When I'm with You (Hope Town #3)(43)
His length hardens with my touch, but he just flexes the hold his hands have on me and lets me continue to play.
“You know damn well that I was giving a demonstration that day. Not for one goddamn second was I dancing for you. I don’t know what sick fantasy you’ve built up in your head, but I promise you that it will never come to fruition. Get the f*ck out of my club.”
She hesitates.
“Now!” he roars, and she hastily covers herself with her top before running toward the door and down the stairs.
I feel him breathing rapidly against my back, my hand still holding his now very hard cock. I give him a squeeze, and it’s almost as if someone stuck him with a cattle prod. He jerks back, his hands going to my shoulders, and he spins me around roughly. I would have fallen, but the second I was facing him, he bent, grabbed me at the back of both thighs, and had me up in his arms before I could blink. His mouth crashes against mine roughly before turning us. I feel my back press against the cold, hard surface of his windows before all rational thought flies out the window.
“I won’t take you here,” he rumbles against my mouth before turning his head and deepening the kiss. I try to roll my hips, desperate to ease the ache between my legs, but he pushes me harder against the glass. “No.” The unwavering authority in his voice stops me instantly.
He steps back, gradually helping me to my feet until he is sure that I have steady footing. Stepping back and running his hand through his hair, I lick my lips when his brown hair falls back in a shiny curtain against his face. At the moan I must have let slip, he jerks and turns to face me.
“No, Ember. We’re going to set the table,” he commands, pointing at the table I hadn’t noticed on the other side of the room. One single rose sits in the center of the black surface. “You’re going to go over there and get everything set up before sitting down like a good girl. You aren’t ready for the kind of time-out I have planned for you, but know that if you disobey me, I’m going to start adding that shit up. I’m going to the bathroom to take care of this problem you’ve created, and you’re going to set the table, sit down, and wait for me so I can give you a proper first date you will remember for the rest of our lives.”
The shock of his words is still slamming into my overheated body when I hear his door slam. The kind of time-out he has planned for me? Something tells me it will be a whole hell of a lot more fun than the kind of time-out that always ends with his sister having her nose shoved in a corner.
He wants a first date to remember for the rest of our lives? Something tells me that isn’t going to be a problem at all.
I HAVE THE ONLY WOMAN my cock has been craving just outside this door, and here I am in my office bathroom f*cking my fists roughly so that—hopefully—the bite of pain I’m giving with each thrust of my hips and twist of my wrists will be enough to calm me down.
I had my cock in my hand before the bathroom door had even slammed behind me, and here I am, not even minutes later, with my balls tightening and the tight coils of pleasure starting to unravel.
I move over to the sink, continuing to work myself with both fists, as I line myself up to empty my come into the basin. I feel my balls pull up and the blinding pleasure that shoots up my spine and wraps around my brain makes my vision go black as I roar out with each thick rope of come that shoots from the tip of my cock.
“Fucking goddamn,” I moan deeply, feeling my knees lock. I look down, blinking against the gray still clouding my vision to see that I’m still pulsing heavily. Relaxing the hold my hands have on my cock, I take one hand and slowly stroke my oversensitive skin, watching as the last few spurts hit the basin.
I swipe my thumb over the tip before letting my—thankfully—soft cock drop heavily against my undone jeans. Washing my hands first and ignoring the ridiculous amount of come painting the inside of the basin, I carefully tuck my cock and shirt in then zip my jeans and push my belt through the loops.
If what just happened is anything to go by, it might just kill me when I finally sink into Ember.
Looking in the mirror, I see the wild look in my eyes and I say a silent prayer that I’m able to keep the promise to myself that I won’t take her until I know I’ve proven myself to her.
When I open the door and see her sitting demurely at the set table, I groan and almost stumble when the tip of my cock—still sensitive as hell from my release—brushes against the denim of my jeans.
Ignoring my needs, I walk around the table and stop directly behind her. I smile when I hear her suck in a breath only to let it out in a moan. My girl enjoys my smell. I reach up, pulling my hair back and holding it in my fists, and I bend. The side of my stubbled cheek rubs against the smoothness of hers on my descent. She shivers, and when I reach her tan, bare shoulder, I turn my head slightly before opening my mouth and sinking my teeth into the tender flesh where her neck meets her shoulder, sucking lightly. She whimpers and shifts her body the best she can since my teeth are still pressing against her skin.
“Good girl,” I rumble low against her skin, kissing the teeth marks and pink bruise my mouth left behind. “It pleases me that you listen when I tell you to do something.”
She doesn’t respond; she just tips the right side of her lip up and looks at me with lust-filled eyes.
Taking my seat, I look down at the plate before me and wonder if I could come again just from the mouthwatering aromas swirling up from the hot food.