Too Hot to Handle (Romancing the Clarksons #1)(52)

All these thoughts passed in a matter of seconds, but it was long enough for Rita to turn her head and send him a self-conscious—albeit breathless—glance. “Jasper…”

He yanked open the side drawer of his desk, pushing papers aside until he found a condom, rolling it to the root of his dick in seconds. “You keep on saying my name like that while you spread your legs, beautiful.” He put a palm flat on Rita’s back, pushing her face down on the desk. “Welcome to show-and-tell. You’re going to slide those sexy legs apart and show me where I’ll have the privilege of putting this hungry cock. And I’ll tell you to spread them wider.”

Rita’s back started to rise and fall in rapid shudders beneath his hand, but she followed his instructions, feet shuffling wider on the wooden floor. Jasper’s own breathing grew erratic, sweat dampening his forehead. He whipped off his T-shirt, resentful of even the split second when his shirt blocked Rita from his view.

“I’m going to finger you. Want to make sure you’re a wet girl for me,” Jasper rasped, acting out his words with a sharp curse. “Dripping, ain’t you? And that’s real good, because the next thing you’ll feel is my fuck. The only thing you ever need to feel.” He smacked his flesh against the underside of her cheeks. “Hang on to the edge.”

Rita’s hands scrambled for purchase a second before Jasper pushed his dick inside her hot recess, inch by painstaking inch, guiding his girth with a hand. His uneven bellow was unrecognizable, colliding with Rita’s muffled scream in the still office. He was forced to rear back and slam forward to stretch her for those final couple inches, lifting Rita’s feet off the ground with the force of it. “Oh…holy shit,” she cried out. “Oh my God. Oh my fucking—”

“My name isn’t hard to remember, Rita. Use it.”

“Jasper. Jasper. Don’t move…okay, move. Move.”

As if an apocalypse could convince him to pull out now. She was so tight he could feel the sensation in his throat. Wrong. He’d been wrong. There was nothing down and dirty about this. The act, his words, might tell one tale, but his head and soul heard another. Jasper fell forward and planted a kiss in the center of Rita’s spine, trailing his mouth up to her neck for a rough love bite. And then there was nothing but sweaty fucking. He slid his arms beneath Rita’s shoulders, curling them around her for leverage. To prevent her from moving, escaping his pounding hips. The desk groaned, protesting the animalistic mating taking place on its surface, but Jasper registered the sound with only dim recognition, because there was only Rita and the perfect, pliant, welcome of her body.

“Fuck, I would love to see myself pumping into you from behind. Love to see you on tiptoes taking it like the devil intended.” He released one of Rita’s shoulders in favor of fisting her hair. “I’m dripping sweat onto your ass, beautiful. Watching it roll down between those jiggling cheeks. What do you think of that?”

“I like it,” she heaved out, pressing her ass up against his belly even higher. “More. I want it.”

Jasper jerked her head to the side, sliding bared teeth over her exposed shoulder, up the column of her neck. “How are your tits? Do they need anything from me? I could flip you over and suck them for a while.”

“No,” she screamed. “Don’t…please. Don’t stop.”

“Who said anything about stopping?” His drives became wild, relentless, the sound of his balls hitting wood and wet flesh, picking up rhythm. “I’d just throw one of these legs over, spin you right around on that cock you’re enjoying so much.” His teeth snagged her earlobe and pulled. “Flexible as fuck, aren’t you? I know what kind of body I’ve got beneath me. I know what you can take, so don’t question me.”

His hand twisted the strands of her hair until she agreed. “Okay. I won’t.”

Jasper’s eyelids drooped, his lower back muscles going tight. On top of Rita having the wettest, most constricting pussy he could have dreamed up, hearing her submit had pushed him too far. It was only a matter of a minute before his come filled the condom and yeah—fuck, yeah—there was a beast raging inside him to lose the latex and ride out his orgasm bareback. An impulse he’d never experienced in his lifetime. It took an actual, concerted effort to check the urge. “Rita, Rita, Rita. You’re strangling the fuck out of me.” He let go of her hair in favor of throwing one of her knees onto the desk, finding an angle that would drive her over the edge. And then he used the same hand to grip her throat, with only the barest hint of mercy. “Forget the air, Rita. You only need me to breathe.”

She splintered apart around him, screaming into the desk surface, her pussy twisting like a vise around his dick. Turning him into a pounding wild man, his hips jerking forward without a single command from his brain. He never released his hold on her throat, knowing instinctively her orgasm would reach another level if he kept up the pressure. Pressure. Everything. Zigzagging up and down his spine, filling his balls until he was speaking unintelligible words into the space above her violently shaking body.

“Ahhh, Christ, beautiful. Keep your ass up for me, take my come.” He fell forward onto her back, sliding in their mutual perspiration, his hips moving as if detached from his body. Pistoning. Humping in broken patterns, like he’d never been inside a woman before. Like he only knew the pleasure of driving his dick home and couldn’t stop indulging. Indulging. “Push up on your toes and spread. Wider. Wide enough to question your morals later when you look in the mirror.” An involuntary snarl left him. “You’re going to take all of it. You and this gorgeous cunt.”