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Well, I’d do that later. First, I had to shove my tongue down her throat.
She responded as if she liked it, humming and pushing her body against mine. I let go of her wrists and grabbed her hair, then shoved her wrists back against the wall when she dropped them. “Over your head,” I ordered, and she obeyed.
I hoped no one would discover us here. We were hidden between two piles of lumber, in the darkest corner of the room, but we’d be heard. She moaned, I growled. After I pulled her hair down from her chignon, I wrapped my fingers in it. I could hear metal hairpins hitting the concrete floor, make-out shrapnel. I left her mouth to trace a line down her neck, half kissing, half biting the tender skin. I shoved a thumb up under her chin, pinning the back of her head to the wall as I lapped at the hollow of her clavicle.
Until I saw her out in the gallery, I’d forgotten how she stole my control. I’d come to get a glimpse of Juliet, nothing more, after months of restraint and good behavior. But once I touched her, once she turned to me, all reason fled. The way her eyes widened in surprise—and a little fear. Her bare, pale arms, the hair, the goddamned socks…
I ripped off her sweater, pulling it down her shoulders, barking at her to lower her arms when she tried to keep them over her head the way I’d told her.
First things first: I used the girly red cardigan to tie her hands behind her back, wrapping it around her wrists and cinching it tightly, even though it would probably ruin the garment. I’d buy her another one. I didn’t care. I looked in her eyes and saw that it was okay, that the bondage excited her even though it took away her control.
At that point, I still only meant to kiss her. I held her by the waist and ground my cock against her, running my fingers over her hips and breasts. I molested her sock-covered thighs, then took her knees and hiked her up the wall so her legs were around my waist.
“Put me down,” she said. “I’m too heavy.”
“You’re not too heavy.” I kissed her again to shut up her protests, and pulled her skirt higher so I could squeeze her ass. Jesus, a thong. I smacked her bare cheeks a few times, I couldn’t help it. Her trapped fingers scratched mine but she couldn’t get loose. “Stop struggling,” I said. “You can’t get away from me.”
“Oh God.”
She squirmed as I yanked the thong up between her ass cheeks. She was wet as fuck, and it was all I could do not to force my fingers inside her pussy. My hands did minor violence, squeezing her breasts, pulling her hair, scratching her thighs, but it wasn’t enough. The more she arched against me, the more I wanted to be inside her. “I want to fuck you,” I said, pressing her against the wall. “I want to jam my cock inside you until you hurt.”
Her fingers closed around mine as she pressed her face into my neck. She clung to me with her thighs and then I did push a finger inside her, fucking it in and out. She made an animal noise that signaled more, but I didn’t have a condom. Damn it. Damn it to hell.
“I don’t have anything,” I said through my teeth. I tightened the cardigan around her wrists, frustrated and disappointed. “I don’t have any protection.”
I could have made her come another way. She could have made me come just by stripping down to her thong and her over-the-knee socks, but her tormented gaze told me it wouldn’t be enough. In this moment, we both needed a savage fuck. It had been months that I’d wanted her, fucking months…
“Listen, I’m clean,” I said. “I always use protection, one hundred percent of the time.”
Except now, when I was somehow willing to risk going without it. What did that mean? I gave her a shake. “Are you clean?”
She stared at me. “I haven’t had sex in forever. Yes. I’ve been tested.”
“Are you on anything? Birth control? Are you on the pill?”
“I have an IUD.”
“You won’t get pregnant?”
“No, I don’t want to get pregnant.” She gasped, then moaned as I thumbed her clit. “That’s why I got the IUD, for extra backup.”
“Good enough.” I kissed her and shoved another finger inside her, manipulating her pussy until her hips bucked. I nicked her clit with my nail and she made a noise like she was already about to go off.
“You’ll have to let me down,” she said, struggling against me.
“No. I’ll fuck you however I want.” I made her look at me. “I’m going to fuck you now, without a condom. Is that okay?”
“It’s so bad,” she whispered, burying her face in my neck. “A bad idea.”
“But you want it, don’t you?”
She let out a sob, humping my fingers. “Yes.”
“I’m going to take care of you, baby. Everything’s going to be okay. You want it?”
“Yes, I want it,” she cried.
“Say it to me. ‘I want you to fuck me.’ Look in my eyes.”
She did, with hot passion. “I want you to fuck me. Please!”
Jesus hell. I pressed her against the wall and shrugged off my suit coat, dropping it on the sawdust-covered floor. I undid my pants and released my straining cock, then I took a moment to collect myself so I didn’t fucking injure her. I wished I could kiss her breasts, bite her nipples, but I didn’t want to take the time to rip off her dress. Later. Some other time.
I held her ass and yanked her panties to the side, twisting the thong around my finger. I felt a savage need to push inside her, but I was a big guy, so I tried to go slow. When I pressed the tip of my unsheathed dick to her pussy, a groan poured out of my throat. I looked in her eyes. They were vivid blue, sparkling like jewels.
“Everything’s good, right? Are you ready for me?” I teased the head of my cock over her clit, transported by her whimpers. “I’ll get tested tomorrow, I swear. I’ll have my physician send you a report.”
She opened her lips, then whispered three incredible words. “I trust you.”
I growled and sank inside her pussy, inch by fucking inch, forcing my way into her slick tightness. I was so hard for her, so iron hard that the penetration held an edge of pain. There was so much sensation, between the intensity of her heat and her squeezing muscles. How long since I’d fucked a woman bareback? Years and years, many girlfriends ago, when I was open to fluid bonding and trust.
She said she trusted me, which almost shattered me. What had I done to deserve that trust? I tried to be honest with her, and I was telling the truth about using condoms. I was glad now that I’d been so fastidious, because it allowed me to have this reckless fuck with her now. Her walls gripped me, pulsing with raw, wanton need. I was already so close to coming, but I didn’t want that, because I needed this to last longer. I tried to draw back, to distance myself and enjoy her gasps and moans, her thrusting hips. I fisted her thick, messy hair, bit her neck, kissed her forehead, and basked in her scent.
“Don’t stop,” she said. “Please…”
I didn’t want to hurt her, but that please triggered something inside me. She was begging for more, and my body wanted more. I grabbed her hips and plowed her with my cock, driving deep, letting her know—beyond the bondage and rough kisses—that I was in charge. I was ravishing her, stretching her tight pussy with my thrusting shaft. She whined, acknowledging my dominance and her submission to it.
“You feel so fucking good.” I bit the words out against her ear as I dug fingers in her hair.
She arched her neck as I tugged, but she didn’t fight me. “Harder,” she whispered, like she was ashamed for me to hear.
I grabbed her neck instead of her hair, squeezing the smooth column, stroking the velvet skin I’d raked with my teeth. She gazed back at me, so engaged, driving me on. She wanted this. She liked this.
And me? I’d never fucked any woman with this much intensity. What are you doing? What do you want?
“I’m going to come,” she said. “Oh, God, please. Can I come?”
Fucking hot, that she asked me for permission. I answered by shoving a couple fingers into her mouth, then replacing them with my tongue. Som
ething in my brutal kiss triggered her climax, and I urged her along with ragged encouragement. “That’s right. Come for me. Come harder, you fucking wanton. I want to feel you squeezing every inch of my cock.”
Her sensual abandon was gorgeous. Breathtaking. Her shoulders writhed, her bound fists pumping behind her back, still caught in their bondage. Her legs squeezed my waist, her heels kicking into the small of my back. A heaviness grew, expanding like a bubble inside me. I knew I was going to come soon—come hard—but for the first time in my life, I wasn’t in control of it. She wrested it from me, trapping and taking me, going wild in my arms.
A few more thrusts and the bubble burst, sending pleasure along every nerve, blending with the darkness and her scent, and her hot sex shoving against me. My limbs trembled until I struggled to stand, but damn, I wouldn’t drop her. I held her and rode through my orgasm with a few more violent thrusts, cupping her face and gazing into her eyes for the last ones. I couldn’t say anything. The depth of my pleasure had stolen my voice.
I came to a rest, sagging against the wall. Lust-adrenaline gave way to muscle exhaustion, and I had to let her down, but I didn’t let her go. She stood against me, within the cage of my body as I bowed my head to hers and murmured in her ear.
“I tried to stay away from you.” I pushed stray strands of hair back from her face. “It didn’t work.”
She didn’t answer. Fuck. All my violence fled, replaced by concern. I reached behind her to untie the cardigan and free her arms.
“Stretch a little,” I said, pulling them forward. “They might feel stiff. Are your shoulders okay?”
“My shoulders are fine.” She gave them a little roll, then adjusted her panties and her skirt, and leaned to pull up her slouching socks. She looked down at the floor, at the scattering of hairpins, then back up at me. “How does my hair look?”
A little laugh escaped her, too hysterical for my comfort. I shoved my cock in my pants and tucked in my shirt, and pulled her back into my arms. I could feel her trembling as I rubbed a hand up and down her back. “Are you cold?” I asked.
“No. Can you help me put on my sweater?”
