, and releases me.
“Then fuck me and let me leave.”
She leans back again, elbows on the desk, staring at me defiantly.
I stifle a smile at her bravado. “Put the condom on me.”
Her gaze drops to my cock then rises again. “Put it on yourself.”
A battle of wills. Now I let myself grin. I won’t lose but I’ll allow her to think she might actually have a chance.
“Are you telling me no?”
That tiny nose sticks up farther in the air. “Maybe I want to watch you put it on.”
Fuck yeah. “Do you like looking at my cock?”
Pink washes into her cheeks but her eyes don’t stray from mine.
“I just want to get this over with.”
“You don’t sound like the same woman who was moaning as you came around my tongue a few minutes ago.”
That pink becomes a red flush but her mouth stays stubbornly shut. I want her to battle with me, want her to fight.
“Are you going to tell me you didn’t enjoy it?’
Still no sound. That’s turning me on almost as much as her nudity and the fact that I’ve made her come twice already.
“I guess you don’t have to say anything, do you? But it just makes me want to hear you scream my name that much more.”
Defiance flashes across her expression. “I can tell you right now, I’m not going to scream your name.”
Another challenge.
I move my hand to my cock and stroke it from root to tip, just like she had. Her gaze drops to follow.
“You like to watch, don’t you?”
Her lips quiver, like she wants to answer, but she holds the words back. Then her mouth flattens into that stubborn line again.
I let myself smile and her eyes widen in shock, probably because she can tell it’s real.
“Do you like watching a man get himself off?”
I stroke myself again, but this time, she won’t look down. She almost looks shocked. Or embarrassed. But there’s no mistaking her arousal.
“Have you ever watched a man jerk off?” I keep a slow steady pace with my hand, ignoring the fact that it wasn’t her hand. “We have a different way of handling our own bodies. We’re rougher.”
She can’t seem to stop herself. “Then what do you need me for?”
I let my smile widen. “Because a woman’s hand is softer. Smaller. Delicate.”
She draws in a deep breath. And pauses, her gaze locked with mine.
“Are you going to talk all night? Or are we going to finish this?”
She tries to look nonchalant but her breasts give her away. They rise and fall at an ever-increasing pace, the mounds quivering and her nipples flushing a dark pink.
“Right now, I want you to watch.” I put my free hand on her chin but I don’t force her head down. I want her to look on her own. “Watch me, Olivia.”
She shivers when her name leaves my lips. “Why?”
“Because I want you to.”
Another, longer pause and I see her brain begin to work. I see doubts and questions rise.
I’m so close to my end game. I can’t lose her now. It’s a risk to push her. She could walk and end the game prematurely. But right now, I’m thinking more with my dick than my brain. And that’s a problem.
I try to push the lust back, to think more clearly, but I might already be too far gone. I won’t jeopardize my plans but I’m not about to let her go without finishing this.
And I hope she wants to finish this just as much as I do.
“Or have you lost your nerve?”
Chapter Seven
Olivia
My brain flashes red with warning. Maybe it’s been doing that since Aiden and I started this…whatever this is.
I can’t call it a game. There’s too much on the line. It’s more like cat-and-mouse. And the cat’s about to devour me.
He’s already had a taste and I barely survived. Now he wants to finish me off and I’m not sure I’ll be the same when he’s done.
He’s trying to goad me into giving him what he wants. If I don’t, I don’t get the file. If I do… What does that make me?
Horny as all hell, that’s what.
My body is more than willing. Each of the preceding orgasms have pushed me a little farther toward the edge of no return.
I’d already resigned myself to going over that edge but now… Now I realize I want to be pushed over.
And I want him to do it…need him to do it.
Up until just a few seconds ago, I’d been telling myself I’d do whatever it took to get that file. Now I’m wondering if letting him fuck me is going to take me a step too far over a line I don’t think I should cross.
Yes, I’ve already crossed so many tonight, what was one more?
And yet…
I want him. These past two weeks, while I watched him, I’ve fallen for him. I hate to admit it but I want him to want me like a man wants a woman. I also know that isn’t going to happen here.
He’s using me, just as I’m using him.
So let him use you and be done with it.
Except now he wants me to watch him stroke himself and this feels almost too personal. And how stupid is that?
Too stupid to let it keep me from getting that file.
“No, I haven’t lost my nerve.” I meet his gaze again. “Go ahead. Stroke yourself. I’ll watch.”
Then I let my gaze fall and try not to swallow my tongue.
His hand is huge but it doesn’t overshadow his cock. So that’ll tell you how big his cock is. I mean, it’s not grossly oversized, not long, but damn, is it thick.
I swallow and try to calm my breathing but it’s a losing cause.
Then his hand begins to move again and I’m transfixed.
He begins slowly, dragging his palm and fingers along the shaft to just under the head then pulling back down. The head is a deep shade of red and the shaft is heavily veined. My fingers twitch, as if aching to touch him.
As he begins to move faster, I sneak a glance at his face and find him watching me, his eyes narrowed and focused on me.
I can’t maintain eye contact and let my gaze fall again to his fingers, now moving with more speed. I can’t imagine he isn’t hurting himself the way he pulls and tugs. I can never imagine handling him like he’s treating himself.
Instead I think about kneeling on the ground, putting my mouth over him and sucking him in.
The thought makes me drag in a rough gasp, my fingers digging into the edges of the desk. I’ve almost forgotten I’m naked but now I remember and my thighs move restlessly against the wood.
My hands flex against the edge of the desk and my nails dig into the wood as he picks up even more speed. I wonder if he’s going to make himself come, if he’ll shoot over my stomach.
I must be out of my mind because I don’t want him to come anywhere but inside me.
I want him to fuck me.
“If you make yourself come, do I still get the file?”
It was the only thing I could think to say to distract myself from the mesmerizing sight before me.
I lift my gaze a second before his mouth quirks in a hard-edged grin.
“I’m not going to come until I’m so far inside you, you won’t be able to breathe.”
He looks deadly serious and I need to knock him down a peg. I can’t let him get away with that.
“You can try.”
That grin turns into a true smile, turning him even more devastatingly handsome than he already is.
“That’s a dare you’re going to lose.”
Oh god, I hope so. “You have a pretty high opinion of yourself.”
“I haven’t had any complaints.”
No, I bet he hasn’t, under normal circumstances. But these aren’t normal circumstances.
“Do all your deals include sex?”
If I think I can throw him off his game, I’m sadly mistaken.
“No. Only those
where I find a beautiful woman sneaking into my house to steal from me.”
“Technically, I was sneaking out.”
I’m trying not to show my increasing desire for him but between the banter and the motion of his hand still wrapped around his cock, I’m sinking even further into lust and I’m afraid I’m going to lose myself.
“Semantics.” His voice has deepened. “Now…grab the condom and put it on me.”
I blink and suck in a sharp breath. Where the hell am I supposed to get—
“It’s on the desk beside you.”
I look to the left and there it is, a small square foil packet. I pick it up and hold it between us.
When the hell had he put it there? How did I miss that?
Uncertainty swamps me and I stare at that little packet for several long seconds. When I open this, my fate is sealed. It’s the point of no return.
I don’t want to say no. I just wish…
What? That I’m not being blackmailed for sex by the man on whom I’ve developed an unhealthy obsession?
That I’m not sitting on his desk naked for any reason other than the fact that he wants me?
“Olivia? Are you saying no?”
I look up, into his eyes. “What do you get out of this? Are you a degenerate who gets off on having sex with women who can’t say no?”
The words come out a little harsher than I’d planned and his eyes narrow again. I brace for a blow. I know how to take a hit.
He does nothing but stand there until, after several seconds, he takes a step away.
“You’re free to leave. You have been this entire time. I’m not going to call the police. But you don’t get to leave with the file.”
I stay silent, watching him, trying to figure out what I should do. I really only have one option.
I lift the condom between us and rip it open.
His expression never changes but his jaw clenches. Had he been afraid I’d leave? Would he have cared?
“Put it on me.”
The growl in his voice makes me think he would’ve been disappointed if I’d left.
Or I’m projecting something that isn’t there to justify my behavior when I really should be getting this over with so I can leave as soon as possible.
And yet, I don’t want it to be over so fast.