Chapter 27 #2
Boundaries or screaming orgasms? The question rattles around my head, reverberating off every part of my skull like a ping pong ball shaken in a mason jar.
Maybe I can do both? My skin tingles when I stand, and his eyes follow me curiously as I walk around his desk and pull myself up to sit in front of him.
The thumping of my heart beats out a war drum in my chest as I hook my fingers beneath the hem of my skirt and rock my body gently from side to side as I hike it up to my ass.
Leaning back on my palms, I lift one leg at a time and place a stilettoed foot on the edge of his chair, either side of his thick, spread thighs.
A tight breath hisses through his teeth as his gaze falls and catches on my black stocking and suspender set.
“You want this?” I ask brazenly, allowing my knees to fall further apart so he gets a glimpse of matching black lace panties.
A faint flush creeps along his cheekbones and his eyes darken to the deepest pools of impenetrable onyx. “Yes,” he growls as he leans forward in his chair.
I quickly move one foot so that it’s pressed into his chest, my stiletto heel digging into the flesh beneath his shirt. “Chloe.” The half-snarled warning vibrates over my skin as one of his large hands clamps around my ankle. Tingles burst across my flesh, burning me.
“If you want this, these are the rules: no cuddling, no sleeping in each other's beds, and no false promises. No strings, no mess—just sex,” I purr, tipping my chin down toward my chest.
He tears his molten gaze from my center and slants one dark brow. “Yes ma’am.”
We stare at each other for a prolonged moment, a silent battle of dominance raging.
Slowly, purposefully, I remove my heel from his chest and place it on the arm of his seat.
He surges forward, rolling the chair with him to close the gap between us, and wastes no time in sliding his broad hands beneath my skirt.
Pushing it up to my waist, he hooks a long finger around my panties and pulls them to the side.
A shattered gasp shoots into my lungs as he buries his head into my sex, thrusting his tongue into my already slick entrance and then swirling it up around my throbbing clit.
Pleasure sparks into flame, which catches, burning everything south of my waistline until I’m moaning and bucking against his face.
He growls against my flesh, one broad hand snaking up my torso to grip at my throat, forcing my back down onto the desk.
Objects I can’t see and don’t care about tumble to the floor with dull thuds, my back arching as he nips at my sensitive bud of nerves with his teeth.
“I could feast on you for days, mi fuego.” Every muscle in my stomach locks, drawing a desperate mewl from my caged throat.
The heat of his mouth falls away and I writhe frustratedly, only to cry out a moment later when two thick fingers thrust into me.
His fingers tighten around my throat, almost cutting off my air as he stands and covers me with his body, thrusting his fingers roughly in at the perfect angle to send me soaring for new heights.
“Voy a hacer este cono mío,” he growls as his eyes meet mine, blackened coals of smoldering desire.
My lips fall apart, and I detonate, my pussy pulsing desperately around his fingers as my strangled cry fills the room.
Pleasure rockets through my system like a hot, rich flashover.
Incinerating. Burning. Maddening. Before I’ve even had a chance to come back down to earth, he’s pulled his fingers out of me, tugging off my panties and scooping me up into his arms, lifting me from the desk.
We both sink back into his chair, my legs straddling his hips, fingers buried in his silky hair.
One broad hand snakes around the back of my neck, tugging me into a kiss that steals the breath right from my lungs.
Moaning into his mouth, my tongue dances with his, battling against his drive for submission, matching him stroke for stroke.
I rock my bare sex against the front of his slacks and we both moan into each other's mouths, his fingers digging into my hip so hard it hurts.
The light pain throws every synaptic burst of need into full throttle.
My hands fall from his hair and grapple with his belt, tugging it apart with a rough clink.
He uses one hand to help me, flicking open his button so I can attack his zipper and then my hand is diving into his boxer briefs, my fingers curling around the velvet steel length of him in his pants.
He grunts, his fingers flexing at the back of my neck.
I pull back slightly to look at him, my lips mere millimeters from his as I squeeze my fingers around his cock.
What I see is a man on the edge of control, the edge of reason, with no shadow to hide the animalistic desire he has for me.
Something light and feminine snarls softly in my chest and my lips curl into a feline smirk.
“Mujer malvada,” he growls, his eyes flashing dangerously before he slips his own hand into his pants to wrap around mine, using our combined fingers to release himself from their tailored confines.
“English,” I breathe, my heart thundering wildly.
“Devil woman,” he repeats, his jaw clenching.
He slides down his seat a few inches and tugs me to him roughly, my chest hitting his as he lines himself up against my soaked entrance.
The hand that’s curled around my nape shifts so that some of his long fingers curl around the juncture of my neck and shoulder, using the grip as leverage to slam me roughly down onto his shaft, impaling me on him.
A loud cry rips from my throat as he fills me to bursting, every inch stretching and burrowing inside me until he can fit no more.
“Oh god,” I groan, tipping my head back as he hits the end of me.
“No baby, just me,” he growls, lifting my body up so that he slides out to the tip and then slamming me back down.
A shuttered mewl spills over my lips as I grip his shoulders, dipping my head back to see his teeth bared as he begins to piston into my body with abandon.
His breathtakingly harsh features push me closer to the edge, every chiseled line of his face tight as he watches me fall apart.
I take over the rhythm, pushing myself up on my knees and sliding down on him again and again, rolling my hips when he’s buried deep so that he grazes every inch of my sensitive flesh.
“Stubborn woman,” he bites out, the hand that was at my hip reaching up to tug open the buttons on my silk blouse.
His smoldering gaze lingers on the bared skin of my breasts spilling over my black lace bra and he tugs the cups down, dipping his head to close his hot mouth over one nipple.
I cry out and jerking forward in his lap as his teeth graze the sensitive bud and he lets out a deep, tortured growl as my pussy clenches around him.
“Fuck, Chloe! Not yet.” Steel fingers clasp around my hips, dragging me up off him just a moment before I’m able to reach that blissful peak of ecstasy.
A strangled growl of frustration vibrates deep in my throat as I fist my hand in his hair, tugging his mouth back to mine.
Demanding without words that he gives me what I want.
“I said not yet,” he warns in a deep rumble against my lips when I try to wriggle my hips back down onto him.
His arms clamp around my waist and he stands, taking me with him.
My thighs cling to his hips as I bite down on his full lower lip, hard.
He lets out a low chuckle as my back hits the floor-to-ceiling window on the east-facing wall.
“If you want to play that game, I promise you will lose.” I have no doubt he will make good on that oath, and I pull back to look at him as he gazes down at me.
“Be a good girl and put your hands on the glass.”
I’m quickly placed on my feet and spun around so that I’m facing the window.
The city skyline looms before me, but the towering buildings and crawling life below fade into the abstract as large hands encircle mine, lifting them together and splaying them on the glass on either side of my head.
The heat of his body pushes in close behind and I moan as my nipples press against the cool glass, the delicate bars through them clicking softly.
“I want everyone to see that you are mine, that you belong to me, mi fuego.” His hot breath dances across the shell of my ear, sending a heated line of need directly between my legs.
I shouldn’t like him saying that, but I do.
I really fucking do. For this moment at least, I want him to lay claim to me, make me forget everything and anything that isn’t him.
His feet nudge my heels apart and the next thing I know, the thick head of his cock is pressing into me from behind.
My eyes roll and my cheek falls to the glass as I’m shoved forward by the surge of his hips, pinning me in place as he starts up a thunderous rhythm.
My knees buckle and I’m at the mercy of his brawny arm that snakes around my waist to hold me in place.
Barreling toward the precipice at the speed of light, my entire body trembles, and lightning strikes in the center of my belly. Once, twice, and then—
“No!” I moan as he pulls out abruptly, his breath harsh as I screw up my nose and attempt to weather the intense line I’m balanced on between desperate need and endless bliss.
“I control your orgasms, Chloe. They’re mine and you’ll come when I say.”