Chapter Ten #2
The sight of my blood on him doesn’t disgust me or turn me away like I imagined it would, but if he stops now, I may lose my mind. I need this. I need him.
I don’t give him a chance to speak. Instead, I kiss him as he opens his mouth before looking him in the eye.
“Please don’t stop. You promised.” It’s barely a whimper, a plea, and he doesn’t look at me with sad, pitying eyes. But he does take mercy on me.
Controlling my head, he kisses me again, tasting me, not repulsed by me, and his low moans of pleasure are encouraging, matched by ones of my own. The sharp pain from my lip is counteracted by teasing strokes of his tongue, and my nipples pebble, desperate for his rough touch.
Waiting for more is excruciating, so I take matters into my own hands, clawing at the back of his T-shirt, trying to gather the material to pull it up and over his head. I scratch his skin in the process and his responding growl is my new favorite sound.
“Fair’s fair.” He grumbles and mirrors my action, only separating our kiss for the briefest of moments, only to discover I’m wearing a suit jacket as well as a shirt. All he’s managed to do is untuck me.
I help him out.
Shrugging out of my jacket and unbuttoning my silk blouse, I press my skin against his, sighing with relief at the contact.
I hiss when his hand runs over the cuts and bruises across my side and back, but I don’t stop.
I won’t. Instead, I lean into him more, encouraging him to use those rough hands to erase the thing that I know will haunt me forever.
At least this way, his touch will have been on me for less than two whole days, because the twenty showers I took in the meantime weren’t enough. They’ll never be enough.
But this…this just might be.
Reaching down, I unbutton my pants, shuffling slightly so I can reach Tanner’s too.
His thick cock doesn’t make it easy, pressing against the material, but I’m something of an expert when it comes to zippers.
It takes a second longer than usual because of our position, but I finally release him, pleased to find he’s going commando today.
The soft, velvety feel of him in my palm makes me look down, my eyes widening at the sheer size as I lick my lips.
Trouble is, I can’t move. He has me locked in place, stealing kiss after kiss, down my neck, at my jaw…I’m enthralled by his attentions.
Quicker than my next breath, Tanner is lifting me and standing with me in his arms. His pants fall to the floor and he kicks out of them, along with his shoes, before placing me on my mahogany desk. Next, my pants are pulled down, slowly dragged from my legs, one by one, leaving me in my underwear.
My cuts and bruises are bare to him once more, but at least I’m clean.
Emboldened by the situation, I grasp the dog tags he always wears, the ones just hanging against his naked, chiseled chest, and I pull him back to me.
He nestles between my legs, standing in front of me and cupping my face in reverence as he kisses me.
Sliding his palms over my shoulders and to my back, he unhooks my bra, aiding the straps in gliding down my arms and to the floor with the rest of our clothes.
As soon as my breasts are free, he grabs one, kneading it, leaning down and sucking it between his teeth, all while I claw at his firm back. He’s not gentle or loving, but with every bite of pain, he counteracts it with one of pleasure.
Working his lips down my body, he gets to his knees and squeezes the top of my thighs.
When his hands reach my hips, he leans in and kisses my clit, only my panties separating us, then tucks his fingers over the sides and slides them down.
I push against his shoulders to lift my ass enough for him to remove them and am quickly rewarded with a flick of his touch against my now-pulsing clit.
It’s like being touched for the first time, the sensation new and exciting and I want so much more. I tangle my fingers in his hair, massaging his head as he swipes his tongue up and down my slit, sucking on my clit and eating me out like a ravenous beast.
He brings one hand up to twist and tweak at my nipples, using the other to finger my pussy the way I wish he would use his cock.
The orgasm train doesn’t take long to reach the station, railing through me at warp speed as I cry out, pulling Tanner’s hair and fucking his face, riding it out until the bitter end.
After lapping up the last of my orgasm, he stands, his mouth glistening with my cum, and smirks.
It’s not a grin, definitely a smirk, and he spits into his hand as I lean back on my desk, trying to catch my breath.
Rubbing the spit over his dick—not that he needs it because I’m wet enough to supply The Nile—he wastes no time in thrusting himself into me.
Pain is the first thing to shoot through me, right before it turns into the most magical thing I’ve ever experienced. He kisses me, one hand back in its favorite position behind my head, the other squeezing my ass and holding me where he wants me as he drives in and out.
I hook one foot against his tight ass, but only one because the other ankle hurts too much to put pressure on it, and give as much as I’m taking, meeting him thrust for thrust as our mouths battle it out, blood from my split lip and all.
It’s rushed and messy, and it doesn’t last nearly long enough because we’re both so close. Grunts and moans mingle, my cries of pleasure matched by his roars as he speeds up, hitting me deeper than I knew was possible. Another orgasm builds, a little slower than before but it’s wasting no time.
My nipples are so tight they’re ready to burst as they begin to tingle, the sensation growing from my pelvis and spreading throughout my entire body.
A release larger than ever before escapes, making me scream out, gripping onto Tanner’s back like he’s my lifeline, well aware that I’ve drawn blood and not at all sorry.
As I pulse around him, his thrusts become erratic until he, too, finds his release.
He roars it out, pushing so deep inside me I could come again, before his muscles relax and he holds me against his chest. His dick stays inside me and we just stay here for I don’t know how long…
our hearts beating erratically and our hot, sweaty bodies breathing in tandem.
When I open my eyes, I’m not sure whether to laugh or cry at what I’m seeing.
“Erm, Tanner, what happened to my doors?” The office door is on the floor, the hinges bent and broken, and the front entrance is the same.
“They were locked.” He shrugs. I feel the movement but I can’t see his face from where he’s still holding me against his chest.
“I think I need to cancel my afternoon appointments.” I’m willing to admit that I’m not ready to be here. The broken doors kinda hammered that thought home, although a subtler push toward the right decision would have been easier to deal with.
Now I have two unsecured properties because the front door to my home currently has a broken latch.
“I’ll deal with it.”
A part of me wants to cuss him out or argue with him, but post-orgasmic bliss is making me feel less bitchy than usual, so I’ll let him have that.
“I think we should get dressed before someone decides to walk on by…” I give him a final squeeze then pull away. Reluctantly. Because while I’m not afraid of being caught, I could do without the town gossip mill turning in my direction.
Looking down, I notice blood between us. There’s a brief moment where I imagine I must have badly hurt him, because I don’t feel any pain, but then a cramp in my gut tells me exactly where the blood came from.
“Oh, shit. Sorry.” I glance up at him through my lashes, trying to appear as apologetic as possible, but something about this is just too funny.
He huffs and shakes his head, the barest hints of a smile accentuating his strong jawline. I figured he’d be horrified and disgusted. Instead, I only see his heaving breathing and dilated pupils.
Hunger.
“Looks like a pretty decent start to me. Blood and all.”