Emily
“WHO SAID YOU get to see me naked?” I asked, holding onto his wrists, shocked that I’d let things between us get this far. So, it wasn’t illegal, and Link wasn’t technically my client, but this was still wrong.
But it felt so damn right.
It had been months since I’d last gotten laid, and Lance had been nothing to write home about. The few orgasms he’d given me had been from me moving his clueless dick into the right spot and forcing him to stay there while I did the work. Link, on the other hand, seemed like a man who knew what he was doing. Like he knew all the spots he needed to hit to make me scream.
Gaze still fixed on the buttons of my blouse, he asked, “You tellin’ me you don’t want this?”
Oh, I wanted it. He had me pinned against the wall while his gaze was promising all manner of deliciously nasty things. I was torn between fighting him and wrapping my legs around his waist to see if I could make him half as sex-crazed as I felt. His body pressed against mine, setting every inch of me on fire. My nipples were as hard as diamonds, my heart was trying to beat through my chest, my panties were soaked, and I was seconds from ripping off my own damn shirt.
“I don’t need this,” I clarified, sounding almost convincing.
“I beg to differ, babe. I think a good fuck would do wonders for you.”
Was he calling me uptight? The implication pissed me off and made me want to draw my claws. Was he goading me? Two could play that game.
“Good to know,” I snapped back. “Guess I’ll have to employ one of my many capable toys to get the job done, then.”
Releasing his hands, I pushed against his hard chest, but he didn’t so much as budge. It was like trying to move my washing machine. I was going to have to sit on my ass, brace my back against the wall, and use my legs to push him away. Which, of course, would give him a great view up my skirt.
“Why would you want to use one of your toys when I’m right here and willing to help you out? And I won’t burn up your batteries.”
“Helpmeout?”
He nodded.
“Helpfulandenvironmentally conscious,” I said.
He grinned. “I’m the full goddamn package, babe.”
Determined to wipe that cocky grin right off his face, I bucked my body forward, giving myself about an inch of breathing room, but also digging his cock into my stomach. Holy crap, the man was rock hard. And huge. The thought of him inside me sent another wave of fire down to my nether regions. I wasn’t about to give up so easily, though.
“I, too, care about the environment, but I’m willing to sacrifice a few batteries for a good ride,” I said. “A trusted ride. One I know can get the job done.”
His head whipped back, as if I’d slapped him. I had a feeling women didn’t usually give him this much trouble, but the gleam in his eyes told me he was enjoying it as much as I was.
“You don’t think I’ll be able to get you off?” he asked.
His tone was dangerous. Daring. A little thrill went up my spine. I was playing with fire and loving the way it burned up my senses and short circuited my better judgment.
“Do you vibrate?” I asked, matching his hard stare. “Do you spin and pulse? Can I shove you into that perfect spot right where I need you until my juices are flowing down you?”
He just stared at me, clearly surprised by my blunt words. Point for me.
“No? I don’t really see a benefit to using you over one of my toys, then.”
I braced myself against the wall, ready to buck him away again, but before I could launch my attack, Link ripped open my shirt. Buttons bounced across the floor as he flashed me a feral smile. Then he tugged the shreds down my arms and stripped away my bra. Shocked, I stood there and let him do it. I’d released this beast and now I had no idea what to do with him. Did I run? Did I submit? Did I cower in the corner? Fuck that. I mirrored his manic grin.
One hand grabbed both my wrists and forced them over my head, knocking down a framed newspaper clipping. It crashed to the concrete floor and the glass broke. Link didn’t seem to care. Holding my wrists against the wall with one hand, his other went straight up my skirt to cup my sex. His grin widened at what he felt.
“Do your toys make you this wet?” he asked.
Before I could answer, he attacked my lips. Slipping a finger past my panties, he stroked my folds a couple of times before plunging it inside me.
I gasped, opening my mouth wider for his tongue’s exploration.
He continued to kiss me roughly while fingering me, finally pulling back to ask, “No? I didn’t think so.”
