Chapter 9 #2
“Like this?” she asked hesitantly. I lost the battle to keep my hands off her and gripped her waist. Shit.
She was small. Probably one of those Pilates princesses that all the female students at HHU seemed to be nowadays.
I’d never looked twice at any of those girls, but for some reason, this one, creeping around my shop to spy on me, and then looking me in the eye and lying about it, was different.
She had balls, and I wanted to find out exactly how big they were.
“Clever girl, just like that,” I murmured to her.
She flushed again, the rosy-pink tint rising up her throat. She liked that compliment. So, she wasn’t just a sneaky little liar, but a sneaky little liar with daddy issues. I moved her hips with a firm grip, sliding her across my hard-on, back and forth, until my blood was burning in my veins.
Fuuuuck.
I stilled, taking a ragged breath, and pushed the lust from my voice. This had gone far enough. It was dangerous. She’d called my fucking bluff.
“Ok, you’ve made your point. Get up.” Letting her go was the last thing I wanted, but she wasn’t doing this because she wanted to, and that was the ultimate mood killer. I pushed on her hips, but stopped when her hand lifted to my T-shirt and gripped tightly, holding onto her place.
“No,” she murmured softly.
I looked up at her, surprised by her insistence.
I cocked my head to the side. “No?”
She bit her lip and shook her head. “No.”
My blood surged, burning hot and urgent.
“No means seeing this through, Goldilocks—do you get what that means?”
She stared at me, and in that moment, seemed to see right through me.
Through the bad reputation, and the power of my position, and the riches of my ill-gotten gains.
She looked at me like I was someone a girl like her might actually consider, someone smart, and normal.
Someone with a real future. She was the kind of woman who I might have managed to marry if I’d lived another life, a good, honest one…
in that moment, I was that man. It was a feeling I’d never experienced before, and I had no fucking idea what to do with it.
She was impossibly out of my league, and yet absolutely determined to have me.
Instead of answering me, she simply ground down against my hard-on, working herself up and down my length.
Her message was clear. She was seeing this through.
Excitement simmered in my belly. She moved erratically, excited and rushing.
I knew how she felt. She caught the head of my cock painfully against the zipper of my jeans.
It should have hurt, and it did, but it was hot as sin at the same time.
Her breath caught, and her eyes went hazy.
She was enjoying herself now, rubbing her cunt against my jeans.
She was wet; I could smell it. Her little skirt had ridden up.
She had soaked through her panties. I breathed that scent in as I brought one hand to tangle in her thick, burnt reddish ponytail and bent her head back, exposing her throat to me.
“How does it feel riding my cock, sweetheart? Is it making you wet? Don’t bother lying, I’ll know.”
She nodded, her head bobbing in my grip. “Yes—I-I’m wet,” she whispered like it was a cardinal sin.
“I can tell. I can fucking smell you,” I growled at her, and then tugged her head toward my face, pulled her hair a little harder, and licked up her throat, biting where I pleased.
Her breath stuttered and her throat bobbed beneath my teeth.
I brought another hand to her throat and ringed it, pressing in at the sides, restricting her breath.
A moan escaped her, then she was moving faster.
The little minx was going to come dry humping my cock, and I was going to let her.
The first time I’d touched a woman in over a year, and this was how I was going to finish.
No fucking way.
“No coming until I tell you, sweetheart,” I ground out, squeezing a little tighter, then releasing and letting her gulp down air, before squeezing again. Her hand came to my wrist, but there was no pulling away. She simply held my wrist right where it was, choking her.
“Fuck, come on then, Goldilocks, before you pass the fuck out and wake up chained to my bed in my cabin, mine to fuck and feed, and keep,” I growled, the words spilling from my lips.
I had no fucking clue where they were coming from.
I’d never had such a depraved thought before and yet, just the thought of making that a reality nearly had me coming in my pants.
She let out a strangled yelp, as if the idea had turned her on too, and then she was tensing. Her eyes fluttered shut, and her face turned red, and I restricted her air. Her hips were still moving in small nudges against mine, and I thrust up and down a few times, just to make her scream.
She tapped at my wrist, and I released her neck. There was something so implicitly trusting about her confidence that I’d let go.
She drew in a huge breath, coughing slightly. Her eyes opened, and brilliant green and gold gazed at me. She looked at me in awe, and fuck me, it felt good. I was ten feet fucking tall under her admiring gaze.
“Was that fun, sweetheart?” I asked her, cupping her cheek.
She nodded, almost shy now that she had taken what she wanted. I stroked a thumb down her smooth, apple-like cheek and pinched it. She was gorgeous.
“You did so well…” I murmured, and she smiled like a parched flower drinking in rain. “And now it’s time to finish what you started,” I told her.
She blinked at me, and when I flexed my still achingly hard cock against her, she looked down at my lap.
“Hmm, that’s right. There’s your unfinished business,” I told her and widened my legs a little. “On your knees.”
She stared at me, her cheeks turning red again. Her mouth opened in a little O of surprise, and I couldn’t fucking wait to fit my cock in there. She’d have to open a hell of a lot wider to fit me, but I was confident she’d rise to the task.
“Come on, Goldilocks. You started this, time to finish it. On. Your. Knees.”
She bit her lip and slid back off my lap, lowering herself to her knees.
“Unbuckle my jeans,” I told her.
She slowly complied, pulling ineffectually at the leather belt until I helped her.
“Take me out,” I continued.
Curiosity flared in her eyes as she reached her hands into my boxers and surrounded me.
I hissed. The feeling of her nimble fingers around me was nearly too fucking much. My cock had been tortured with her rocking on it, and now it was angry and red, and aching to come.
She pulled me free and drew in a sharp breath at the sight of me.
“That’s right… look what you did,” I grunted, feeling my orgasm rushing toward me just from her fucking expression, and the sight of her mouth so fucking close to me.
“Open up,” I demanded, and she did just that, excitement flaring in those stunning eyes.
I managed to fit my tip just inside her mouth before I came.
She mumbled a surprised moan as her mouth filled with cum.
It was fucking fast, but it was a testament to how turned on I was by this woman.
I pumped my shaft, unloading more and more.
Cum trailed out of the sides of her mouth and down onto her bare knees.
"Now, swallow, sweetheart. Swallow me all down.” The instruction came out in a growl.
I was fucking losing it. Seeing her there on the ground between my legs, her throat working to swallow my cum, was the hottest sight I’d ever seen.
I’d never forget it, or her. I’d seen a lot of salacious shit, and most of it right here in this very building, but nothing could top this.
Her eyes met mine, and she looked shocked at herself as she pulled her mouth off me and licked her lips.
“Holy shit,” she whispered, a breathless laugh leaving her. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”
“Yeah, well, you get an A+, Goldilocks,” I murmured, standing and tucking my spent cock into my jeans, then helping my little intruder to her feet.
She swayed slightly against me. “Why are you calling me Goldilocks?”
“Because you broke into my private space and poked around.” And were looking for something just right—something that I’ll get to the bottom of.
“I told you—I was just looking for you,” she protested, her eyes darting to the door. Liar.
I nodded. “So, you said. You’ve seen me. Time to go.”
This girl was dangerous. I didn’t run the kind of business where I could just let people poke around. Curiosity was a threat in my world. Until I found out what her agenda was, this couldn’t happen again. But then… then I’d see her again.
I’d make sure of it.
She pulled back, a flash of hurt showing on her features before she smoothed them out. She walked slowly toward the door.
“So, I take it you’re a one-and-done kind of guy? I shouldn’t be expecting your call, right?”
I leaned against the desk and fought the urge to cross the room to her, throw caution to the wind and haul her back, fuck her secrets out of her, and make her my old lady for the whole MC to see.
“Are you expecting me to answer, or you’re just enjoying putting words in my mouth?” I drawled.
She narrowed her eyes at me. “Well, that nonanswer is an answer enough, I guess,” she muttered.
I shook my head slowly. “You came here to hit on me, right? You got what you wanted. I should be the one asking if you’ll be back, or if you’re done with me now.”
A woman like that couldn’t want anything real with a guy like me, it was practically impossible. Still, she didn’t confirm that stark, and obvious fact. Instead, she just shrugged.
“I guess time will tell. See you around, Cole.” She walked to the door, and paused just inside the threshold, looking back over her shoulder at me.
“If I’m Goldilocks, does that make you Papa Bear?” She tossed me a wicked look, and then she fucking left me there, chuckling like a fucking fool.
Yep, she was dangerous, all right.