Chapter 14 After Hours #2
“Like that,” he said, his voice a rumble against my ear. “I want you like that. Nice and open for me.”
A shot of worry torqued through me. How far would he go?
How much did he want from me? But the worry was less about him, and more about myself.
Everything he’d done so far was like a sensual reawakening.
A reminder of the kind of sex I wanted to have.
Earth-shattering. Mind-blowing. Pleasure beyond my fantasies.
As I bowed my back, hips high in the air, I couldn’t have felt more exposed even though I was half-dressed.
“Close your eyes,” he told me, and I trembled, but obeyed.
“They’re closed,” I whispered. I heard him open a condom, then there was a pause as he rolled it on.
Off in the distance, a horn honked, and a car somewhere slammed on its brakes.
A night breeze gusted by, kicking up my skirt even higher.
I shivered from the momentary chill. Everything sounded and felt more intense with my eyes closed.
Especially the anticipation.
I waited for him.
For his next move.
His next touch.
His next order.
Then I felt him, rubbing the head of his cock between my legs.
The first touch undid me. Like an unraveling.
I wanted him so badly, so much, that my body was a beacon for him.
I was aching to be filled. Mercilessly, he refused my wishes, my attempts to draw him in.
He teased. Taunted. Giving me the barest taste of what his fantastic length would do this time. I couldn’t bear to wait any longer.
“Please,” I said, my voice a beg, and I didn’t fucking care.
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me.”
“How? How do you want me to fuck you?” he asked, buzzing his soft lips over my shoulder blade, as his hand moved up to my throat.
He ran his thumb across my collarbone. Heat blasted through me.
Like a powerful force of nature, swallowing me up, enveloping me in nothing but raw, unabated desire.
He rubbed his steely length along my pussy, hitting my clit once more.
The world around me was black and fuzzy, noise and haze.
There was only this. Pure physicality. Unadulterated need.
“How?” he asked again, demanding an answer.
“Fuck me improperly,” I said, arching my back for him. “Fuck me now.”
“That’s right,” he said, his voice hot against my ear. “That’s exactly how I’m going to do it.”
My breath caught in my chest and that moment felt like a stitch in time. As if everything in my life would be marked before or after. It was silly, I knew, to think of one night of sex as so goddamn monumental. But then, all thoughts drained away in one single thrust.
I inhaled sharply, and panted hard as he filled me so completely I wanted to sing out. I wanted to cry from the sheer ecstasy of the way he stretched me, driving deep inside, opening my body to him.
“Give yourself to me.”
Instinctually, I knew what he wanted. Control. Complete control of my body, so I raised my ass higher, flattened my back more and handed over the keys to him. He thrust deeper and harder, and I cried out in pleasure. Soon, I could feel that tightening in my body, that climax just within reach.
Then he surprised me with his next words. “Don’t come,” he growled.
“What?” I asked, my body begging as I pushed back on him.
“Don’t come until I tell you to,” he instructed, all while sliding deeper into me.
“But,” I protested, and my words were cut off by a hand over my mouth, a slowing of his rhythm, and his voice in my ear.
Soft. A sharp contrast to how he held me imprisoned.
“Let me take you there,” he whispered, his tongue flicking across my neck, punctuating his words.
“I promise I’ll get you there. Just hold back. ”
I breathed out hard, full of longing and untamed desire. But I chose to trust him. Though this kind of submission was foreign to me, I was willing. How could I be anything but willing, seeing as how I was fifty stories above Manhattan with my skirt hiked up my ass, and his hand over my mouth?
He slowed down, gliding into me in one long, torturously delicious thrust. Inch by inch, I felt his cock filling me all the way. My walls clenched around him, hot and tight. I tried to wriggle against him but he shook his head, lowering his hand to my neck.
“No. Not yet,” he told me. “Tell me you can wait.”
“I’ll try.”
“Tell me you can do it.” His voice was rougher this time. There was no room for trying. There was only doing.
“I can.”
Another breath released, another shudder as he moved out, nearly leaving my pussy, where I desperately wanted him.
I moaned and reached my hand behind me, trying to gain some sort of control, to hold onto him.
His hip. His leg. Anything. But he grasped my hand, clutching it tight as he drove into me yet again.
Deeply, so deeply that I saw the edge of my climax coming into view.
There. Close. So fucking close. If only he’d let me have it.
He fucked me harder, gripping my hand, as if the force with which he held me would keep that desperate orgasm at bay. “Don’t come yet.”
I couldn’t speak, could only whimper as I concentrated so fiercely on denying the quivering in my core, the molten heat coursing through my veins from the absolutely overwhelming way he took me.
From the way he fucked me into such a state of wildness.
“Please,” I begged as he took his hand from my throat and moved his fingers up the back of my neck, threading them through my hair.
Grabbing my hair. Pulling it. Keeping me immobile.
He thrust into me, sending shockwaves of pleasure from my center all the way through my body.
“Please what?”
“Please let me come.”
He lowered his mouth to my shoulder, kissing me so hard he’d leave marks. When he let go, he whispered, “Are you ready?”
“Yes.”
“Give yourself to me,” he said and I knew what he wanted. All of my body. All of my pleasure. Nothing for me to do but be consumed by him. He wanted to give me everything, and to take nothing as he fucked me relentlessly.
I let my head fall forward, my shoulders go slack. I held onto the railing, but the rest was up to him. He dropped his hands to my hips, gripping tightly, and so fucking possessively that if he didn’t let me come right now I was sure I would die from wanting.
“Don’t hold back anymore,” he commanded, and his tone made it clear—he owned this orgasm. He controlled my body. He was driving this train and I was not only along for the ride. I was the ride.
“Oh, god,” I shouted.
“Tell me you’re coming,” he growled. “Say it.”
I shuddered as the world around me shattered. “I’m coming, Jack. I’m coming now,” I cried out, as the orgasm crashed through my body like a goddamn force of nature. It was better, stronger, more powerful than the last one.
“Yes, you are,” he said, his voice rough and dirty as he fucked me hard and ferociously, giving me everything as he took me.
His fingers dug into my flesh, gripping me, driving into me with a fierceness that felt like ownership as he came with a loud, deep groan.
As he began to slow his pace, he bent over my back, his chest on me, one hand gently looping around my belly, sensing I needed him to keep from falling.
He held me close as he slowed to a leisurely pace, rocking inside me, like a wave rolling back out to sea.
But even as my orgasm ebbed, I was marked. By his teeth, by his fingers, by his beautiful cock still deep and hard inside me.
By his voice.
And by his control.
He was right about everything. He wanted me badly. He’d shown just how much.
“Michelle,” he whispered, in a voice that was both savage and tender. And I understood then completely what he’d done. He hadn’t merely won me over. He’d claimed me as his own.