The Hardest Fall(117)

The words died in my mouth as we kissed again and I was carried…away…somewhere.

When a door opened and closed, and my back hit a wall, our lips still connected, I opened my eyes to see where we were. We could’ve walked for hours and I wouldn’t have noticed. Apparently, he’d only carried me up the stairs I’d seen earlier; we were in Jimmy’s office. I registered the mostly empty mahogany desk, small old-school safe, tall file cabinet, and couch. It wasn’t big in the slightest, but it did look pretty comfy, and I was more than happy to spend the night on it with Dylan. Since it was so small, it meant I’d get to creep even closer to him.

When Dylan nipped my lips, I lost all focus again and there was just us. When he carried me away from the wall, he didn’t take me to the couch like I expected him to. Nope, he took me to the desk and dropped my ass right on it.

Before I had a chance to open my mouth or even catch my breath, he was taking off my shirt. For a really short moment, I wanted to hide myself from him, but instead, I reached for the hem of his shirt and peeled it off of him. Giving my breasts—which were hiding in my favorite light blue bra—a quick look, he groaned and pulled my legs open, stepping right in between. He put his palms on the desk on either side of my hips, caging me in, and brought his face down to mine to kiss me. I had to lean back and hold on to him to return his out-of-control kiss. He only stopped when my back touched the wooden surface.

“I didn’t even get a chance to learn what turns you on,” he murmured right before sucking and gently biting the skin on my neck.

“I don’t think you need to learn anything,” I rushed out, my voice coming out all choppy. “You’re pretty much killing me, so I’d say it’s working, and you just looking at me seems to get me going, so…”

He laughed, and the sound vibrated on my skin. “You telling me you’re wet for me?”

His hands gripped my waist and slid me downward in one quick movement. I gasped and laughed, holding on to his shoulders. Then I felt his thick, hard cock against the seam of my jeans and lost it completely. Biting his neck, I let out the most wanton moan. I wiggled and pushed myself down as hard as I could as his fingers tightened their grip on my waist to keep me still. Letting go of my hold on his shoulders, I reached between us and tried to unzip his jeans. When it didn’t get me anywhere, I pulled back from the kiss and hit my head pretty hard on the desk.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.”

He had the audacity to laugh.

“Easy, baby,” he whispered, one of his hands gently tangling in my hair and smoothing the pain away. “You want me?”

I couldn’t have wanted him more, and I really didn’t think I could speak at that moment, so I just nodded. We stared into each other’s eyes, not moving, and whatever he saw in my face made him shake his head and smile down at me. His cheeks looked flushed, his lips swollen—because of me. He took a deep breath as I held mine. His already dark blue eyes were darker, like the night sky, and I couldn’t remember ever seeing anything more perfect.

“I wish I could capture this moment,” I whispered. “You…just looking at me the way you do.”

“You’ll have all the time in the world to do anything you want to do to me, Zoe. Trust me.”

When I licked my lips, his hands finally moved down and he started to take off his pants. I did the same, wiggling and trying to get rid of them as quickly as possible. I knocked a few files off the desk, but neither of us seemed to care.

“Let me,” Dylan said, and he took my pants off in a second, my panties sliding off with them.

I didn’t think I could wait any longer, so I sat up and went for his lips again. He helped me by leaning down and wrapping his arms around me. I thought he was feeling just like I was, like he couldn’t get close enough.

I squeezed my hand between our bodies and wrapped my hand around his cock. When one hand wasn’t satisfying enough, I used the other one too. He wrenched his lips away and hissed into my ear when I rolled my thumb over the plump head.

“I want to taste you,” I moaned, my voice low.

“It kills me to say this, but not right now.”

I felt his fingers between my legs, parting me, pushing in, and I couldn’t even remember what we’d been talking about.

At one point he must have flicked open my bra because when he urged me to lie back, there was nothing but the cool surface of the wood against my skin. I shivered and watched him pluck the loose undergarment off of me. When his mouth closed in on one nipple, first licking and then sucking, I didn’t know what to do with my hands, so I just lifted them above my head and held on to the edge of the desk, arching my back and offering more. He gave the same treatment to the other one, making me squirm and pant under him.

Then he was right there, pushing his cock into me, straightening up and watching where we connected with a reverence I couldn’t explain. My ears ringing, blood roaring through my veins, I opened my mouth to gasp, but I was so overwhelmed by his size and by having him again that nothing came out. A split second later, another gasp, and then I groaned, feeling him slowly work himself inside, stretching me wide open.

“You have no idea how much I missed you, Flash. Missed being inside you. Feeling you work my cock. Fucking you.”

My body shivered, and I smiled.

Then he stopped, and I had to force my eyes open.