Page 66 of The Arrangement

With a quick movement, Anton had the window rolled down just enough to toss the stub out. At the same time, Viviana had lifted up, her still trembling-thighs straddling his sides. In a flash his hand was between their bodies, grasping his shaft at the base as her hips tilted upwards and forwards and her spine arched to give him better access to her back entrance.

He needed her steady, wanted her movements controlled and careful. Given the toy had prepped her a little and she had soaked him with more than enough of her fluids to give them plenty of lubrication, it could be an easy go for her first time … or if she went too fast, took him too hard, it might not.

Viviana didn’t give him the chance to get her steady or careful. The moment the latex-covered head of his cock slid against the tight hole of her ass, she was pressing down on his length all over again. Damn, he could feel her vibrating under the hand that was splayed to her back … muscles practically shuddering with want and need, so beautifully harsh.

Beads of perspiration had dampened the valley between her breasts. That pink stain she’d applied to her lips earlier was all but gone, but they were kissed and bitten so red she didn’t need to put on any more. The dark kohl that had lined her lids was smudged at the corners, making her eyes look deeper and smoky.

Anton went to speak, to tell her to take it slow, to breathe, to calm down, but the ring of muscles and walls of sensitive tissues that flexed and stretched to take him in had his throat tightening like a vise. The channel of her ass felt like velvet gripping steel.

The fit of her ass around his shaft was tight. Tight like his teeth gritting between parted lips. Tight like his fingers squeezing to dig into her waist. Just fucking tight and hot. Too goddamn tight. So tight it hurt and his eyes flew open, flicking up to seek out hers.

Before he’d even really knew how it happened, Viviana had sunk down his length totally, taking in his cock completely. The pulse in his shaft increased. Anton swallowed, blinked, and forced himself to breathe again so he could think for a moment.

The flicker of pain that flitted over her features had his grip tightening. “Baby …”

Viviana whined under her breath, air rushing from her nose as her eyes screwed shut. Suddenly, her hands clenched into balled fists on his chest. It was clear she couldn’t quite find words to say, or she wasn’t able. Either way, the last thing he wanted to see in her eyes was pain.

Finally, his voice was working again as he slid those hands up her spine and drove her forward into his embrace, shushing a low sound in her ear. Gently, he rolled the tips of his fingers over her trembling shoulders. Her face buried into his neck with another noise that had his heart racing and guilt rising. He could feel her bearing down.

Shit, he should have slowed her the fuck down.

“You all right?”

“No. Jesus Christ.” Air blew in a huff against his neck before she whispered, “Out, I want it—”

“Okay, okay.”

Keeping his hands splayed open on her back, Anton urged her body upwards much slower than she had lowered herself onto his length. With the feeling of muscles rippling around his cock, he found himself biting the inside of his cheek to ignore the sweet burning hum that swept throughout his entire nervous system.

Fucking hell, she was still tighter than a fist and hotter than fire.

Then, Viviana sighed shakily, her legs almost relaxing. Her fists unclenched and the pads of fingers pressed down softly to each of his pecs.

“Wait.” The word didn’t even sound like it came from her, but more like built up pressure that burst from somewhere inside. Raw and aching, that’s how it felt caressing his senses. “Just … oh God, do that again.”

Anton swallowed thickly. “I didn’t do anything.”

“That … I-I don’t know … that, Anton.”

Still not knowing what it was she wanted, he pressed a kiss to her temple, smoothing out her hair and waiting for the turmoil of emotions running through his soul to simmer. He flinched as she lowered onto his length once more. Again, her teeth clenched, air hissed, and her fists balled.

But when she raised … Oh, fuck, when she raised, her chest expanded with a tumbling moan that rocked him to the core. It almost felt like the inside of her channel was grasping even harder on the withdrawal, wanting to keep him inside. Warmth created by her and the buzzing high still creeping around his senses licked like flames over his skin.

“That,” she repeated in a breath.

Anton nodded. Releasing his hold on her back, he untangled her curled fingers on his chest and weaved them with his own. Pressing feather-light kisses to her knuckles, he let her stretch and open around his cock, feeling muscles relax ever so slightly with every single slow rise and fall. Pants of her breaths turned a little faster against his neck. When her fingernails bit into the skin of his hands, she moaned a deep noise as the tightening in his groin increased.

“That,” Anton echoed.

Her mouth ghosted over his cheek, searching out his as the air turned a little thicker, a little damper. Bright eyes with darkened, widened pupils met his own as her forehead pressed down to his and lips curled back with another low whine. The desperate expression taking over her features was the most beautiful sight.

“You got this, huh?”

“Yeah,” she said all airless but still full. “I got this.”

Chapter Fifteen

“Oh. Look at you, grinning like a goddamn fool,” Ivan said, grabbing the back of Anton’s neck with a tight grip to pull the younger man forward. Their foreheads met, both men smiling as his lawyer sighed. “Forty-five minutes late to your own birthday party. I think that’s a new record. Be extra nice tonight to the older ones, yeah? They were in a right fit about your tardiness.”