“How wet are you, Georgie?”
I knew I was soaking. I could even feel a drip on my inner thigh and he hadn’t even touched me yet.
“I need you to answer me.”
“Wet. I’m really wet.”
I nearly bolted upright when he was suddenly there, his finger slipping through my wetness as if checking to make sure I was telling the truth. He must have anticipated my reaction because he put one hand on my chest to keep me steady as I tried to arch my back off the desk.
“Nice to see you’re not lying to me.”
Then his touch disappeared until I felt his finger tracing my upper lip. “Open.” I did and I tasted myself as I suckled his finger. He suddenly withdrew and his mouth replaced it. For a moment, it was soft as his tongue swirled and tasted the remnants of me, but then like a trigger going off, his weight was on top of me and he slammed his mouth on mine.
Taking.
Claiming.
Fierce and almost angry.
His chest was naked against mine, but the rough denim of his jeans rubbed against me. His fingers curled into my hair and pulled as he tilted my head slightly, a harsh assault as if he couldn’t kiss me hard enough.
He was aggressive as he ground into me, the edge of the desk cutting into my upper thighs, but I didn’t care because I wanted Deck like this. It was him being out of control and Deck was never out of control. I made him this way, and it couldn’t have turned me on more.
He growled low then pulled back. “Keep your eyes closed.” He sounded like he had some control back as his weight lifted off me, but I could still hear his heavy breathing and knew he hadn’t left me again. What I didn’t know was what he was going to do next.
Then I heard the creak of the leather as he sat in his chair again, the wheels rolled over the hardwood. Was it closer to me or further away? What was he doing?
“Open your legs wider so I can see your pussy glisten.”
I swallowed and did what he wanted, my stomach on a never-ending roller coaster ride.
“Wider.”
I did and felt the strain in my thighs at the position. It wasn’t painful, just uncomfortable when all I wanted to do was lock my legs around his waist and feel his cock inside me again.
“Good girl.” I felt his lips kiss my inner thigh and I nearly leapt off the desk and jumped him. Instead, I sucked in air and moaned, about to say his name when he moved away again. “Do you like this, Georgie?”
I nodded. I’d never been so turned on in my life, and I had a lot of books and a vibrator I had used for my fantasies of Deck. But never had I had a fantasy like this.
“Do you want me?”
“Yes.” It was a breathless begging.
“You’ll never lie to me again, will you?”
I shook my head. He knew damn well I’d say anything right now.
“One lie and this ends. I walk. And Georgie, I’m not coming back.”
I stiffened. Now that I had Deck, I couldn’t ever imagine not having him, but it was going to be hard as hell explaining the purging. He’d never understand why I had to do it. Shit, I didn’t understand it. Kai seemed to. The charming bastard had one hell of a fucked-up mind. I didn’t even want to know what had happened to him to find out why he was the way he was.
“You want to come?” Deck asked.
“Baby, my clit is a grenade with the pin pulled.”
He chuckled and I almost opened my eyes at the unfamiliar sound. Deck rarely chuckled and the warmth filling my chest was as if I’d been handed heaven in the palm of my hand.
Then his tongue flicked across me and I sighed with relief. His hands gripped my thighs and he was licking between my folds, tasting, as the rumble of his groan vibrating against me made me arch into him. His hands tightened on my thighs and opened my legs even further.
Circling, suckling then roaming slow and hard over my moisture. His hand left my leg and then his finger shoved inside me and I cried out. The pressure built into a cavalcade of emotions as he pressed in and out while his tongue flicked and suckled repeatedly until I screamed out. Arching into him and grabbing his head, my hands curled into his hair.
He kept going, pressing my orgasm out longer until I was so sensitive I was pushing his head away. He growled at me and grabbed my wrists, forcing them down hard on the desk and locking them in place. Not even for a second did his tongue stop.
My legs quivered and were closing in on his shoulders as I wiggled to get away from his mouth. “Deck.” It was hurting. Uncomfortable. Almost painful until suddenly it stopped and I felt the familiar pressure building inside me again.
“Oh, God. Oh, God!” It hit me like a bolt of lightning and I banged my head against the desk as I came again, fighting against his hands as my body arched and tried to curl into him.
Finally, he gave one long, slow lick up me then let me go.
I WANTED TO shove my cock into her so badly it was like trying to stop myself from drinking a glass of water in the middle of the desert. I had no doubt she wouldn’t complain, but I knew she had to be sore after I fucked her like a crazed animal and she’d been a virgin.
Jesus. A virgin. I may have kept men watching her, but I never suspected she hadn’t had sex before. She talked like she did. I’d hated it when her mouth would run off about fucking, licking or anything sexual. She even flaunted Crisis, the sex-crazed guitarist in the band Tear Asunder. Nearly sent me over the edge when I saw her arm around him.
Crisis may be a flirt and a slut, but he wasn’t stupid and he’d backed off Georgie despite her protests. I had wondered if she’d ever slept with him, though. Now, I knew, and I realized the tightness in my chest was gone. She was mine. Completely.