Chapter 2 #2
That’s the last thought I have as my mouth crashes into hers. I kiss her hard, way too hard to be pleasant. She refuses to yield, her tongue lashing mine as our teeth clack together. Our lips clash and battle, fighting for dominance. For submission.
But this is a fight she can’t possibly win. She can’t have more pent-up fury than I do. Plus, I outweigh her. The advantage of height lets me crush her small body like a butterfly pinned to this wall.
With a low, hungry growl, I reach down and grip the neck of her dress. Breathing hard, I drag my mouth off hers. “Are you particularly attached to this?”
“The dress?” Hazel eyes flashing, she snarls. “I’d like to fucking destroy it.”
“That can be arranged.” I yank and the buttons pop off, two-dozen white disks bouncing like bullets off my chest. They tap to the ground, ricochetting around our feet as I force the ripped remnants of fabric off her shoulders.
It falls to the floor and I kick it aside, pressing my body to hers. Soft heat sears through the front of my suit as I dip down to kiss her again.
She mumbles something against my mouth, but I don’t care what it is. Kissing her now feels vital somehow. Like I’ll cut off my air if I stop.
Jerking her hand from my grip, the redhead grabs the sides of my shirt. It’s her turn to assault blameless cotton, ripping it open to set off another sharp shower of buttons. Delicate hands drag my chest, clawing and groping as we pant heated hunger against each other’s throats.
She’s nipping a spot near my Adam’s apple, and I bite down on her shoulder too hard. She fights back by dragging her teeth down one pec, biting my nipple as I draw a breath.
“Fuck.” There’s just enough blood in my brain to form words. “Tell me now if this isn’t consensual.”
“Shut the fuck up.” She kisses me hard, grabbing the front of my pants again. Her palm grips my dick through sleek, tailored wool, and I groan as her thumb strokes the head.
I’m assuming that’s consent.
My cock fights the zipper as it strains to escape, and she helpfully sets the thing free. Drawing a breath, she shoves hard at my chest and looks down.
“Jesus Christ,” she breathes, swallowing as she stares at my dick. “There’s no physical way to deep throat that thing.”
I wasn’t asking, but now I can’t think about anything else. “Give it your best,” I snarl, pressing down on her shoulders. I expect her to fight me, but she sinks to her knees on the tattered remains of her dress.
Tipping her head back, she looks up with those fiery, light eyes. “I should bite you for being a jerk.”
“For being a brat,” I snap, lacing my fingers into her hair, “you should suck me even harder.”
I can’t believe the words coming out of my mouth. Neither can she, from the way her eyes widen. But she opens her mouth and wraps those plush lips around me. Groaning, I glide down the length of her tongue. Something detonates in the back of my brain as I fuck that pretty pink mouth.
She hollows her cheeks, sucking so hard I see stars. Releasing the suction, she swirls her tongue around me before tipping her head back to take me in deeper. Her eyes start to water, but she doesn't stop.
Apparently, she underestimated her own skills. This woman is deepthroating me like a fucking champ.
“Good girl,” I growl.
That earns me a moan and the flutter of her tongue as her hand comes up to cup my balls. I flatten a palm on the concrete behind her, not sure how long I can stay upright. This feels way too fucking good.
“Fuck,” I grind out, balling a fist against the wall. It’s been too long since I jerked off. That’s rarely a pleasure I allow myself.
It’s been even longer since anyone sucked me like this, bobbing and licking and making me mindless with those sweet, hungry sounds.
“Stop,” I bark out, and what do you know?
The redhead pulls back in an instant.
“What?” She gives me an impatient glare. “I’m busy.”
“I can see that.” Why am I talking to her like this? I don’t even know this woman’s name.
But that doesn’t stop me from wanting her.
From watching her fingers work inside her panties.
She’s stroking and thrusting, circling her clit behind a damp panel of silk.
My mouth starts to water. Her panties are white, with a whole lot of lace, and a matching lace bra tips up her tits.
Delicate fingers work in a frenzy behind the thin wisp of material.
She’s fucking herself and I won’t stand for that.
That’s my goddamn job.
“Stand up,” I command, and she does it.
But she makes it hurt, scraping her nails up my chest as she rises. “Are you going to fuck me now?”
“Would you like that, you dirty little slut?”
The flash in her eyes says she likes that a lot. “Let’s see you try.”
That’s a challenge I’ll gladly accept. Dragging a hand to her shoulder, I grip one rounded hip with the other. Seizing control of her body, I spin her to face the wall.
Her sharp little breath says she wasn’t expecting that, but the woman adjusts quickly, drawing her arms up the wall. Pressing her cheek to the pillow of her hands, she peers at me over a shoulder. “I don’t have all day,” she sasses. “Hurry up.”
The mouth on this woman. “I should shove my cock back down your throat for talking like that.”
But there’s someplace I’d rather shove it. She wiggles her ass, grinding her body back into me. My dick lunges and twitches, straining to get inside her. There’s no back to her panties, and it wouldn’t take much to ease past the dainty white string parting the firm, rounded globes of her ass.
“Come on, already.” She tilts up her hips and her wet little pussy pops into view. These panties are pointless, so I snatch the waistband and jerk them down her legs.
“Show it to me,” I order. “Spread your legs.”
Looking over her shoulder, she narrows her eyes. “You’d better ask nicely.”
“Pretty fucking please.” Gripping her waist, I use one of my thighs to force her legs apart. Her feet slip beneath her, but my hold on her hip keeps her upright. Now she’s tilted at the perfect angle. Those bare, swollen lips beckon, slippery and begging to be plundered.
I’m glad to oblige.
Shoving my pants down with one hand, I glide the head of my cock through her slick seam. Jesus, she’s wet.
My breath hisses out, then turns to a groan. “Fuck,” I snarl. “No condom.”
The redhead looks back, her eyes locked with mine. “I’m on birth control,” she says. “I had a full panel of blood tests and STI screenings a week ago.”
Probably for the wedding she mentioned. I can’t think about that right now. I’m not thinking at all, to be honest.
“I’m clean,” I choke out, knowing I’m crazy to trust her. And she’s nuts to trust me. “I’m tested regularly, and haven’t been with anyone for?—”
Longer than I care to tell her.
“A while,” I finish, clenching my jaw.
She takes in this information with a nod. “I’m way past the point of making rational choices.” Her eyes lock with mine in what should probably serve as a warning. “Fuck me bare. And make it snappy.”
Lust surges through me, angry and hot and completely detached from reason. This is insane. This is reckless.
This is me with a death wish, apparently.
Because I’m nudging the head of my cock at her entrance, poised on the brink of something I can’t control.
Then I draw a deep breath and sink into her hot, wet heat.