6. Lexi
Chapter 6
Lexi
I didn’t want to think about what I was doing.
Who I was doing it with.
I just wanted to feel something other than disappointment or not being good enough for someone. I wanted to be wanted.
And his hard cock was anything but disinterested. It was a miracle that this man wanted me. My secret crush since forever. But this wasn’t about kid crushes. This was an adult woman taking what she wanted for once.
Even if he was my brother’s best friend and should be beyond off-limits. I drew him farther into the warehouse by his perfect handle.
“Leading me into temptation, Lex?” The slash of his white teeth in the shadows made my heart pound in my chest and in my very wet pussy.
I nodded. “You promised to show me what you could do with my desk.”
His jaw flexed in that way that made a woman do stupid things. Just like the vee of his exceptional abs that dipped below the zipper of his work pants. The close-cropped hair at the base of his shaft abraded my hand. I drew him out of his boxers and my breath backed up at the girth of him.
Hell, the length of him too.
Much different than the two men I’d been with in my lifetime.
My thumb brushed over the drop of precum, and I released him to bring it to my lips.
His eyes gleamed in the near darkness of the warehouse. Rain lashed the windows, but I could barely hear it over my raging heart.
Suddenly, my butt bumped into my metal desk.
He crowded into me, his hands on either side of my hips. “Harder.”
My eyes widened.
He dipped his gaze down to his rigid cock. “Grip it harder this time.”
With a shaking hand, I licked my palm then dipped into the cotton again. I stroked him. The heat over steel made me lick my lips. What would it taste like?
He growled. “Not this time.” He cupped my cheek, brushing his thumb over my lower lip. “Another time I’ll wear this red around my cock like a ring.”
Dear God, was that my pussy pulsing?
“Tighter.”
My fingers firmed around him and his mouth parted. “That’s it, baby. Lift that skirt and coat your hand.”
My breath caught.
“Like you haven’t touched yourself before. That jackass you were with didn’t leave you satisfied, did he? Did you have to finish yourself off after he rolled off you?” His eyes darkened. “The look in your eyes says yes . You won’t leave here without screaming my name, Lex.”
Slowly, I gathered my skirt and his eyes lasered in on each inch of thigh I revealed.
His fingers gripped the desk hard enough that it practically vibrated. “That’s it, baby.” He let go and stepped back. “Better yet, lose the underwear.”
The skirt of my dress fell over my arms as I peeled down my panties.
He held his hand out.
I frowned as I stepped out of them, almost tipping when they caught on my heel.
He grabbed me, then he took the panties.
“Hey.”
“Mine now.” He tucked them into his back pocket.
I leaned back against the desk, my eyes locked on his dick tight against this lower belly.
“You forgot a step, Lex.”
My gaze lifted to his with a frown.
“Coat that hand. I need it on me again.”
“Oh.” I could feel the flush racing up my neck, but I did what I was told. I hissed out a breath at how wet I was. Even worse than I feared.
God, he’d think I was so freaking desperate.
He pulled my hand from under my skirt and groaned and drew me close to him again. I wrapped my fingers around him, slicking down the length and back up. He growled, dragging my hand away to his mouth. He licked between my fingers, and I swayed toward him. “So wet for me. I can’t wait to feel that around me. But first,” he whirled me around and kicked my feet apart, “Hands on your desk.”
Dizzy with how much I wanted him and the quick spin, I really had no choice but to hold on.Then I felt my skirt lifting.
His hands slid up my thighs as his thumbs dug into the back of them, massaging his way up. My thick thighs that I always cursed—he couldn’t stop touching them. Those thumbs slid up along the inner skin to slip through my heat. I lowered my head, bracing myself on the desk.
He turned one hand and dipped one finger inside of me, causing us to sigh in unison.
He dragged his nose along my neck. My hair was tied up in a messy bun against the heat and humidity. Then his teeth nipped at the skin behind my ear, and he drove a second finger into me with a groan right in my ear. “Tight for me. So fucking tight. I need to get you ready for me.”
As if I wasn’t?
I went on my toes, pushing back on him.
“Fuck. You like that?”
His fingers were thick, but not what I wanted. “I want more.”
“How much more?”
“Inside me, Kai.”
He curled his fingers inside of me and the room went hazy. “I am inside you.”
“Not your fingers. I want you.”
“Want me what?”
I stomped my foot, the heel making a bang off the cement floor. “You know damn well what I want.”
“Say it, Lex.”
“Your cock. I want it. Inside me, now.”
He drilled into me so hard I went up on my toes. I was closer, but it wasn’t enough. Then his fingers were gone, and he pressed his forehead into the space between my shoulder blades. His wallet thumped onto my desk and the crinkle of a condom made my breath back up in my lungs.
I pushed my ass into him, restlessly.
“Fuck, Lexi. Just a minute.”
I didn’t want to wait a minute. I didn’t want to wait even a second. He dragged the tip of his cock through wetness with a hiss.
For a second, I wished there was no condom. That hard silk would feel so much better.
But then he slowly slipped inside of me until there was no more thought.
There was only unbelievable stretching. My fingers crinkled the papers on my desk as I groaned out the pure perfection of how he filled me up. His hands moved to my hips, and I shouted out his name as he pounded into me. The desk thundered along the floor, and I braced myself and just held on.
With one hand, he reached around me and dragged down the front of my dress, my breast spilling into his hand. He tugged at my nipple and the pressure built.
I wanted to reach around and hold onto him, but I needed both hands against my desk as he powered into me again and again. My thighs quaked and I cried out.
Then his other hand slid around, and he rubbed at my clit. The combination nearly buckled my knees as the room went dark and the pleasure cascaded through me. His name was a prayer and an oath as I came so hard I saw the stars from last night behind my eyelids.
He was my own meteor shower.
Then he gripped my hips, lifting one of my knees onto my desk to get closer inside of me.
He was ripping me apart in the very best way.
His guttural groan of my name tipped me into a second orgasm. This was exactly what I wanted.
What I’d needed.
When I came back into myself, I noticed the destruction of my desk. We’d pushed the phone off and my blotter had tipped off the desk.
He turned me around and lifted me onto the desk, his mouth wild on mine as he moved between my thighs. He tucked his hand under my dress to where I was splayed and rubbed his knuckle over my clit. “One more. I need one more.”
I didn’t have one more in me.
I jerked, and I threw my head back. “Kai, I can’t.”
“You can. I need it.” He flipped the front of my dress down, with my bra, and his head dipped to take my nipple in his mouth, sucking strongly until my knees gripped his hips.
I wrapped an arm around his back and lifted to meet his fingers. He circled my clit then I was gone again.
God, again .
How?
Because Kai.
When I lifted my head to meet his gaze, I saw the satisfaction in his eyes, and I lifted my other hand to push his face away from me.
He laughed. “I think we effectively used your desk.”
I dropped back on my desk, my feet dangling, and I didn’t even care.
“You stay like that and I’m going for round two.”
I sat up and hopped off the desk, only to wobble a little. When his grin widened, I rolled my eyes at him. “Anyone could make me delirious after the drought I’ve had. Don’t get too excited.”
He slid an arm around my back and tucked me against him. “No one else could do that to you, and you know it.”
I gripped his shoulders. I didn’t want to think about that.
This was just supposed to be fun.
He lowered his mouth to mine, kissing me as if he didn’t just fuck the life right out of me.
It was sweet and soft and the lingering mint on his tongue burned mine.
“What’s next?” he asked, against my mouth.
“What do you mean?”
“This can’t be it.” He dug his fingers into my ass.
There was such joy in his gray eyes. His hair was all mussed and sweaty at the temples and he was far too attractive for his own good. But maybe I needed a bit more of that joy.
“I always wanted to try making out in a truck.”
He grinned. “That I can handle.”
“Good.”
He kissed me again. “I think the rain stopped. Guess that means I gotta go back to work. This was much better than my usual lunch hour.”
I laughed. “Mine too. I do need my underwear back.”
“Nope.” He kissed me one more time, then he crouched to pick up the phone. “Told you they’re mine. See you tonight.”
I huffed out an annoyed breath as he slipped out the door.
My grin lasted a moment—or three.
He’d definitely kept his promise. My desk was in shambles.