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She’s been leading the charge this whole time—dancing for me, kissing me, pulling me down this dark road. God, breaking into an office to fuck me. It’s a helluva turn-on, but now it’s my turn to take the reins.
I flip us around so she’s against the door, and she squeaks in surprise. My hands find her bare thighs and I push her dress up, bringing my lips back down to hers and coaxing that sweet mouth open. Her underwear is barely functional—the scrap of lace little more than pointless window-dressing. I’m struck with how much I want to see her pussy right now, to see how delicate and pink and slick with moisture it is. But I’ll have to make do with feeling instead.
“I want to touch you,” I say, toying with the elastic circling the crease where her thigh ends. “I want to see if you’re as excited as I am.”
“You won’t be disappointed,” she says against my lips, her teeth nipping at me. “Put your hands on me, Sebastian. I want it.”
Her words are like liquid fire and I’m melting faster and faster by the second. I’ve never been with someone who was so open, so communicative. Maybe it’s the darkness making her bold, or maybe it’s simply who Presley is.
I breach the edge of the elastic, running the back of my finger along the seam of her sex. She’s wet, tender. Pleasure vibrates through her lips as I stroke higher, nudging her most sensitive spot.
“Yes.” The word is so soft I wonder, for a moment, if I imagined it, but her hands curl into my shirt and she kisses me hard.
“Do you want to come, Presley?”
“Yes, but...” Her words fade like a curl of steam disappearing into the air.
“Tell me.” My free hand finds her face, cupping the curve of her jaw so my thumb can brush over her soft skin.
“I’d prefer your mouth. I, uh... I like that better.” The confidence she’s shown all night wavers like a candle’s flame. Maybe it doesn’t come quite so easily, but I won’t do a damn thing to make her regret voicing her desires.
“I was hoping you’d say that.” I press a soft kiss to the corner of her lips before I slide down her body, crouching at her front and steadying myself with one palm against the door and the other yanking her underwear down.
“Really?”
“Yeah, it’s something I like, too.” I brush my jaw against the inside of her thigh and she shivers in response. “Do me a solid and hold your dress up.”
“Okay.”
As I feel the fabric lift, I blow cool air against her and goose bumps ripple across her skin. It’s hotter in the dark, finding and feeling my way around her body. Satin skin greets my lips as I kiss up her thigh, the scent of her excitement like a potent siren’s song, calling me higher and higher.
When I find the juncture of her thighs, she rocks her hips toward me. Then her fingers are in my hair, pulling me closer, demanding more pressure. I swipe my thumb over the front of her, feeling for the swollen nub of her clit, and creating a guide for my mouth. When I place my lips there, she sighs. The sound of release is almost lost between the thumping, vibrating bass assaulting whatever is bolted to the far wall of this office. The music is distorted and barely audible, like there’s some soundproofing in here, though it’s not very good quality.
Hopefully it’s enough to dampen the sound of her screaming my name.
Cocky? Yeah, maybe a little. But if Presley is half as into me as I’m into her, then there’s no chance of either of us staying quiet tonight.
She tastes like the sweetest syrup, her skin soft and slick. I use my tongue slowly at first, flicking and teasing so that her hands tighten in my hair and her hips rock against my face. She’s impatient, needy and greedy, and so fucking hot I can’t believe my hair isn’t on fire.
“Sebastian,” she pants. “Please. It’s been so long and I need... I need...”
“Tell me how bad you want it.” I blow cool air over her swollen clit and her knees almost buckle. I steady her with one hand at her thigh, the other sliding through her folds to the centre of her. “In detail.”
“I’m starving,” she says, her voice trembling. “I’m starving and you’re the first steak I’ve laid eyes on in a hundred years.”
I chuckle. “I’m literally a piece of meat in your fantasies?”
“A sexy piece of meat?” she offers. I can’t see a damn thing, but I’d bet my last ten bucks she’s blushing her butt off and that it’s cute as hell.
“Good enough.”
I take her clit between my lips and suck, at the same time I push my finger inside her, catching the first fluttering spasm of her muscles. I’m ruthless. Unforgiving. I push her straight to the brink without giving her a second to catch her breath. She’s starving? I’m going to give her a feast.
“Oh my God,” she gasps, body tensing and arching. There’s a sharp pain at my scalp as her nails drag, but the sounds coming out of her mouth make me forget she might be about to draw blood.
I flick my tongue, alternating between sucking and licking, fucking her with my finger until she’s quaking. The door rattles as she trembles, but we’re locked inside. Safe. Secure. Alone. For some reason, the darkness and the door make it easier to push the real world out of my mind—to push away the reality of what it means for us to be together.
“Sebastian,” she gasps, her breath hitching, “I’m going to... I’m going to...”
