Chapter 23
Ledgar
Watching her walk out of my office and into my penthouse set off a primal urge in me to have her.
No matter if I’m the rebound guy, tonight I want to make her forget if she will let me.
I want her body flush against mine while I consume her thoughts, her desires, her moans.
I want it all, and I need it now. I know as soon as I touch her, that fine line between loyalty and desire will be crossed, and there is no going back. I know that, and I cross it anyway.
I step up behind her, close enough that her back is brushing against my chest. I let my hand slowly, teasingly, slide down from her shoulder to her wrist, watching the way a small shiver pulls throughout her body.
“Do you still want me to leave?” A slight growl comes from me as she doesn’t move, just tilts her head ever so slightly as my breath hits her neck. Not moving away was her first mistake.
She shakes her head, a barely audible “no” leaving her lips. If I weren’t paying attention to her, I wouldn’t have caught it. It’s all I need from her to continue exploring her body.
My other hand slowly finds her waist. This is her last chance; she’d better take it. My restraint is already holding on by a thread. “Last chance,” I say, dangerously low. “You don’t get to want this…then walk away.” Her breath catches in her throat, but silence still surrounds us.
She doesn’t say anything, instead, she leans into me.
It’s enough to break through that last shred of control I was holding on to.
My fingers flex against her waist, bunching her thin nightgown in my hand as I pull her into me.
I turn her around to face me, searching her eyes for any sign of uncertainty.
There is none. She wants this as badly as I do.
My thumb brushes across her bottom lip, slower than it should, giving her one last second before I take those plump lips with mine.
She grips my shirt, closing the distance between us and crashing her lips onto mine.
She moans as our mouths meet, and I tighten my hold around her waist, pulling her even closer.
I run my tongue along her bottom lip, asking for access, and she responds with a soft moan, opening up for me and matching my tongue with hers.
I lift her, and her legs instinctively wrap around me.
Her breath catches against mine, and her fingers thread through my hair as she clings to me.
I keep her close as I move her backward until she’s pressed against the cold glass behind her.
The contact pulls a sharp breath from her, eliciting a small shiver.
I can see it in her eyes. The way she looks at me is like she understands exactly what this is and chooses to go with it.
My cock strains against the fabric of my pants, begging me to sink in her deep and unforgiving.
I glide my hand up her thigh until my fingers brush against the thin material of her panties.
She moans softly, arching her back as I inch my hand closer to where she wants it the most. I push her panties to the side and run a finger along her soaking entrance, bringing my finger to my mouth.
She watches me as I suck her delicious arousal from my fingers, a deep, gravely moan escaping as I do.
Grabbing the hem of her nightgown, she lifts it off over her head, tossing it to the floor.
Her round, perky tits are fully exposed before me, looking every bit ready for me to pull them into my mouth to suck on.
I take one in my mouth and suck hard, nibbling at her nipple, and feel her arch against me. My fingers circle slowly on her clit, teasing her as she rocks against my hand, begging for me to continue.
I nearly combust as she grinds harder, seeking her release and moaning into my ear at the same time. I can’t take it anymore. I fool with my belt, undoing it, while still holding her firmly against the window with my body.
My cock bounces free, weeping for her like a starved man.
Fuck, I know I won’t last long. Grabbing her panties, I rip them clean off, not being able to take anymore.
A moan mixed with a whimper leaves her lips.
She’s soaking wet for me. “You know this doesn’t end clean,” I murmur, rubbing my hard length against her wet heat.
She nods. Words are on the tip of her tongue, but she doesn’t speak them.
She reaches for me, and I lean back, denying her the control she wants.
Her arms then go to wrap around my neck, and I grab them, forcefully placing them against the window above her.
She grinds hard against my cock. She’s close.
I can tell by the way her breaths are few and far between and her rhythm picks up.
Those blazing brown eyes hold me captive as I stop her movements.
If looks could kill I’d be a dead man. Lining my cock up to her hot, wet entrance, I push inside her, bottoming out and nearly exploding.
Fucking hell. I allow her a second to adjust before slowly rocking back and forth.
“You're so goddamn tight,” I growl, barely keeping it together. Her legs clamp me harder as I pick up the pace. Her moans are getting louder with every thrust. She’s so close.
When I feel her body start contracting, I ease up, causing her to groan in frustration.
“You can come when I say you can come,” I grit out.
She rolls her eyes, and I continue my torture on her.
I release my grip on her hands and wrench her around.
She braces her hands in front of her, creating space between her and the glass.
Gripping her hip with one hand, I lift her other leg to her chest and slam back into her.
She nearly buckles at the sensation. I fuck her senseless until I feel my balls start to draw up.
Reaching around her, I kiss her neck and press my thumb to her clit, hard.
“Now,” I bite out. She screams as her sweet pussy contracts, squeezing me so hard I can’t stop myself.
I thrust into her harder, faster, my own release breaking from me as she milks my cock.
“Oh, God,” I moan, spilling into her without a care in the world.