Her mind dissolved, floated into white space. Then his fingers were gone again and his hand came down on the soft flesh of her bottom with a snap. Her chest shook.
“Won’t you?” he demanded.
“Yes, yes I will,” she swore.
His fingers returned, driving into her, seeking out the hidden places inside her and commanding them. Muscles in her abdomen, her back, her chest, her skin curled, contracted, guttural moans wrung their way out of her. He pounded her with two long fingers, like no fingering she’d ever had. This wasn’t that—this wasn’t foreplay—this was a fuck.
He withdrew from her and she butted her forehead against the desk, her hands curling against her cheeks.
“You ready to come now, kitten?”
“Yes please. Please, Connor, just yes.”
She wasn’t sure she’d made sense but he caressed her again, gently around her clit, too gently to tip her over the edge. Sweat coated her skin, she wanted to cry, wanted to come.
He pushed back into her and she sank her teeth into the skin of her hand hard enough to sting. His fingers rocked in her pussy and his thumb slipped up behind, pressed against her puckered rear entrance. Her whole body jerked and she pushed up off her elbows.
“Down,” he growled, “do you want me to stop?”
His fingers moved against the spongy center of pleasure inside her and his thumb gently pulsed against her ass. Sensation ravaged her, she could barely form words. Sweat ran from her cheek down to her lips.
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
He picked up speed and she gave a low moan.
“I want you to give it all up, Charlize. Say this pussy is mine. Tell me this pussy is mine.”
“It’s yours, Connor. My pussy is yours,” she cried.
He made a growling sound and hammered her with his fingers. His other hand moved between her legs from the front and stroked her clit. The world shrank, imploded. Her vision blurred and she spasmed. Her body shook, her forehead rattled against the desk. Strangled noises that somehow sounded distant crawled out of her.
She sagged, the world swirled. His fingers slowed, became a soothing caress inside and out as her breathing regulated. His hands left her. She lay against the desk, her eyes closed. He’d fuck her now, while she was spent. She didn’t know how she’d take it but still she couldn’t wait.
He gently smoothed her skirt down over her behind. She blinked. How was he going to cock her with her skirt down? He hovered over her and stroked his knuckles over her damp cheek before scooping her from the desk. She didn’t have the energy to move, just let him guide her into his arms.
His lips touched hers like a whisper, brushing lightly over them. Her eyes opened. He wore an expression she couldn’t understand, something too soft for the hardness of his face. His lips moved again and he kissed her softly, sweetly. His tongue ventured into her mouth, only a gentle caress of warmth. She melted into him, brushing her fingers over the stubble of his jaw.
He pulled away and guided her face into his neck. She breathed his scent, let it fill her to her center, wanting to take in everything she could of him.
“See, baby, if you trust me, I’ll give you what you need. Just give in to me and I’ll take care of you.”
His words washed over her, made her still-pulsing body grow a little warmer but she was too limp to react. She let him hold her until she could draw a full breath again.
* * * * *
Connor held open the door to the rear exit and Charlize stepped through. The lights glowed dim yellow and silence stretched through the lot. She backed up, bumping into the body behind her. She swallowed, her mouth going dry. They’d parked the car too far away, too close to where it had been the night before. It’d looked so much more innocent in the morning light.
Connor wrapped his arm around her waist and drew her against his side. “It’s okay, baby. I got your back.”
His hand moved against her stomach and she leaned into him, let him lead her to the car. She didn’t look around, didn’t listen to the sounds of the night. Instead she focused on the sound of Connor’s footsteps next to her. He opened the door for her and held her fingers as she maneuvered inside then shut the door after her.
Charlize gazed across the lot, tapping the tip of her thumbnail against her teeth. The change between them was palpable. A weight rested in her chest, so heavy it was a wonder she could sit upright. She wanted to cry—like sob curled up in a ball cry—and she couldn’t understand why.
Connor started the engine. Vibrations rocked through the car. She closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the sensation of being in something so sturdy, inhaling the mild gasoline smell that wafted from the massive engine. Connor’s car suited him. Powerful, hot and a little dirty.