Page 44 of Handle Me

His palm moved to cover my sex, and I moaned. “Not fair.”

“I can be fair.” He reached for his trousers and undid the buckle. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes,” I said, completely giving in to the moment. Any minute now, some maintenance guy was probably going to check to see why our lift had stopped. I didn’t care.

“Ask for it,” he muttered as he unzipped his fly. “Beg for it, boss.”

“Please give it to me,” I whispered, staring into his blue eyes. A moment later, I felt his thick crown brushing against my seam.

“This?” he asked, guiding it slowly up and down my wet entrance.

“Yes,” I bit my lip. My muscles tensed, waiting for him to push inside me. When he didn’t, my whole body began to tremble from the effort.

“You want my cock?” His words pressed as his body did the same.

“Yes,” I snapped.

“Careful, boss,” he said with a low chuckle that sent tiny ripples of electricity pulsing through me. “I’m in charge right now, and I want to hear you say it. Tell me what it is that you want. I want to hear that pretty, posh mouth of yours begging me to give you your every filthy fantasy.”

I swallowed. Wetting my lips, my mouth had gone suddenly dry, I looked defiantly up at him. “Please give me your cock.”

“I want to,” he said, dropping his forehead against mine, “but I didn’t bring anything with me.” Despite that revelation, he pushed its tip past my seam and began to rub it against my swollen clit.

“I’m on birth control,” I said without really thinking. I wasn’t sure I could think if he was going to keep doing that.

“Are you sure?” Anders asked slowly as if he was deciding his own answer to the question.

I already knew that he was a lost cause. There was nothing short of me telling him to stop that would put an end to this. The trouble was that I was beginning to suspect I’d lost my inhibitions along with my knickers. “Please,” I repeated in a breathy voice. “Please give me your cock.”

“Fuck,” he said, hooking an arm around my waist. “How can I say no when you ask me like that?”

One hand slipped back down under the curve of my buttock and hitched me just enough to brace me against the wall. With the other, he guided himself down and positioned himself at my entrance. I whimpered as he nudged inside me.

“I love the little noises you make when I’m about to fuck you,” he said in a raspy voice. He pushed in an inch. “Holy shit. You feel fucking amazing.”

He was taking his time, but I was on the edge. Not only could we get caught at any moment, but I could also no longer conceive of stopping. I didn’t care what happened. I just wanted him to fuck me. He might be in charge when my knickers were off, but I could still give him some encouragement. “Fuck me, Your Highness. Please.”

Anders groaned and shoved inside me so hard and fast that he lifted me another few inches off the ground. I dug my nails into his shoulders as he thrust inside me. He was right. It felt good. Too good. I’d never let a man go bare inside me, and now that I knew what I was missing, I wasn’t sure how I’d ever go back. Everything felt different. Raw and primal and blistering hot.

Moans burst out of me with every thrust until they were coming so hard and fast that filthier requests replaced them. “Don’t stop fucking me,” I begged. “Fill me up. I want to feel you come inside me.”

Anders matched my frenzied pleading by plunging deeper and faster inside me until my limbs tightened. He groaned as my orgasm shattered through me, and my channel spasmed around him. “I love how you come on my cock, boss,” he muttered, not stopping. “I love filling you up.”

Another smaller orgasm rocked through me as I felt heat spill inside me. A moment later, we collapsed against each other, still joined together. I wrapped my arms around his neck, clinging to him, sweaty and spent.

“I’m going to put you down now,” he said gently after seconds stretched into minutes. “Careful.”

He placed me on my feet, and I felt a gush of liquid against my thigh.

I looked around the lift for the remaining scraps of my underwear. Anders swiped them off the floor and handed them to me with a grin. They were beyond saving.

“Sorry.”

“You don’t look like you mean that,” I said dryly. “I need to find the loo or it’s going to be pretty obvious what just happened.”

He reached up and tucked my hair into place. “You look fine.”

“Anders.” I sighed, a little embarrassed to point out the real problem. “I sorta have…down my leg.”