“Oh, believe me, baby. I have no work on my mind. Only play.”
He covers my mouth in a kiss so forceful I push my hips up. Shit. His tongue slides along the seam of my mouth, flicking between my lips and begging for entry. I allow him, opening for him, letting my tongue sweep against his. He squeezes my waist and lowers his body on top of mine, hard and defined and so f**king perfect.
I slide my hands beneath his jacket and tug his shirt free of his trousers. The skin on his back is hot beneath my fingers as they creep under the hem of his shirt, and he groans quietly when I wrap my legs around his back.
The way my body arches into his, the tensing of my muscles that hold him to me, the deep sweep of my tongue across his—they all say how much I need him. They tell both of us how much my body needs his, how much it craves the sweet touch of his skin against mine.
He loosens his tie and loops it over his head, still knotted, and slides one hand up my dress to my ass. He squeezes lightly, and I tug desperately at his jacket. It falls to his elbows and I tear his buttons open, his shirt following shortly after. Then he slips his hands beneath my body. They flatten against the small of my back and hold me to him.
Aaron lifts me, walking me across his office, and perches me on the edge of his desk. “I told you I’d f**k you on this desk, and since everyone is gone for lunch, I’m going to f**k you hard. Hard enough that you scream my name so the whole building can hear you.”
My body arches into him in response to his words. I don’t need to say anything. This is the time my body says everything I can’t put together.
He swipes his hand across the desk, and holy f**king shit, the papers and pens scatter just like they do in the movies. Before I can wonder when this became my life, he lays me back and eases my dress up over my hips.
Once again, my mouth is taken by his, this time hot and desperate, needy and forceful. I’m a prisoner beneath his body, my bare ass against the chill of his glass desk, while he runs his hands over my body.
They find my hips and, eventually, my aching, wet clit. He rubs me through my panties, making my back arch and my breath hitch, but it’s not enough.
I want all of him. I want every inch of him inside me until I forget the crap hanging over us and give in to the sheer pleasure I know only he can give me.
“Aaron, please,” I whisper into his neck, grabbing his back desperately. “I need you.”
“How badly do you need me, Day? Tell me. Tell me how badly you want me to f**k you right now.” He kisses down my neck to my collarbone, sucking lightly on my pulse point, making me tighten.
“Don’t f**k me around Aaron. Just f**k me. You know how badly I need you.”
“No, I don’t,” he breathes, grinding his erection against my throbbing pu**y. “Tell me, Dayton.”
“Tell you what?”
He slips two fingers inside me. “Tell me how desperately you need me to fill you and stretch you until you throw your head back and whisper my name. Tell me how fiercely you want me to drive my c**k into you. Tell me how hard you want me to hold your hips against mine. Tell me how much you want this.” He unzips his fly and positions the head of his hard, gleaming c**k at my opening. “Tell me how desperately you need me inside you until you’re incapable of screaming anything but my name.”
“You demanding?” I flex my hips, trying to get more of him inside.
“Requiring, baby. Tell me right the f**k now or I’m zipping my pants and leaving you here wide open and begging on my desk.”
The idea of that sends a lightning jolt through my body, and I dig my nails into my skin. I lift my face to his, my mouth by his ear, and I give him what he wants.
“I want you inside me, Aaron. I want you to sink into me until you forget where you end and I begin, until we forget what’s real and what isn’t. I want you inside me until you’re f**king me so hard all you can think of is the sweet heat of my pu**y clenching around you as I cry your name into your ear and bite your shoulder in pleasure. Is that enough for you, baby? Is that what you want? To know I want you to f**k me until I see motherfucking stars from the sheer force of the pure pleasure you give me?”
He drives into me in one swift thrust, stretching every muscle and making them clench. “Yes. That’s what I want to know, Dayton. I want you to know you’ll see nothing as you come around me.”
“Then you should stop talking and f**k me right the hell now.”
And he does. He pulls me into him, tilting my hips up, and pushes himself so far inside me that there isn’t a part of my core untouched by him. The heat from his penetration spreads through my body, taking each of my limbs hostage by the beauty of the feeling.
He pushes deep with every thrust into me, each one harder than the last, more desperate, more frantic, more needing. I claw at his back and push my body into him, loving the rawness of it. This is pure. Unadulterated. Desperate. The very thing I need right now.
He pinches my nipple and rolls it between his fingers. I moan at the body-filling feeling. Desire hotter than I’ve ever felt encompasses me as he takes my other in his mouth, still pounding me.
He releases my nipple, and at his groan, the sex turns carnal. It changes to a f**k in the purest sense of the word. It’s primal, and the only goal is pleasure. A scream and a clench and a release.
Our skin slaps together as he drives himself into me relentlessly, his only goal to come. I tilt my hips up and take him farther, allowing him to hit every spot inside me.
Then the skin above his c**k rubs my clit, the stubble from his trimmed hair harsh and brutal against the tender nub, and I give in.
To the harsh pounding, to the desperate breaths in my ear, to the clenching of my muscles, to the digging of his fingers at my hips.
I come. Explosively. Suddenly. Incredibly. An all-encompassing shudder of my body that tenses every muscle I have. A crazy, out-of-this-world release that takes all of me hostage.
Aaron’s fingers dig as deep into my skin as mine are into his as he grunts my name. I push into him, milking every drop of his orgasm.
The feeling of his skin against mine is something to savor. No matter how many times I grind my hips into his and pull every drop of salty come from him.
Aaron slides a hand into my hair and turns my head into his. “Good thing I just cleared my afternoon for you, Miss Black.” He pulls out of me, a hard kiss taking my lips.
“No. You reschedule and get the hell on with it, Stone.”
“No. We have other things to attend to this afternoon.” He stands and buttons his fly, tucking his half-hard dick inside his boxers.