Just like that, he sinks into me all the way, and it’s glorious, this feeling of being filled by him with no barriers between us.
It’s even more glorious when he pulls out, smacks the side of my ass, and says, “Get on your hands and knees, woman. Show me how much you want my cock. Show me what you fantasize about when you slide past me at work.”
It’s a taunt, and I hate how much I love it. But it’s a challenge too. “What makes you think I do that?” I toss back.
He dips his face into the crook of my neck and slides his beard along my jawline in slow motion, his cock—wet with me—dragging along my stomach. After he bites my earlobe, he says, “Because you’re dripping. Now get on your hands and knees, and let me fuck you like I do when you’re alone in bed at night, playing with this sweet pussy.”
“You dick,” I say, but I’m scrambling, sliding out from under him, moving to the middle of the bed.
“You love my dick.”
I roll my eyes. But he’s not wrong. I really do. “Shut up and get that dick in me.”
He moves behind me and palms my ass, spreading my cheeks wide. “Mmm. This ass,” he murmurs in wicked approval, but Ican’t even fashion a comeback because he slides his thumb down my wetness, then lines up once more.
And sinks inside me all the way.
Holy fuck. I feel him in my stomach. I feel him in my legs. I feel him everywhere.
“Yes,” I moan as I bow my back. “Deeper.”
He pushes his hand on my lower back. Angling me more. “That’s right. Take that dick, sweetheart,” he tells me, and I do.
I take it all the way as he fucks me hard, relentlessly, giving me everything I want.
He reorganizes my insides as he pounds into me. I curl my fingers into the mint-green Snoopy blanket, trying to hold on to something as my world rattles.
And my co-worker—my sort of business associate, my kind of landlord, and now my dance partner—slams into me. My tits sway with every delicious jolt. My body sings. My belly tightens, and my breaths come fast. He drops closer to me, his chest to my back, his hand covering one breast, then sliding down my stomach till it finds my clit. “Give me another one, Chloe. I fucking need it.”
“Take it,” I urge. “Just take it.”
A rough sound comes from his throat, and he nips my collarbone. I yelp, but the sound is smothered by a new sound—the sound of bliss as he strokes my clit.
It’s mind-bending, the way he fucks me hard, driving into me while rubbing my clit, and biting my neck, and driving me out of my mind with pleasure.
My grip on reality loosens as bursts of color pop in my brain. I nearly forget what I want most from the menu. But a flash of white before my eyes reminds me.
“Sawyer,” I pant as I near the edge.
“What, baby?”
“Come on me. All over my back,” I instruct.
He answers with a deep thrust, and a fast stroke of his fingers that sends me spiraling into pleasure. “Yes, yes, yes,” I’m chanting as he sends me over the cliff.
The world’s a hot blur as ecstasy radiates through my body. He pumps faster, then even faster until he stills for a few seconds, then pulls out in a rush.
I crane my neck, and I swear I come again as I watch him. He’s shuttling his fist furiously till he paints my back in white spurts.
I shudder all over as he slides a hand through it, spreading his release all over my spine, marking me with his pleasure. Then he collapses next to me, pulling me close. We’re both a hot, sticky mess, and I don’t care.
I love it—both the mess and the soreness already settling in between my thighs, and the sweet nothings as he whispers against my neck, “You’re incredible.”
No taunting, no teasing, and no challenging this time.
“Just fucking incredible,” he adds, then drops another kiss to my shoulder.
And I feel incredible, here in our little secret corner of the world, where I touch his rose tattoo. “I like this,” I say, tracing a petal.
