Chapter 3
OLIVIA
Islide off the stool and follow Carter. I have no idea where we’re going and don’t care. Not since he mentioned all the ways he wants to have me.
God. His language alone has me dripping wet. Add in the X-rated images flashing through my mind and I’m soaking the crotch of my jeans, never mind my thong.
We hit the dark hallway that leads to the restrooms and I wonder if he plans to fuck me in the bathroom. I did want sex against a wall…
A shaft of disappointment hits when he bypasses the ladies, the gents, another door marked staff only, and keeps going.
Is he taking me to a back alley? Before I can even finish the thought, he pushes open a door to the side of the exit I hadn’t seen in the darkness of the corridor and motions me in.
Stepping over the threshold, I find a large office. A big desk dominates the space, while a long couch covers the wall opposite it. Either of those would be—
I don’t get a chance to finish the thought. In less than a heartbeat, Carter grabs my arm and spins me around, pressing me back against the wall, his mouth on mine.
His tongue thrusts between my lips, hot and demanding, and a moan slips up my throat as I open wider and answer his greedy strokes with my own.
He pins me to the wall with his mouth while his hands go to work on my jeans.
The speed in which he has them undone and shoves a hand inside steals what little breath his hungry kiss hasn’t.
He growls into my mouth when he hits slick wet heat that makes it easy for him to push his fingers deeper into my pussy.
Tearing his mouth from mine, he groans. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” His gaze drops and another groan leaves his lips. I’m powerless to do anything but copy his action and look down.
What I see has me sucking in a breath so sharp it stings and more liquid spilling from my body as my pussy contracts with need.
“Yeah, fucking hot, isn’t it? Watch while I fuck this juicy cunt with my fingers.”
He tests me with a fingertip, then drives two fingers deep while pressing my clit with his thumb. The combined assault pushes me to my toes with a muttered, “Oh God.”
“God’s not gonna save you, Princess.”
Setting a rhythm that has every nerve in my body firing, he strokes deep and presses. Slides out and circles. He repeats the motion faster and faster until I’m clutching his shoulders and panting for breath, little whimpers and moans falling from my lips.
I’m going to come. We’ve barely gotten started and I’m right on the edge.
“Yeah, that’s it. Let go for me. Soak my hand, Princess.”
His words are like a trigger, setting off an orgasm that robs me of breath and thought. My head drops back with a dull thud against the wall as pleasure so intense it hurts blasts through me. It goes on and on, leaving me shattered in the best way. I’ve never come so hard in my life.
And I’ve never gotten off this quickly. Never had anyone talk to me the way Carter does and I’m not ashamed to admit I like it.
I like it a lot.
When he pulls his hand free of my clenching pussy and shoves at my pants, he growls, “Get them off. I have to fuck you now.”
His voice sounds strained through gravel and even caught in a post-orgasm daze, I know his control is a thin thread, and in spite of my mind-shattering orgasm, he’s not the only one. Pushing at my jeans and thong, I’m desperate to get them off. Desperate to feel him inside me.
He lets go and steps back. “Finish stripping. I need a condom.”
His commanding words snap me out of my lust haze and I remember who’s supposed to be in charge of this encounter. Reaching into my bra, I pull out a foil packet. “Got one.” Smiling, I toss it at him.
“The order still stands. Get ’em off. All the way. The top half too.” He yanks open his jeans while he talks and I wonder how the material doesn’t tear with how vicious his movements are. “Hurry up, Princess, or I’m rippin’ those clothes off you.”
His growled words get me moving. Flicking off my flip-flops, I push my pants down and kick my feet free while grabbing the hem of my sweater and tugging it up over my head.
“Jesus.”
Quickly tossing my top aside, I focus on Carter. He’s staring at me with a blazing hunger that takes me right back up to the peak he just pushed me off.
“You’re hotter than I imagined. And believe me. I imagined.”
He moves in on me then, and when his body brushes mine, I realize he’s naked. I was so mesmerized by his gaze, the look of tortured pleasure straining his face, that I didn’t notice he’d undressed. And now I won’t get a good look at him because he’s gripping my waist and lifting me off the floor.
“Wrap your legs around me.”
Without question, I do what he says, and the hot press of skin on skin sends shuddering waves of need through my core.
“Take me in, Princess.”
“Condom?”
“On.” Carter bucks his hips. His cock slides through my folds, the heat—the hardness—all but pushing me off the ledge I’m riding. “Now take me all the way in.”
I’m not sure I want to let him in. He’s going to make me come again just by filling me. I’ve never been this responsive—this turned on.
“Now, Princess.”
Taking control, he uses his big hands to tilt my hips and line our bodies up. My shoulders press against the wall, and my hands grip his biceps, my legs wrapping around his waist in a vise-like hold.
This position shouldn’t work. He shouldn’t be able to manipulate my body the way he wants so easily, but he does.
Placing the head of his cock at my opening, he locks his gaze on mine and growls, “Are you ready for me to fuck you, Princess? ’Cause I have to say it’s too bad if you’re not.”
With the flex of his hips, he plunges into me. A cry tears from my throat as he fills me with what has to be the biggest cock I’ve ever had.
I’m so wet, so ready, and yet he stretches me to the point of pain, fills me to overflowing and he doesn’t seem to care if I can take him or not.
“You’ll get used to it,” he pants as he pulls out and shoves back in again. Over and over, he retreats and plunges.
It’s hot.
It’s hard.
It’s rough.
And it’s all I need to fly once more.