Page 23 of Leverage & Obedience

My brain short-circuits and my throat tightens. I can’t make a joke about this or brat my way through, not when I can barely breathe.

He hooks his fingers into my panties, and I lift up so he can drag them down my legs. His eyes stay on mine the whole time. I’m naked except for the anklet, and his fingers brush the clasp like he’s checking it’s still secure. My pussy flutters in approval.

He pushes me back and crawls over me, caging me against the mattress with his forearms on either side of me. Every muscle in me goes loose as the pressure of his body settles over mine. My legs fall open in surrender before my brain catches up.

I wrap my arms around his neck, fingers digging into his hair to drag him down. His mouth claims me, and his tongue slides against mine in a slow rhythm that makes my pussy clench in response. I’m imagining his head between my legs and him using that tongue to fuck me.

He kisses down my jaw and along my throat, pausing to lick at the hollow above my collarbone where my pulse is hammering at twice its normal speed. He’s taking his time. There’s no lockedoffice door or a desk edge digging into my hips. This isn’t a quick fuck between meetings.

His mouth closes over my nipple. The wet heat of his tongue combined with the scrape of his stubble—holy fuck. Pleasure shoots straight to my clit, and I don’t bother muffling my moan. I dig my fingers into his hair and arch my back, offering myself up to him.

He gives the other breast the same attention, sucking and licking until I’m whimpering. It’s a good thing I don’t have to talk because only moans would come out.

His lips trail down my ribs and over my stomach in an unhurried pass that makes my muscles tremble. When he kisses my inner thigh, my legs spread wider.

His warm breath ghosts over my pussy. I’m so swollen and sensitive that even the air feels like a touch.

Then his tongue is on me.

I moan loudly. There are no coworkers walking down the hall. No reason to be quiet as his tongue slides through my folds. My hips buck off the bed when he takes another lick.

He’s tasting me like he has all the time in the world. His hands grip my thighs, holding me open while he circles my clit. The pressure builds easily and builds higher.

I’m losing my mind, and the scary part is how much I don’t want him to hurry.

“Oh god. Bren—”

He hums against me. The vibration pulses through my clit, and I think I make a sound that isn’t a word. My thighs clamp around his head, and my back arches off the bed. Two fingers slide inside me, curling upward, and the stretch combined with his tongue has me climbing rapidly.

He eases his mouth off and lays it on my inner thigh. I whimper, embarrassingly loudly. His fingers keep curling deep inside me. Then his mouth comes back to my clit, and he draws it between his lips and sucks.

“Ooooh, god!” I cry out as the orgasm rolls through me in a deep wave. It starts in my belly and spreads outward until I’m shaking. My pussy clenches around his fingers in rhythmic pulses, and I buck against his face. He works me through every shudder, his tongue gentle now, easing me down.

My eyes sting.

Don’t cry, Lily. Pull it together. You’re not going to cry because he took his time with you.

I open my mouth to make a joke about expensing a hotel for this kind of service, but an aftershock of pleasure steals my ability to speak.

He kisses my inner thigh and the soft skin below my belly button. He rises over me and his mouth finds mine. I taste myself on his lips, and it’s filthy but also perfect.

“You okay?” His voice is rough.

“Mmm hmm.” I don’t want to examine more than that, so I pull him down for a kiss. He groans against my lips.

His hips wedge between my thighs. The hard ridge of his cock through his pants is right against my pussy. I need him inside me right now.

Now.

I fumble between us, fingers working his belt before yanking the zipper down. I shove his pants and boxers past his hips, and his cock springs into my hand—thick and heavy. My inner walls flutter just from holding him. When I stroke him, he closes his eyes and hisses. God, I want to bottle that sound. Mine.

He takes his cock from me and notches the head against my slick folds. The pressure makes us both shudder.

“Look at me.”

I meet his gaze.

He pushes in slowly.