He pulled away only so he had room to nibble his way up her neck. He bit her earlobe and whispered, “This time I’m not going to finish until you’ve been thoroughly fucked and when I do finish, it’s going to be with my cock buried as deep as I can get it inside you.”
She whimpered in need. Was it possible to orgasm from words alone? She didn’t put it past him to try. Though she had a feeling it wouldn’t take long, she was already a quivering mess.
“Is that what you wanted when you came into my office and dropped that sheet?” He snaked his hand between their bodies and thrust two fingers inside her. “You need my cock here? Filling you up? Stretching that cunt as I push inside deep and hard?”
Her legs wobbled and she nodded.
“Words, Sasha. Give me words or you get nothing.”
“Yes, Sir.” She swayed against him, high on lust and need. “That’s what I want.”
“Then that’s what I’m going to give you and that’s what you’re going to take.” He gave her neck one last hard nibble and then stepped back. “And to start with, you’re going to take it in your mouth.”
She dropped her gaze to his groin and swallowed. Fucking yes, she couldn’t wait to taste him. He unzipped his pants, pushed them down, and stepped out of them. He didn’t have underwear on and, hot damn, the size of him made her pussy ache with need. She wanted to have him inside her right then and hoped he didn’t wait too long to take her.
“Stop looking at it and suck it.”
His voice snapped her back to attention and she scurried to her knees. She moved as quickly as possible, but tried to remember everything about the moment: the hard muscle of his thighs as her hands traveled up the back of his legs, the tight and unyielding way his hands fisted her hair, and his sharp intake of breath when she slid her lips over his tip and flicked her tongue against him before sucking him deep.
“Fucking hell, I knew you’d feel good.” His hands held her head steady while he pushed inside. “Take me, Sasha. Take every damn inch of me.”
He gave her time to adjust to him, but he wasn’t leisurely about it. She had only enough time to feel somewhat comfortable before he pushed deeper.
“There you go,” he said, holding still. “A little more.” And he went deeper.
She moved her hands to feel how much more of him there was, but he slapped them away.
“Keep your hands on my thighs and concentrate on using your mouth to make my cock feel good.” With one last rock of his hips, he hissed, “There. Fuck. There’s all of it. Now suck it hard. Suck my cock.”
It had been months since she last gave a blow job, but she used everything she knew to get him off and bring him pleasure. He guided her head with his hands and she worked his cock with a combination of sucks and licks that had him moaning.
“Fuck, yes. Your mouth feels so good.”
He kept up his movements, using her solely for his pleasure, and she loved it. Loved how she affected him and loved having him in her mouth. She braced herself for his release, but he pulled away with a grunt.
“Bedroom. Now,” he commanded, stripping his shirt off.
Her heart raced as she stood to her feet. She meant to head to the bedroom, but was momentarily stunned by the sight of him naked. The man should never wear clothes. Covering up a body like his was a crime against nature.
“You can take your time and look later.” He sounded faintly amused. “But right now I want you on all fours in the middle of the bed. Facing the headboard, offering yourself for my use.”
His words broke her out of her stupor, but only because the thought of waiting for him that way was such a turn-on.
“Yes, Sir,” she said and walked out of the office. She tried to walk as normally as possible, but his gaze was hot on her back and heated her entire body.
She alternated between excitement and holy shit, what have I done as she made her way down the hall. No sound came from behind her, but she felt his presence all the same. It took all her willpower not to peek over her shoulder while she got into position.
His words repeated in her head and she was acutely aware of her submission to him. In fact, she wasn’t sure she’d ever felt more submissive than she had waiting on the bed for him.
She heard him enter the room only because he wanted her to. A soft shuffle of feet and a gentle rustle alerted her that he was there. She held as still as possible.
The bed dipped slightly with his weight and his hands brushed her backside. “How are you feeling?”
“Not too sore, Sir.”
“In that case, I’ll have to adjust my stroke next time.”
She gasped as he pressed on a welt. “I meant not too sore to”—she paused, looking for the word—“to continue.”
He kissed one cheek. “Good.” His hands ran up her body and gently pushed her forward so she rested on her forearms. “This first time will be rather quick. I need to be inside you too badly to go slow. But you’re allowed to come whenever you wish.”
“Thank you, Sir.” She was already so turned on, she knew it wouldn’t take much for her to come. For at least this first time she could simply enjoy and not have to worry about holding out.
His hands caressed her backside, careful to avoid her welts. And then, his fingers slid between her legs and dipped into her. “It makes me so hard to feel how wet you are for me. Knowing how much you want me.”
“I do, Sir.” She moaned as his fingers started pumping in and out of her. “So bad.” It had been ten months since she’d been with anyone and until that very moment she hadn’t realized how badly she craved the feel of a man inside her. The last time had been with Peter. Her body tensed at the memory.
“Sasha?” Cole’s fingers stopped.
“Sorry. Had a small flashback. Please don’t stop.”
“I need you to be sure.”
“I’m sure. Please.” She’d never forgive herself if he stopped. “I need this. I need you.”
“If you’re certain, I want you to ask for it.” Ever so slowly his fingers started moving again. “Beg me.”
The sensual slide of his fingers ignited her once more. “Please. Fuck me.” She gasped as they went deeper. “Oh, god. Yes.”
“How many people are in this bed?”