Playing It Safe(49)

That’s it. My breaking point. I want him to bury himself inside me like yesterday. I shove his pants down his hips and look down at his dick. I take it in my hand to stroke it again. Magnificent. Circumcised, smooth, hard enough to hammer nails with, and standing up at attention waiting to get on with the f*cking. It’s not often I feel the urge to drop to my knees and blow a guy until his eyes roll into the back of his head, but glancing at Alex as his breathing becomes more erratic, I instantly want to.

I start to slide down the door to do just that when his hands grip me under my arms to pick me back up. He lets me go for only a moment. Next thing I know he’s lifting one of my thighs and picking me up as if I’m light as a feather so that I’m forced to wrap both of my legs around him. I feel the tip of him right at my impatiently wet entrance, teasing me as it slides up and down. On one trip down I adjust myself in his arms to better position my hips and try to trap him. The bastard eludes me and chuckles.


“Alex, if you don’t f*ck me right now, I’m never talking to you again,” I demand in a low hiss.

“Is that so?” he asks before sucking on my bottom lip.

“Yes.”

He slides the tip upward again, brushing my clit with it this time, and I moan his name out loud.

“Your wish is my command,” he rasps.

His arms, which are holding me up, come down slowly to lower me onto him. It’s agonizingly erotic to feel him entering me inch by torturous inch until I’m fully seated on him while he stares intently at me. I feel full and have an incredible need to start moving, but he holds me completely still. He brings his forehead to rest against mine as a rush of breath escapes him. Cupping his face in my hands, I pull him away and latch my lips onto his, wanting to have his tongue invade me while he’s inside me. I grind my hips against him, and we both moan at the contact.

“Fuck, you feel so goddamn good,” he says, his voice a whisper and his breath hot against my lips.

“Please move,” I say back to him and grip his hair. “Now.”

With that, the corners of his mouth turn up to reveal a sly smile, and he slides out of me until only the tip is left. I whimper at the loss and pout.

“Do you want me to beg? Is that it? Because I will. I don’t give a shit anymore.”

“Would you?” he asks. “Would you beg me to slam my cock into you?”

I lean my head forward and lick the outline of his ear and whisper, “Please slam your cock into me. Do it hard and fast and don’t you dare stop.”

I barely get the end of that sentence out before he thrusts into me so hard that I see stars. My back rams into the door roughly, and it sounds as if we may have made some cracks in the wood. Apparently Alex is very good at taking direction. Good to know.

“Oh my God,” I cry out in between ragged breaths.

“Shh,” he says and covers my mouth with his hand.

Alex spins me around with my legs still wrapped around him and carries me to the edge of his desk with his pants around his knees. I look behind me to see a couple of stacks of papers and general office supply crap.

“How important is all of this stuff?” I ask, pointing at his desk.

“Not as important as you.”

With a devious smile on my face, I shove every single thing off his desk, and it all goes flying everywhere and anywhere. He pushes me back so that I’m lying down on his desk. I open my legs as wide as I can for him, and he licks his lips at the sight. I have no shame at this point, and it feels fantastic to be so reckless. I beckon him with my finger, and he obeys. Again with the directions—such a good boy. He guides himself inside me and picks up right where he left off.

It’s hard and fast, just how I need it to be. I’m quickly approaching the brink again with every thrust of his pelvis. With our bodies now slick with a slight sheen of sweat and the sweet smell of sex in the air, he props himself on his forearms to look down at me. I bring my hands up to twist my nipples in between my thumbs and forefingers, and he lets out a string of curses under his breath while watching me.

His thumb trails along my bottom lip, and I take it in my mouth to suck on it. “You’re going to kill me, you know that?”

I answer him by lifting my knees higher and giving him a better angle. Alex responds by taking his thumb out of my mouth and wedging it in between us to brush my clit as he continues to drive into me.

“Fuck yes!” I yell, not caring anymore who is listening to us.

My inner walls grip onto his dick as one of the most intense, mind-blowing orgasms burns through me. I faintly hear Alex say something about how good it feels before he lets loose and groans into my neck when he comes hard, and it’s the most exquisite sound I’ve ever heard in my life. Right up there with the sound of his belt buckle coming undone.

We lie still for a few minutes, trying to get our breathing back to normal. Finally he lifts his head from the crook of my neck and kisses me, long and deep. When he breaks off the kiss, he brushes away hair that is sticking to my forehead and says, “Just so you know, we’re going to be doing that again.”

I’m not running anymore; he’s caught me fair and square. So my answer to that is simple. “I’m counting on it.”





CHAPTER SEVENTEEN


I wake up the next morning naked again, on my stomach and entangled in chocolate-brown bedsheets. Alex’s bedsheets, to be exact. He’s still sleeping with his arm draped across my lower back, a leg thrown over both of mine, and his head on my upper back almost pinning me underneath him. Huh. He’s a cuddler. Interesting.