Eruption - Chapter 26 #2
"Stop." He grabbed my thighs to prevent me from moving. His warm tongue danced along my stomach and down, stopping right above my clit. "The thing is, I love foreplay. I love seeing you squirm. I love when you beg me."
He poured more of the hot liquid onto my stomach. This time, I stayed still. It wasn't burning me; it was warm, almost pleasant.
"Each time you move, I'm going to have to stop whatever I'm doing to lap up the coffee before it spills on my desk."
Coffee? This was going to make such a mess. I didn't want to picture Nita's face when James asked her to clean this up. "What are you going to be doing to me?"
"Teasing you until you follow the rules."
"James, don't you have a lot of work to catch up on? And someone might stop by to talk to..."
He pressed a finger down hard on my clit.
God. My back immediately arched.
His finger moved away as quickly as it had come and I felt his tongue slide down my stomach. "You're so bad at this."
"James."
"Penny." He poured more coffee on my stomach. I felt it flow downward and pool in my belly button. "How about you tell me why you were upset earlier." He kissed the side of my neck.
I kept my mouth shut.
He ran his fingers up the insides of my thighs and lightly nipped the top of my thigh, right beneath where I wanted him most.
I moaned softly.
"Tell me." He kissed the same spot and his hot breath lingered between my thighs.
I needed him. "You kissed Isabella."
His hands fell from my thighs. "What?" The seduction from his voice was gone.
I didn't want to tell him about how Isabella had tricked me.
Not when I couldn't see his reaction. Not when I was tied to his desk with no clothes on.
"I saw you," I lied. "Last week when she came here to talk to you and you ditched me for lunch.
" I pulled on the phone cord and made the drawer slam shut again. "I saw you kiss her."
"Jesus, Penny, why didn't you say something sooner? I didn't fucking kiss Isabella."
He was awfully defensive. The anger in his voice was palpable. "I saw you." I bit my lip. It wasn't really a lie. I had a photograph proving it. I tried to move again, but the phone cord dug into my wrists.
"Stop." He grabbed my arms to make me stop moving. With his other hand, he ran his thumb along my bottom lip again to keep me from biting it. "Then you only saw it for less than a second. Because she tried to kiss me, but I shoved her off immediately. I thought she was hugging me goodbye."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because there was nothing to tell. Isabella means nothing to me. I wasn't going to upset you for no reason."
"For no reason? Your ex wife kissed you and now you've been exchanging phone calls. You said she was being nice. What was I supposed to think?" And she's been harassing me.
"That I would never cheat on you."
I pressed my lips together. I immediately felt more liquid being poured onto my stomach. "James, I don't want to play this game anymore. Untie me."
"You don't trust me." He didn't ask it, he said it as a statement.
I wasn't sure if I did or didn't. I wanted to. Rob had made it seem like he hadn't cheated on me during his bachelor party. And James had just proved my suspicion that the kiss with Isabella wasn't what it seemed. Everything that Isabella had sent me was complete bullshit. "I do trust you."
"You don't. How do you not know how I feel about you after all this time? After everything we've been through?"
"I'm sorry. I do trust you."
"You trust me with your body." He ran his hand down the side of my waist and over my hip. "You're so beautiful." His voice sounded sad.
"James, I trust you."
"Not entirely."
"I do."
"Then prove it."
"What?"
He sunk his finger deep inside of me.
Fuck. I was just about to arch my back, but he grabbed my breast hard and held me down against the desk.
"Stop moving." His voice was forceful. He slid another finger inside of me, stretching me wide, and squeezing my breast even harder.
My body squirmed and his fingers immediately slid out of me. His tongue lapped up the coffee. He left a trail of kisses down my stomach and poured more coffee.
I felt his breath between my thighs again.
"If I wanted to be with someone else, I wouldn't have proposed to you." He thrust his tongue deep inside of me.
Oh my God. I could feel his anger with each ferocious stroke.
He was devouring me. I knew he was punishing me, but it felt so amazing.
His tongue was even warmer than usual because of the hot coffee.
It felt unbelievable. I moved my heels to the edge of the desk so that I could get some leverage to match his strokes, but his tongue stopped and the warmth was gone.
"James." I wanted to grab the back of his head and hold him in place. I pulled against my restraints again.
"Stop moving." He lapped up the coffee, his tongue somehow even arousing me when it wasn't deep inside my pussy.
"James, this isn't proving..."
He grabbed my hips and flipped my body so that my stomach was pressed against his desk. My feet barely touched the ground. I could feel papers sticking to my stomach. He slapped my ass hard. "Why aren't you listening to me?"
I liked the sting of his palm. And he knew it.
He slapped me again. "Why don't you trust me?"
"You proposed when we were still in Delaware. You could have changed your mind. It's been two and a half years."
He slapped my ass again.
Fuck.
He slapped me again in the same spot and then gently massaged my ass cheek. "And all I've done is love you."
He was right. Each and every day, he always told me and showed me just how much he cared. I didn't doubt his love. I was an idiot for thinking those pictures were real. "James..."
He slapped my ass again and slid his fingers back inside of my wetness.
Not slow and loving, but fast and rough.
He was fucking me hard with his fingers and I couldn't focus on what he had just said like this.
I gripped the edge of the desk with my hands as he picked up his rhythm.
I needed more. As if answering my unspoken thoughts, he ran his thumb against my clit. I moved my hips back into him.
His response was a hard slap against my ass. "You're getting cold feet."
I clenched around his fingers, feeling them even more intensely. "I'm not."
His fingers moved even faster. "Don't you dare come."
"James..."
He slapped me again. "Not until I tell you to." His thumb began to massage my clit in rhythm with his fingers fucking me relentlessly.
"I can't." I gripped his desk even tighter.
He slapped my ass again. "Why don't you trust me?!"
"Because you're too good for me!" I was surprised by my own honesty. But that was it. All of it stemmed from my own insecurities. Why on earth was he marrying me?
"You have no idea how you make me feel." He removed his fingers and slammed his cock deep inside of me.
I moaned way louder than I meant to. He felt so good inside of me.
"You have no idea how much I need you." He thrust faster, pressing my hips against the edge of his desk. "How much I crave you when we aren't together." He pulled my hair so that I was arching my back.
The phone cord dug into my wrists, but I barely noticed.
It was like he was fucking me back in his office at the University of New Castle, savoring how he felt inside of me, enjoying it more than he knew he would.
Each thrust made me climb higher and higher as his hips slammed into my sore ass cheeks.
"How much I love you." His pace was relentless.
"I love you too." Tears starting biting at my eyes. It was too intense.
He tilted his hips ever so slightly, hitting that spot of my anatomy that made me lose control. "Then come for me."
As soon as I clenched around him, he exploded inside of me. The familiar warmth spread up into my stomach, more forcefully than it ever had. I came hard as he continued to thrust in and out of me.
His groan of satisfaction made me feel more secure than I had in days. And he was suddenly being slow and gentle with his strokes. As if he needed me to know that it was more than just fucking to him. But I knew that. I had just gotten in my own head. He loved me just as much as I loved him.
He groaned again before pulling out of me.
I sighed and let my body relax against his desk. I had missed this feeling.
His fingertips trailed up over my ass, back, and neck until they slowly began to untie the silky tie from around my eyes.
"You're the one that's too good for me. I know you don't believe me, because you're too stubborn to listen to my reasons."
I couldn't help the smile that spread over my face.
This wasn't the first time I had told him he was out of my league.
No matter what he said, I didn't understand.
Because he was James Hunter. It would never make sense to me.
He had chosen me for some reason. I was the luckiest girl in the world.
I was always just worried the luck would eventually wear off.
"We were never going to be just a one time thing, baby." He kissed the side of my jaw. "We never could be. I can't even role play that scenario anymore...Miss Taylor."
The tie fell from my face and I opened my eyes. James was kneeling in front of me smiling. He was staring at me intently.
"Soon to be Mrs. Hunter, I hope?"
"Yes. I'm sorry. I just missed you and..."
He silenced me with a gentle kiss. "It's okay. But don't be afraid to talk to me about how you're feeling. You need to trust me." He ran the tip of his nose down the length of mine. "I would never cheat on you. You mean the world to me. All I need is you."
"I do trust you." I felt so foolish. I looked down at my hands and then back up at him. "Are you going to untie me?"
"I think I'd rather work like this." He sat down in his chair with a smirk on his face.
I laughed.
He buttoned up his shirt and put his tie back around his neck.
"Really, I need to get back to work." I lifted my wrists as much as I could.