“On the table then.” He lifts me onto the cold steel.
The temperature difference makes me gasp, and he seizes the opportunity, claiming my lips with his.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs. “So fucking beautiful.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, hauling him closer. “Less talking, more?—”
His fingers find the edge of my panties, and coherent thoughts become impossible.
“Brandon.” My voice comes out embarrassingly needy. “Please.”
His thumb explores my center through the lace, the friction just enough to drive me insane. “I love when you beg.”
“Stop teasing.” A whimper escapes. “Please.”
Something dark flickers across his face, there and replaced by that infuriating smirk, the one that used to make me want to slap him. Now, it just makes me want to kiss it off his stupidly handsome face.
“These—” A sharp tug, and my panties tear away. “Were in my way.”
His fingers trail up my inner thigh, his touch blazing like fire, and I shiver, anticipation coiling low in my belly.
“Cupcake.” His voice drops. “Spread your legs for me.”
I comply instantly, earning a dark chuckle that shoots straight to my core.
“Good girl.” His thumb finds my clit, and my hips jerk. “Always so responsive.”
“Brandon,” I falter as he eases a finger inside me. “More.”
He adds another finger, curling them perfectly. “Like this?”
“Yes, fu—” My head falls back as he sets a steady rhythm.
His free hand tangles in my hair, yanking until I meet his gaze. The intensity there makes me clench around his fingers.
“Watch me,” he orders. “I want to see your face when you come.”
His thumb returns to my clit, and keeping my eyes open becomes a battle. The dual sensations build rapidly, threatening to overwhelm me.
“That’s it.” His fingers speed up. “Let go for me.”
My thighs start trembling, and he must feel it because his grip in my hair tightens.
“Brandon.” I’m close. So close.
“Come for me, cupcake.”
The orgasm hits hard, washing over me in waves while his fingers work me through it, his eyes never leaving mine.
When I finally come down, my body boneless and held up only by his arm around my waist, he withdraws slowly.
“Fuck,” I manage between breaths.
He sucks his fingers clean while maintaining eye contact. The sight alone makes me throb again.
“Turn around.” His voice drops to that commanding tone that liquefies my spine. “Hands on the counter.”
I brace myself on shaking arms. He comes up behind me, kicking my legs wider, and one hand gripping my hip as the other guides his cock to my entrance.
