Chapter 16
What started as a slow sampling of lips turned deeper, hotter, harder.
A runaway train.
Every kiss branded me from the inside out, his tongue leaving no depth unexplored. I tried to return it in kind, but I could hardly keep up.
His arms wound around me, pulling me close until all I could see, smell, and taste was this man. He tasted of vitality and sin. He was the forbidden fruit I’d been waiting for, to pull me out of my daze, to show me what I’ve been missing.
I couldn’t get enough of him. I could crawl into his skin and still not be satisfied. My nails dug into his scalp, fisting his hair, musing his locks that were always perfectly placed.
A low growl traveled from his mouth to mine, and I tightened my grip on his hair, giving another tug. Harder this time.
Our lips broke and he studied me, a devilish curl growing on his lips.
He wound his fist in my hair and jerked my head back.
I gasped, but my own lips curled up in the corners.
Justin zeroed in on it, a light coming into his eye filled with nothing but naughty intent.
“You like it rough?” Another soft jolt on my hair.
We suddenly arrived at the awkward part of this conversation. The part where my virginity came into play. Part of me didn’t want to tell him. There was no way I could stop now, not when I had his taste on my tongue and his scent all over my body.
Did I lie?
Did I play it cool and gloss over the fact that I’d never had sex before?
My silence was answer enough and the grip on my hair loosened.
“Katie?”
Shit.
I lifted my chin. There was nothing wrong with being a virgin.
“I don’t know if I like it rough. I’ve never…had sex before.” Before he could answer I pressed on. “But I like the way you pull my hair and growl my name. I like that I can hurt you,” I dug into his scalp to emphasize my point, “and you don’t shy away.”
His body had gone still.
I swore if he walked away from me now, I would scream.
Justin looked to be at war with himself. I needed to make this decision for him. I rose onto my toes and took his lips. It jumpstarted him from whatever thoughts he’d been preoccupied with, but too soon he pulled back again.
“This is not what you deserve for your first time, Katie.”
“And you get to dictate my life for me? My choices?”
The war was back in his gaze as he searched my eyes.
“Let me make it easy for you, if you try and pull some alpha bullshit and deny me, I will install a virus so horrible into your computer system that you’ll spend months trying to fix it.”
The corner of his mouth quirked. He brushed my cheek with his thumb. “Fine, but…are you sure?”
My heart gave a little flip. I’m pretty sure if I’d met up with sexslay3r420 IRL, he would not have asked me that same question all those years ago.
“Yes. To be honest, I’m done with cybersex.”
Justin mouthed the word ‘cybersex,’ a strange look on his face. I laughed and claimed his mouth again.
His hands dropped to my blouse, ripping it over my head. The chill from the office puckered my nipples. Justin noticed right away and slipped his warm hands under my cups, stroking my nipples with his thumbs.
My grip dropped to his hips, yanking him to me, until his erection pressed into me. The feel of him through my clothes only made me want him more.
I itched to feel him in my hand, to make him shake and quiver with need like he did to me.
I got as far as undoing his pants and pushing his slacks down, before his lips closed over a nipple.
Pleasure streaked through me, my head dropping back, my body swayed, hitting against his desk.
Something hit the floor. Belatedly, I realized it was my bra. I could care less where my clothes were, only that Justin replaced everything with his hands and lips.
He worshiped one breast with his mouth, the other enjoying the ministrations of his fingers.
Moisture flooded my core, the ache between my legs growing.
“Justin,” I panted, trying to locate where my brain had gone.
When he lifted his head from my skin, his lips pulled back into the biggest smile. He looked ten years younger. The sight took my breath away.
I’d never seen him look so…carefree. Happy.
“Is there a problem?” the smirk on his face told me he knew exactly what he was doing to my brain and he was enjoying every minute of it.
With his lips temporarily off my body, I could think again.
I got my hands working again, slipping into the briefs he wore.
The smirk dropped from his lips, his eyes widening as I took him in hand.
He was huge.
My fingers barely closed around him. The first few strokes were experimental. The tip of him already wet with pre-cum. I brushed my thumb along his slit and down the thick vein I felt under my fingertips.
Justin’s head dropped to the crook of my neck.
A few seconds later, he nuzzled against my skin, lips hot, tongue stealing tastes of me.
My heart stuttered in my chest.
His hips jumped when I tightened my grip on him, working his shaft over and over again.
“Where did you learn to do that?” he stared down at me in wonder.
I offered an impish grin and pumped him harder, faster, until I could see the muscles straining in his neck. “You wouldn’t believe the filth men write in online chats when asked."
“And why are you asking these things to random men online?” his voice came out strained. Dare I say possessive?
Most of the time I called him on his overbearing bullshit, but a deeper part of me also relished in it.
I rubbed my palm over his moist head, my other hand dipping between us to fondle his balls.
He thrust into my hand and my body smacked against his desk, something toppling and crashing to the floor.
“Because,” I lowered my voice and slowed my strokes. “That’s how I get all my answers in life. The internet.”
A growl rose up from Justin’s throat. “You will not be asking these questions to random men online anymore, do you understand me?”
The fact that he thought he could order me around when I had him by the balls was almost comical—if the grit of his voice and possessive glint in his eye didn’t turn me on so much.
Feeling particularly naughty, I dropped my gaze and muttered. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Fuck.”
He tore my hands away from his body and threw me on his desk, ripping my pants down my legs until they bunched at my ankles, Justin’s body pressed between my legs.
I was wet and aching.
His lips were back on mine, devouring me until I had nothing left to give.
“God, Katie, you drive me fucking wild. Do you know how many times I’ve fantasized about your tight pussy?
How it would feel around my cock?” My sex throbbed in response.
“Every time I see you bent over, all I can think about is pushing into your wet heat. And that day you wore red fucking lipstick…”
I remembered that day. I’d forgotten my lip balm and had needed to borrow some from Zoe. She’d only had that fire engine red lipstick.
“All I could think about all day was your hot mouth on me, sucking me, tonguing my cock.”
Was it possible to orgasm from words alone?
The room felt too hot. I was clawing at the inside of my own skin.
My knees tightened around his hips, trying to drive him closer. I could feel him brushing my entrance and anticipation buzzed across my skin like lightning waiting to strike.
“Show me,” I groaned, ready to explode. “Show me how much you want me,” I arched my back, wanting nothing more than for him to take me. I wanted to do all the dirty things he’d imagined. It would be all I would think about for the next few days, I was sure of it.
The head of his cock brushed up and down my opening.
Justin stared down at us, then cursed.
“What?”
“Condom.”
“Fuck. I’m not on the pill.” I’d never needed to worry about it when I never slept with anyone.
The heat of his body vanished, and a whimper escaped me. Drawers opened and slammed shut before he found what he was looking for. Pulling a small square he tore the foil packet and rolled the condom down.
I took the time to kick my slacks all the way off my ankles, which meant when he returned to me, I was ready. He stepped into me and my legs wound around him like second nature, my arms snaking around his shoulders, pulling him to me.
“Easy, sweetie,” he spoke against my damp lips as my legs tightened around him, trying to bring him to where I needed him most.
“I can’t wait a second longer, Justin,” I bit his lip.
That delicious growl was back. “I’m trying not to hurt you.”
“You could never hurt me,” the words slipped out.
“Goddamnit, Katie,” his resolve was wavering. I could hear it.
“Please,” I pushed him. “Fuck me, Justin. I need to feel your cock inside me, right now. Please, Daddy. Please.”
He thrust inside me.
Pain flared and I cried out.
“Shit. Shh, baby, it’ll be okay,” his fingers slipped between our bodies and toyed with my clit.
Pleasure flared.
“That’s it, sweetie, relax,” he pushed in further and I hissed.
“Fuck, Justin,” I bit into his shoulder. “You’re too big.”
His fingers continued to work my clit, his body unmoving as he stretched me. “It’ll be okay, I got you. Relax for me.”
I tried to do as he said, and he slid in another inch.
This time we both moaned, the pain no longer front and center. In fact, it started to fade, his fingers between my legs, driving my need higher and higher.
“That’s it, Katie. God, you’re fucking beautiful.” Justin groaned as he seated himself to the base.
He filled every inch of me, my body like a glove around his pulsing cock.
“You feel so good, Katie,” he captured my mouth with his.
Lips hot, tongue wet. I opened for him and he growled his approval.
His hips pulled back and my hands slapped against his hips, trying to keep him tight inside.
His chuckle vibrated against my chest. “I’m not going anywhere,” his eyes locked with mine as if he were saying something else with those words.
My chest cracked open and something dangerous flooded in.
Hope.
It was too much.
Sitting here, naked, with Justin, our eyes locked, was a level of intimacy I’d never experienced. It terrified me.
Shit.
I shut my eyes as he rocked back into me.
“Open your eyes.”
“No.” Oh god, what if he saw everything? I was exposed, laid bare in more ways than one.
What have I done?
He rocked back and plunged back in, hard.
I cried out at the pleasure. My body alive, glowing from the inside.
“I said. Open. Your. Eyes.” He punctuated every word with a thrust. The desk shook underneath us. I knew it would only be a matter of time till someone came to investigate the noise. Our absence.
The anticipation only heightened my arousal.
I did what he said, opening my eyes.
The bright blue of his rocked me to my core.
He wanted me in this moment, I could see it plain as day. But that didn’t mean he’d always want me. He could easily tire of me.
Just like my mom.
I didn’t want him to tire of me. I wanted him to look at me every day like he was now. I wanted to wake up in his arms like I had when he’d taken care of me. I wanted…everything.
Oh, shit.
I fucking loved Justin Kingston.
“What’re you thinking?” a frown marred his perfect brow.
My throat had gone dry and I swallowed like a fish out of water, trying to think of something—anything to say. “That I need to enjoy this.”
It was true.
My grip tightened on his hips, sliding to cup his perfect ass. It tightened as he drove into me, over and over.
Voices sounded outside his office, but I didn’t pay them any attention. I could feel myself getting close. I ground down on him, frantic with need. “Justin.”
“Yeah?”
“I need…”
“Yeah? Tell me what you need.” His tongue stole my breath.
You.
Instead, I whispered. “Touch me.”
He squeezes a hand between us, hovering over my clit. “Here?”
“Yes.”
He touched me like he’d been bringing me to orgasm my whole life and I flew apart.
I cried out and his hand clapped over my mouth to try and muffle it. My inner muscles clenched around his thick cock. He cursed, his strokes growing wild. His jaw clamped shut, eyes rolling back as he came.
We were both breathing heavily when a tentative knock came from his office door.