Page 48 of My Office Rival (Keep Your Enemy Closer #2)
JASON
C ynthia was boneless against the quilt as I tied her ankles to each bedpost. I ran a palm down her back, and she shuddered and gasped. Perfect. She was there. I knew that feeling. Letting go was blissful. But I had to know she wanted this.
“Good?”
“Yes,” she murmured into the quilt.
“Normally, I’d have special ties for this.
I’d bind your hands behind your back or to the bed.
Or maybe cuffs. I think you’d like the cuffs.
” She’d look so good like that. One palm landed on the round cheek of her ass, and I dug bruising fingers into it before slipping them down, down, to where she was wet and wanting.
“Oh fuck,” I breathed. She was slick all the way down her thighs. “Were you dripping for me while you sucked my cock?”
“Yes,” she sobbed into the quilt.
“Relax, sweetheart. Let me make this good. I know what I’m doing.
” One stroke, another, another, until she was limp on the comforter.
My chest ached at how she trusted me, how she was willing to do this, because I’d asked.
She’d never been part of this world before, but now she wanted to learn.
For me. I wanted to worship her, to make this so good she’d never forget the way our bodies fit together.
I bent my head between her legs to taste her, and she cried out.
Thick swipes, soft strokes, delicate flicks.
The taste of her was everything. Her breathy sighs were music to my ears.
I was rough with my hands on her body, but gentle with my tongue, until I knew she saw stars.
My cock was jerking against the bed, already so close after the way she’d sucked me down.
But I could last. I was the king of drawing out pleasure until it was nearly pain.
I sucked her clit into my mouth and smacked her ass, hard. She bucked and screamed into the quilt. The slick rush against my tongue told me everything I needed to know.
I rose behind her, pressing her down with one hand. “Stay flat on the bed. Take it, okay? If it’s too much, safe word.”
“Too much?” Her voice was a little hoarse.
“I’m going to fuck you like I hate you.” I slipped one finger into her, then two, and she trembled. I leaned over to kiss her shoulder, even as my cock nudged her entrance. “Never believe it. This is the furthest thing from hate.”
Her hands fisted the sheets. I wanted it hard, but I couldn’t bear to hurt her.
I pressed in to her wet heat and my cock pulsed.
She felt really fucking good, and I exhaled through the overwhelming sensation.
One inch, then another. When I was sure she was wet and ready, already pulsing around me, I slammed home.
She cried out and clenched around my cock.
She moved her hips, and I pressed her into the mattress, forcing her to take it at the angle I wanted.
I fucked her with ruthless intensity, each thrust deep and hard.
Her frustrated, needy sounds were the perfect soundtrack to the grip of her on my cock.
They accompanied my low words of encouragement.
I told her she was beautiful, perfect, too much for me, even as my legs shook and my back arched with pleasure.
Another sharp roll of my hips and she moved across the bed. A heavy thrust and the slap of our bodies together was nearly obscene in the dark room .
She gasped out a breath. “I get it, Jason. Holy shit.”
Her words were everything I needed to hear.
I wasn’t too much for her, wasn’t a freak.
She loved this. I closed my eyes and rolled my hips, again and again, moving by feel alone, but suddenly, I needed more.
I smoothed shaking hands down her sides and slipped out of her.
She gasped at the loss, but I was already untying her ankles with fumbling fingers.
“Flip over for me.”
She complied. Her lids were half-closed, and she looked pleasure-drunk.
“I’m done playing, sweetheart.” I pressed my lips to her throat, the underside of her breast, her stomach. “I need all of you. No games.”
She nodded, a smile on her lips. “You’re so hot. Please get back here,” she murmured, her words soft, appreciative. The look in her eyes went beyond lust.
I slid back into her and she shuddered. I rolled my hips, keeping my eyes on her face. I wanted to drink in all her pleasure, to capture each sigh and groan for myself. My heart thudded wildly in my chest.
“Yes, Jason, yes.” She grabbed at me, trying to force me deeper, and I let her.
Pleasure tightened my groin in sharp bursts.
She arched helplessly under me and I reached to circle her clit.
Once, twice, and then she was coming, clenching reflexively around me and thrashing against the bed.
I gritted my teeth. I needed to make this last for her, but it was hard, so hard, with her perfect body and her breathy moans.
I slid out and in again, my cock thickening, then jerking, the orgasm taking me by surprise as sharp pleasure crested and I thrust sloppily into her.
I squeezed my eyes shut and shuddered, the final jerks of my cock drawing her orgasm out.
I slumped and met her gaze. Her eyes were soft.
“That was the best sex ever,” she murmured.
I love you, I thought. I love you and you have no idea.
My eyes must have given me away, because she reached up to brush my face with her thumb. “Jason, you good?”
“Yes, just winded. I did most of the work there.” I grinned, even while my pulse pounded and my body thrummed with the need to crush her to me. I pulled out of her and winced. “Stay there.”
I got a wet cloth from the bathroom and returned to wipe gently at her thighs. She sighed and stretched out on the bed. “No one has done that for me before.”
I wasn’t surprised. Men were jerks. “Aftercare is big in the kink community. It’s nice to feel cared for after sex.” I tossed the cloth away and flopped down next to her. “So, not too much for you?” I needed to hear it.
She levered herself up to look me in the eye. “Did you miss my comment about that being the best sex ever? I wasn’t gassing you up, Jason. Something about you, about us…” She closed her eyes and shivered. “It really works for me.”
It really worked for me too. “Come here,” I said roughly. I pulled her against me, tucking her body against my own. I need this to last. Ending things with her might kill me. So don’t end it. Make her yours. Tomorrow, maybe. I would be brave enough tomorrow.