Chapter 19 Holly #3
Before I can think on that, his hand finally reaches the apex of my thighs, fingers dipping to my core. Skimming over my clit, he hums, making sure to go back and give it plenty of attention.
Biting down on my lip, I lean against him for support, sparks of pleasure shooting through me in time to the movement of his fingers.
It takes everything in me not to shout out or jerk on his lap, the sensations oh so divine.
All rational thought has fled my mind at this point, my entire focus on us and the feel of his fingers on my clit.
Clay chuckles, seemingly finding my reactions amusing.
Dipping lower, he finds my entrance and the wetness that awaits him.
A deep, satisfied male grumble emits from his chest at how ready I am for him, the sound rumbling against me.
His fingers push at the entrance of my pussy, coating them in my slick.
My eye flutter at the feeling. I’m about to beg him to fuck me with his fingers but he removes his hand.
Gasping, I look at him in shock. Why did he stop?
Grinning, he pops one of his fingers into his mouth and I realise that he’s sucking my arousal from the digit.
Humming in pleasure, he licks his lips as though he just ate his favourite meal, leaning forward to whisper in my ear.
“Fucking delicious,” he grumbles, his breath against my neck.
“Careful, a taste so divine is likely to make someone addicted.”
Fuck, why is that so hot? On anyone else, the move might have seemed cheesy, but with Clay’s dark intensity, it only serves to turn me on even more.
My legs press together and I shift on his lap, desperate for some friction to ease the ache in my needy pussy.
I’m about to start whining like an addict desperate for her next hit when his hand returns to between my legs.
Teasing my entrance once more, he slips a finger into me, his eyes watching me intensely the entire time.
I gasp, the feeling of him inside me setting off sparks.
One finger quickly becomes two and the stretch is so fucking perfect.
Clay chuckles again and goes back to kissing my neck, the heel of his hand presses against my clit as he pumps those two fingers inside me.
All the while, I’m totally aware of the fact that we are in a public space and I need to be quiet if I want to stay undetected. Why does that only make it harder for me to smother my moans of pleasure?
I’m desperate for his hands to touch me, not just between my thighs, but I want to feel him everywhere. My breasts ache, desperate for his touch, yet I know that it would be impossible to do here without drawing attention.
“I want you to come for me.”
His voice startles me and I twist to look at him. He can’t be serious? Making out and touching where we might be seen is one thing, but to actually come right here, right now?
Clay seems to be able to read my mind as his expression becomes serious and the movements of his hand become slower and deeper. “Right here in the middle of the club. My club. Where only I can touch you and only I can give you what you need.”
Reaching up, I place my hands on his cheeks, staring into his gorgeous blue eyes. “Yes, Clay. I want you. Let’s go somewhere quiet – I need you inside me.”
Sex, that’s what I need right now, not more of this teasing. When I come, I want it to be on his dick. The two of us together, but he seems to have a different idea.
He laughs and presses a slow, languid kiss to my lips. “That will come, sweetheart, but right now, I’m in charge and I say that you need to come.”
As if to punctuate his order, he slides a third finger inside me. Deep, slow movements that are driving me wild, especially as he cocks them so they hit my g-spot with each stroke.
Holy baguettes, this is a form of glorious torture.
I want to moan and shout, pleasure building up inside me, but I know I can’t.
Biting down on my lip, I writhe on his lap instead, overwhelmed with the strength of what I’m feeling.
Pressure builds low in my stomach and I don’t think I could stop myself from coming now, even if I wanted to.
“Come for me,” he whispers in my ear, pushing me over the edge.
Blinding bliss hits me like a freight train.
I’ve never felt anything like this before, my entire body bursting with pleasure.
It feels as though my orgasm is a wave; it has been building and growing until finally, it crests and washes away everything with it.
Clay whispers low encouragements as I spasm against him, but I can’t make out exactly what he’s saying.
No, the buzz of my release overshadows all.
Slowly, my senses come back to me and I become aware of the world around me. Clay is kissing down the length of my jaw, both hands now on my shoulders, keeping me steady against him.
“Good girl,” he hums against my skin.
Instantly, I’m craving him. I need him. Not just the release he can give me, but him.
I should be stated now; after all, I just had the best orgasm of my life.
However, it’s not enough, and I’m not sure it ever will be.
He said that my taste was addictive, but with him it’s a whole step further.
Clayton is addictive, and somehow in the short time we have known each other, he’s become an essential part of my life.
It’s scary and intense. It’s invigorating.
He makes me feel alive, makes me want to live dangerously and push the boundaries of my safe, sedate life.
He's pleasured me, he’s had his control, and now it’s his turn.
I can feel how turned on he is and what it’s causing him to hold himself back.
I don’t want that. He should be able to be who he truly is around me, not hiding the parts he feels are too rough.
He should feel good, and I want to be the one who makes that happen.
I know he wants me – he’s made that clear.
This is what we both want and I need to be the one to take control.
Gathering myself together and channelling my inner seductress, I shift on his lap until I have one leg either side of his, facing him as I lean forward, straddling his thighs. I don’t know if I’m doing this properly, but I am going to follow my instincts and see where it takes us.
“Now,” I whisper into his ear, kissing the soft skin beneath his lobe. “I want you to take me to your office and fuck me across your desk.”