He wanted to thank his lucky stars that she was so willing to dirty talk back in her own way. He’d never expected her to, but she sure as hell seemed to be loving it, judging from how she felt against his fingers.
Drawing a slow, lingering line against her delicious wetness first, he then teased at her clit. She arched her hips against his hand, and her breathing grew erratic. Her blouse had fallen open along her shoulder and he planted another bruising kiss there, more teeth nipping into her skin. She bowed her back in response, and his mouth cruised over her throat to her full br**sts, all while using his fingers to explore the hot flesh that called out for him. He stroked her swollen clit until she moaned so loudly, he reflexively glanced at the door. But he didn’t really care whether anyone heard because she’d opened her legs wider, asking for more. He worked his fingers faster, then slid a finger inside her.
“Oh God,” she gasped and her voice rose an octave.
Another finger, and her breath caught.
“You like that, don’t you?”
“I do,” she panted.
He pressed the pad of his thumb harder against her, rubbing circles that drove her into a whole new level of frenzy.
“I want to know what you look like when you lose control, Jamie. I want you to give it all to me. Fuck my hand,” he said, and she responded, panting and moaning as she rocked her hips. “You smell so unbelievably sexy when you’re this turned on,” he said, starting to lose his mind with desire for her.
“It’s all because of you,” she said as she dropped her hand from his hips to his c**k and stroked him through his jeans, driving him wild.
“You like that? You like how hard you make me?” he said, practically groaning into her ear because he was so damn ready for her. “If you touch me, you’re going to need to finish me off, you know that, right?”
“I’m dying to feel you,” she said, gasping out the words in an unsteady voice.
A low rumble worked its way up his chest as he crooked his fingers into her, loving how she gripped him with her creamy flesh. “You can only touch me after you come.”
Her mouth fell open, and she bucked against his hand as he took her to the edge.
She screamed out a yes, grappling at his hips, his waist, to hold on tight as her orgasm crashed through her beautiful body. He rained kisses on her neck as she came down from her climax, savoring the taste of her sweet skin and the way she’d let go completely with him.
A minute later, she unzipped his jeans and reached inside, taking him in her hands.
He closed his eyes, hitched in a breath at the feel of her soft hand stroking his shaft. He’d pictured this many times, imagined Jamie touching him. But more than that, he’d pictured making her come on his cock.
He curled his palm around her hand, then took her hand off of him.
“I want you against the wall. And I want to know what you sound like when I make you come twice in one night,” he said, scooping her up from the shelf and setting her on the floor.
She obliged, that wild look in her eyes telling him all he needed to know. She pressed her hands against the wall, and he was rewarded with the gorgeous sight of her skirt hiked up to her waist and her ass wiggling.
“Jamie.” She looked at him over her shoulder and he smacked her ass lightly. Her eyes widened. “I want to look at you while I f**k you senseless,” he said, turning her around. He took out a condom, rolled it on, and lifted her up against the wall, pressing her spine into the wood.
“You ready for me?”
“So ready,” she said.
Then he sunk into her.
…
Jamie’s head was fuzzy, and her body felt like it was vibrating. Somewhere, in the recesses of her mind, she knew this was a recipe for disaster. But she’d never had sex like this before. Hard, rough, all heat and need. She never knew she’d like it so much. That she’d love it so much. She wasn’t a Goody Two-shoes, but her repertoire had been missionary and girl-on-top mostly, and never had she gotten it on in a storage room. Yet here she was with her legs spread in her place of work. The knowledge that she was mere feet away from the party she’d planned sent a charge through her, the riskiness leading her on.
She gripped his shoulders tight, holding on as he stroked inside her. He moved hard, just like he kissed. Possessively, hungrily, like he wanted to own her body. She could barely even move, but she didn’t need to because he held her ass in his strong hands, all while filling her. Then he slowed his rhythm, making sure she felt every single exhilarating thrust, as his fingers dug into her flesh.
“I want you to feel all of me,” he said, groaning into her ear. “I want you to feel everything as I f**k you deep, Jamie.”
The world was fading out with his words. Wild tension gripped every corner of her body, like she was held taut with lust. She closed her eyes, let her head fall back with each agonizing stroke, climbing closer to another release. “I do, I do feel everything,” she whispered in broken breaths.
“Look at me,” he said harshly. “I want to watch you come. I want you to look at me when I come inside you.”
She opened her eyes, his face a few inches above hers. His dark blue eyes holding her gaze. She couldn’t move, he was in 100 percent control of her—her pleasure and her body—and he was taking them to another level, insisting on closeness. It was so intimate now as they locked their gazes, the connection so intense they didn’t need to talk anymore. No more directions, no more dirty words. She watched as his eyebrows raised, the strain and the tension written on his face, as he thrust in her, slow, hard, deep. She was coiled and tight inside, from the torturous pace, from the exquisite agony of another build, her body reaching for more, craving another climax.