Beg for It(21)

He moves back to her throat, nipping and sucking. Then her ear. His breath, hot, caresses her, and his tongue flicks at the tender earlobe until she writhes beneath him. She tilts her body, but he shifts so he slides along her cunt without pushing inside.

“I want you to f*ck me,” he whispers in her ear. “I want it so much, I thought about it, I never thought you would…I didn’t know. I want it so much it hurts.”

He quiets, breathing hard against her neck, still supporting himself on his arms. Corinne turns her face to kiss his cheek. She embraces him, urging him to cover her with his full weight.

“Get on your back,” she says after a second or so, feeling his heart pounding so hard against her she is surprised it doesn’t leap right out of his chest.

They roll. She gets off him to slip into the harness, which requires only a few adjustments of the buckles at each hip to fit her just right. She strips away the protective film at the bottle’s opening and uncaps it, then coats the shaft with a thick layer of lube.

Kneeling between his legs, she puts her hands beneath his knees to support them. She settles the tip of her cock against him, not pushing. Not rushing. After a second or so, she uses a hand at the base of it to guide it, pressing slowly. It’s different than when she uses her fingers. Harder to judge his comfort level, because she has no sensation in the rubber phallus.

“More,” he says. “I’m okay.”

Inch by inch, she enters him, until she’s seated to the base. The dildo has been designed to press her clit, though the sensation surprises her. His eyes lock on hers. Their fingers link, gripping the outsides of his thighs.

Corinne moves, withdrawing as slowly as she’d pushed forward. Then in again. Out. His body accepts her, and better than that, his cock has gone as dark a purple-red as she’s ever seen it. Every sound he makes urges her on, a little faster. A little harder. The pressure on her clit builds and she tries to hold off, tries not to go mindless with it, because she doesn’t want to hurt him, but oh, f*ck, oh yes, it feels so good, she’s so close, she’s going to come from this and can’t believe it.

She’s not even stroking his cock, but Reese is making those noises she knows mean he’s going to come soon. Corinne slows the pace, teasing herself and him. Fascinated by the sight of his face. She’s never seen him look quite like this. His eyes are open but glazed. If he sees her, she thinks it must be through the same fuzzy glow that surrounds him.

“I’m gonna come!” His cry echoes, tipping her over the edge.

Orgasm tears through her. Her pace stutters from the pleasure. She can’t concentrate on anything but riding this, wave after wave of ecstasy. She f*cks into him with short, jagged motions and he shouts hoarsely, coming in thick, white spurts.

“I love f*cking you, Reese,” she says. “I love you, oh, f*ck…I love you.”

The words are out of her before she can stop them, but if he hears them he doesn’t say anything. They’re both caught in the tsunami of orgasm, tumbling and rolling with it, incapable of doing anything but letting the waves take them. With the aftershocks still coursing through her, she slows the thrusting. Her nails have dug marks into his thighs. His cock is spent but not yet soft.

Carefully, Corinne eases free of his body, noticing how he winces. She goes to the bathroom and stands for a moment, weak-kneed and semidelirious with what has just happened. The rubber cock juts from between her thighs, and she no longer feels ridiculous. She feels powerful and grateful and, in the aftermath of her outburst, a little bit anxious.

She shouldn’t. Still naked but without the accessories, she slides into bed so he can spoon her, and the press of his kiss to the back of her neck beneath her hair is familiar and cherished.

“I love you too,” Reese tells her.





Chapter Ten



“It seems like a lot of cash to throw at a failing business, and I’m far from one to look a cash cow in the mouth, so to speak, but it seems too good to be true.” Lynn said this in his careful, measured voice. “Can I ask, Mr. Ebersole, what prompted you to change the terms of the offer?”

Corinne sat in stunned silence. She’d arrived early to this morning’s meeting to find Tony and Reese already in the conference room. New paperwork. New terms.

A brand new offer.

“After discussing some things with Ms. Barton, I came to the realization that I’d vastly undervalued Stein and Sons.” Reese steadfastly did not look in her direction. “With some more research, I’ve determined that there’s a lot more potential here than I’d previously thought, and with my contacts in the greater metropolitan areas, I’m thinking I could really turn this business around.”

“Instead of just selling off the pieces of it?” Patty asked with a look at Lynn.

Ryan shifted in his chair. “You think you can get us in the hands of customers who like what we’re selling?”

“And the mouths,” Reese said. “Which is where you really want to be, right?”

Everyone laughed except Corinne, who managed a smile that strained the corners of her mouth. She’d tossed and turned every night since Friday, caught up in the memories. Only this time instead of sweet and sexy melancholia, she’d been fighting a slowly rising fury. With Reese for showing up this way, for this f*ckery, but also with herself for the way, even now, she still wanted him.