by Steph
I’ve been holding his gaze for long seconds now, the torn foil wrapper in my hand. He hasn’t moved, hasn’t made a sound since he told me to put it on.
My gaze drops again and I let myself stare at his groin. He’s no longer touching himself and I can see his cock, naked and straining toward me.
I should walk out. Kick him in the balls now when he’s least expecting it and run with the file.
A good thief does whatever it takes to get the prize. But I want to do him.
I want to finish this. I want my prize and I want him.
Then I’ll leave and never return. Never see him again.
I take the condom out of the packet and drop the packet on the desk. Then I sit up straighter, getting closer to him, and fit the condom to the head of his cock.
His lungs contract and he sucks in an audible breath, the first sign, besides his erection, that he’s affected by me.
It makes me bolder.
I roll the condom down his shaft, my fingers taking care to smooth and pet. I feel the heat of his skin through the latex, feel the pulsing blood beneath. The condom is lubricated and slick but I know he won’t have any trouble entering me.
I’m wet and waiting. I only have to think about him fucking me and I get even wetter.
I force myself to breathe deeply and get a shot of air laced with his scent. Nothing overpowering, just subtly male with an underlying hint of sandalwood. Masculine. Makes me want to lick his skin.
I swallow hard as my fingers finally reach the base of his cock. I pull back, put my hands back on the edge of desk, and stare directly into his eyes.
His gaze is almost too intense to hold but I do.
“Tell me again, Olivia. Say it.”
I know what he wants from me. At this point, I’m willing to give him anything he wants to make him fuck me.
Except beg. I won’t do that.
But I will say what he wants to hear. “Yes.”
Without hesitation, he shoves one hand into my hair, tilting my head back, and finally he puts his mouth over mine and kisses me.
The shock of his lips taking mine steals my breath and I reach for his shoulders to push him away, just so I can breathe. He won’t let me retreat more than a few centimeters but it’s enough for me to fill my lungs.
As soon as I do, I feel the tip of his cock touch the lips of my sex, pushing between them, the pressure to part building as my hands on his shoulders hold him tight.
I don’t push him away but I don’t try to drag him closer, either. I don’t think I could even if I tried because he’s controlling my every movement.
With his hands on my hips, he prevents me from tilting my pelvis forward, which I want to do to force his cock higher inside me. To give me more.
Instead, he goes slow and steady, his cock spreading my labia, making my sheath tighten and ache. Frustration builds from a pit in my stomach to a grinding ache between my thighs.
I lift my legs to wrap around his waist. He doesn’t object or force them down so I tighten them, my heels digging into his ass, trying to pull him closer.
Instead, he pulls out, making me moan into his mouth. He takes the advantage to slide his tongue into my mouth and I suck on him, desperate for relief, to drive him crazy, make him as mad as I feel so that I can gain some ground here.
I swear I feel his mouth curve in a smile against mine and now I’m so damn horny and angry. Angry that he won’t give me what I want. What I need.
I nip at his tongue and he pulls away, grinning outright now.
“Getting a little frustrated?”
His smile is not nice but I don’t want nice. I want dirty. And I want it now.
“Maybe I just want this to be over.”
His grin widens even more. “Now that’s an outright challenge. Because I don’t want this to be over. At least not until the sun’s shining high above the horizon.”
I think of the hours between now and then, think of all we can do in that space of time, and I suck in air because, all of a sudden, I can’t breathe.
“I’m going to take you on this desk and make you scream my name. Then I’m going to take you to that chair and you’re going to ride me until you can’t move and then I’ll help you until I get off.”
My gaze flicks to the chair where he’d been sitting and I see the image in my mind, exactly what he wants me to do.
When I drag my gaze back to his, I lean closer. “Then do it. Now.”
Some emotion passes over his expression but it’s gone before I can decipher it. In the next second, he grabs my hips and pulls me forward and sinks deep. The abrupt intrusion is a shock to my system and I gasp, my brain short-circuiting at the sense of fullness. My hands slap on his shoulders, though I’m not sure whether I’m pulling him closer or pushing him away. Maybe both.
My nose is centimeters from his chest, still covered by his t-shirt. I want to rub the tip against his chest but I want skin-on-skin contact.
I’m not sure if I can form a coherent sentence, while his cock is deep inside me…not deep enough.
I’m hanging on to my control by a thread. And I want him to lose the shirt.
I let my hands slide from his shoulders down his biceps, hear his breath hiss in through his teeth.
Yes. He’s not as untouchable as he appears. My hands continue down to his waist while he holds steady inside me. If the situation weren’t so surreal, I would laugh. But I’m so turned on, all I can do is focus on one thing at a time.
Now, I want him as exposed as I am.
I slip my hands under the hem of his tight black t-shirt and swallow hard as my palms land on bare skin. Hot to the touch and sleek. I run my fingers up his abs, rigid and defined. I’d seen him walk through the house many times in the past week without the shirt and I’d fantasized about touching him. About licking my way up those abs and teasing his nipples with my tongue and teeth, like he’d done to me.
My body tightens around him at the thought and I hear him groan, feel his body tense.
He takes a step closer and inches me forward and now he’s buried as deep as he can possibly be, my thighs spread wide and my legs wrapped around his waist.
My obsession with taking his shirt off grows until I grab the hem and tug it up. For a few seconds, I don’t think he’s going to let me strip it off. Finally, he releases my hips and helps me get it over his head.
My mouth waters at the sight. This close, it’s so much more enticing. I lift my hands to stroke his pecs, covered lightly with dark hair. Aiden doesn’t manscape and damn if that isn’t sexier than any shaved and oiled model ever could be.
He stills at my touch and I play my fingers over his nipples, tight and pointed and nearly hidden. I brush the hair out of my way then lean forward to put my mouth on him.
I tease the tip of my tongue over his nipples and his hands settle on my shoulders, fingers tightening until I know I wouldn’t be able to get away unless he allows it.
But I’m not going anywhere until he gives me what I want. And I don’t just mean the file.
There’s a subtle shift in the mood between us. I can’t explain it and, at the moment, I don’t care. I only know he needs to feel a bit of the same wildness he’s raised in me.
While I play my tongue against his nipples, I stroke my hands around to his back and slide my fingers beneath the waistband of his jeans. He’s only pushed them down far enough to release his cock, now hot and hard inside me.
I push them down even farther so I can put my hands on his ass. I pet him, squeeze him, and lightly tease the crease between his cheeks, which makes him growl low in his chest.
Power sweeps through me and I know, at that moment, I could do whatever I want to him and he wouldn’t complain—
He pulls back and thrusts forward, stealing my breath and my concentration. And making my body shake and contract around him.
My gaze flashes up and locks with his. I see the wildness there I hadn’t before. A muscle jumps in his tight jaw.
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br /> “You’re going to want to hold on.”
I don’t get to say anything because he repeats his actions, pulling out until only the tip remains inside then shoving forward with a controlled thrust and sinking deep.
My arms automatically go around his shoulders, arching my back to press my chest against his, as if he’s going to provide me with stability.
But no, he wants to strip whatever stability I have left.
“Look at me while I fuck you, Olivia. I want to see your eyes. I want to drown in them. And I want you to drown with me.”
I’m already halfway there and it won’t take much to push me under completely.
Every word he says sends a shiver through my body as I ache from his intrusion. I want him to move. I want him to fuck me hard and fast but I want what he promised. To take me all night long.
I don’t want this to be over because when it is…
When it is, I’ll have to face reality.
Another withdrawal but this time he pushes in so slowly, I swear I can’t breathe. My sex draws him in, milks him. Every breath I take is laced with his scent and I swear it makes me high.
“Faster.”
My voice is barely above a whisper but I know he hears me because his beautiful lips curves into that rough smile that makes my stomach twist and turn like I’m on a roller coaster.
“No.”
He pulls out again, even slower than before. I can feel every bump and ridge and I hate the intrusion of the condom. That’s how far gone I am. And I just don’t care.
I lift one hand from his shoulder and wrap it in his hair as he tilts his pelvis and works his way back inside.
I tug, not caring if it hurts. He can take a little pain. He can probably take a lot.
“Yes.”
He seats his cock deep again and I feel the hair at his groin tickle against my sex. “You’re in no position to demand anything. In fact, I think you need to be reminded where your place is. Lie back, Olivia. I want to watch you.”
I freeze. If I lie back, I’ll be completely exposed. And I won’t be able to touch him. I won’t be able to anchor myself.
“Lie back.”
I shake my head. “No.”
“I’ll make it worth your while. Do it, Olivia.”
There’s a request in his tone but there’s also a demand and I freeze. He puts his hands on my shoulders and presses me back. He doesn’t force and I go, reluctantly, until I’m staring at the ceiling and my body is trembling almost violently.
I don’t know why I’m having this reaction, don’t know why every sensation is suddenly intensified. But now I’m lying here shaking and waiting for him to move.
When he finally does, thrusting forward with a little more force, I’m shocked. And so damn aroused, I’m already halfway to another orgasm.
Another thrust and I can’t contain a gasp.
He stops, his hips pressed against my thighs, spreading me open, exposing me.
“Am I hurting you?”
He sounds as if he’s gritting his teeth, holding himself back. I shiver at the restrained emotion in his voice, wondering what would happen if he let himself go.
Part of me wants to push him past that restraint. Part of me wants him to finish so I can leave.
A very small part, if I’m honest.
Because, honestly, I’ve never felt more alive than I do right at this moment. My life is so restricted, so constrained. But here, now, I feel like I’m not me. I’m someone else whose life won’t be completely upended by this act when I leave.
And I will leave and never see this man again.
In answer to his question, I raise my arms over my head, grab the opposite edge of the desk to brace myself, then tighten my legs and bring him even closer.
Drawing my gaze from the ceiling, I look into his eyes.
“Do it. Fuck me. Now.”
Chapter Eight
Aiden
I feel my restraint snap like it’s an actual physical thing when Olivia tells me to fuck her.
My muscles tense in anticipation and, for a split second, I wonder if I might hurt her. Then my body takes over and I pull back, only to slam home a split second later.
Her tight sheath makes me want to growl, her muscles pulsing around my cock pull me deeper. I barely maintain enough control to remain standing. Any more provocation and I would be grabbing her off the desk, throwing her on the floor, and pounding into her like an animal.
For a second, I realize this is not how I expected this night to go. Part of me never expected her to agree to my plan. Part of me remains stunned that she has.
Then there’s the rest of me, who wants everything she has to give and more.
I know if I take everything, if I lose myself in her completely, I’ll never let her walk out the door. I’ll throw her in a bedroom and keep her against her will if I have to. I won’t care if she cries, screams, pleads.
I’ll keep her because I want her and I won’t let anything stand in my way.
I suck in air and attempt to steady myself but I’m already pulling back so I can thrust again. I look down at her as I sink my cock all the way to the root. Her inner thighs feel like silk against mine and my fingers knead her flesh in time to my thrusts.
With her arms stretched above her head, her breasts seem even smaller and more delectable. I could bend down and put my mouth on them but I’m enjoying the depth I can achieve in this position.
I hover directly on the edge of a mind-blowing orgasm and I’m not sure how I keep myself from tipping over. But some part of me knows that when I come, she’ll leave.
And I’m nowhere near finished with her.
As I thrust in an ever-increasing rush, my right hand slides from her hip to her belly, spreading wide, then dipping down so I can tweak her clit with my thumb and forefinger.
I want to wring every last response from her body and am rewarded with a moan and a deep arch in her back, forcing my cock to shift higher inside her. I let my fingers play with that little nub for long seconds as I fuck her, getting off on the way she squirms and works her body on my dick.
Every little sound she makes, my body surges with more power. I have to grip her hip even tighter so I don’t push her across the desk.
Her eyes are closed now and her lips slightly parted, her expression slack with desire.
And suddenly, it’s not enough.
I tear myself away and her eyes fly open as she gasps, her legs clasping my hips tight, as if she doesn’t want me to get away.
She bites her lip against the question I see in her eyes but, in the next second, I grab her off the desk and stride to the chair by the fireplace.
Her arms go around my shoulders though I won’t drop her. Her gaze locks with mine as I lower into the chair. Her knees land on either side of my hips and I reach for her waist to steady her because she wobbles.
I don’t give her or myself time to catch our breath. With one hand, I point my cock straight up and, with the other, I pull her down on top of it.
She doesn’t sink slowly. She takes me in fast, surrounding me, burying me deep.
Her breath hitches and I suck in air and clench my jaw until it hurts.
I give her several seconds to adjust to the position before I take over again. Our gazes are level and I see the stormy grey of her eyes just before they flutter shut as I lift her away then let gravity work as she slides back down.
She’s so damn slim and my cock is thick but she takes every inch of me until I’m the one trying not to gasp for air.
She can’t gain the upper hand here. Can’t be allowed to have any measure of control.
But I’m losing the battle against my own desire. I want her too badly to hold back.
“Faster.”
My voice is almost too guttural to understand but she obeys and I lean forward to fasten my teeth to one bouncing nipple. Her head falls back as she moans, her hands on my shoulders giving her the leverage she needs.
I thru
st up and she sinks down and we fall into a rhythm that’s driving us both closer to that edge I promised her.
I can tell myself that I still have control but I’d only be lying to myself.
In that second, I give her what I swore to myself I wouldn’t. I give her control.
As I suck her nipple into my mouth, she winds her fingers into my hair and pulls me even closer. I ravage her breast, sucking and nipping before moving to do the same to the other as she sets the pace.
I’m too far gone to care. I only want to come.
My balls are tight and I feel my climax building, my muscles aching. I want my mouth on hers when I blow. I want to taste her sweet lips and sink my tongue into her mouth.
I want her fucking mouth.
Releasing her breast, I put one hand between her thighs, ruthlessly playing with her clit with my thumb, and use my free hand to palm her head and slam my mouth against hers.
Her lips open immediately and I slide my tongue into her mouth.
She moans and comes with a full-body shudder. Her pussy clenches around me, milking my cock until I can’t hold back and I explode, my cock pulsing my release into the condom, my arms wrapped around her body as if I can’t get her close enough.
And when she finally goes limp in my arms, I’m not sure I’m going to honor my word and let her leave.
Chapter Nine
Olivia
I can barely breathe. My heart pounds against my ribs like a trapped bird and I’m pretty sure I might actually hyperventilate.
I’m fighting to take slow, deep breaths but I’m losing the battle. Every breath I draw in smells like him. He’s still pulsing inside my body, and he has me pressed against his chest so tightly, I feel his heart thumping against mine.
The intimacy of the situation is fucking with my head and I’m actually arguing with myself about how right this feels. The rational part of my brain knows this situation isn’t right. This situation is so far from normal, it’s practically psychotic.
And yet…I don’t want to leave.
And that’s the most insane thought I’ve had all night.
Panic works its way back into my system and he must be able to tell because his arms tighten even more. The false sense of security helps to calm my heart rate but after several long seconds, reality seeps in.