When she stands, my lips find her ear. "Need you. Now."
She nods, grabs my hands and shakes her ass as I follow her off the floor. I drop her hand and place mine on her hips, leaving no doubt that this girl is mine. Her arms immediately go back in the air and she sways to the beat, her hips somehow rock as she walks. She leads us upstairs and I'm on her heels, not willing to take my hands off her.
"Let's change it up," the DJ says to the crowd. The next song begins and it's Trey Songz "Na Na" pumping through the club.
Once we clear the top of the steps, Berklee looks over her shoulder at me. I see the same desire I feel staring back at me in those big blue yes. "My office," I say, my voice low and laced with every ounce of need I have for her.
I close the door and click the lock, then start taking care of my buttons as I take small, calculated steps toward her. For every step I move forward she takes one back. I finish with the last button just as I reach her. She rests her hands on my abs, running them up to my shoulders where she tugs my shirt down and then tosses it across the room. When her lips land on my chest, I fucking shiver at the contact. Bracing my hands above us on the window, I watch as she traces her tongue across what feels like every inch of my exposed skin. She slides her hand over my cock that's pressing against the zipper of my jeans, begging to feel her.
"I need you," I tell her.
She peers up at me. "Take me."
I crash my lips against hers, grabbing her ass. I know what she has underneath this dress and I plan to strip it off her later. Right now, I need to be deep, so deep inside her that I won't be able to tell where I end and she begins. Her small hands get to work on unbuttoning my jeans. When I feel her soft grip on my hard cock, I almost lose it. I'm barely hanging on by a thread.
"You're ready," she says as she strokes root to tip, driving me crazy.
"Always with you." I pull away and kick off my jeans and boxer briefs. My lips are on hers within seconds, and I push my tongue past her lips and taste her. I command her mouth, taking from her. Hands on her ass, I lift her.
My girl knows the drill. Arms around my shoulders, she clasps her legs tight around my waist. Reaching between us, I move her thong to the side and align my cock at her entrance.
"Need you," she mumbles as she trails kisses down my neck.
Without warning I push inside her, causing her to tilt her head back against the window. "So fucking tight. So hot." I bury my face in her neck, trying to keep myself from ending this before it even gets started.
"So full," she says as she tilts her hips. "Need more."
Who am I to deny my girl anything? Pulling out, I slide home once more, thrusting hard and fast. She moans and I do it again, over and over with the beat of the music, the packed club beneath us. I fuck her-that's what this is-hard and fast. So fucking good.
"There," she pants. "Don't stop. Please don't."
I can't speak, so I work on keeping my steady rhythm as I bury my cock deep with each thrust. I couldn't stop even if she asked me to. She's tight and hot, and I can feel the walls of her pussy as they squeeze my cock. It's a feeling like nothing I've ever felt before. "Need you there, baby. Touch yourself," I command. I can't let go of her and chance losing this rhythm.
"I'm-" That all she gets to say before I'm crashing my lips to hers as our orgasms wash over us at the same time. We stay there, her back pressed against the window, my cock inside her, my face buried in her neck as we try to catch our breaths. It's not until I slide out of her, setting her on shaky legs, that I understand why it felt so good. Bareback.
"Fuck, Berklee, I'm sorry."
"What?" she asks, confused.
"Condom. I forgot. I never forget and I'm clean-"
She places her tiny hand over my mouth. "I trust you. I'm on the pill, and it's been over a year before you. I'm clean too."
I exhale a sigh of relief. "That's good news. Although it's on the bucket list, I don't think we're ready for little Berklees just yet." I grab some tissues to clean us both up.
She rolls those blue eyes at me while a slow, sexy smile curves her lips. "It was different."
"It was. Between your sexy ass and being bare, I'm surprised I lasted as long as I did." She giggles and the sound soothes me. "We better get back down there."
"Do I have that freshly fucked look?"
I take her in: her curls are mussed, her cheeks are pink and her lips are swollen. "You look completely fuckable."
"Come on, you," she says, tossing the tissues in the trash. "I need to freshen up in the restroom first."
"I can help." I wag my eyebrows at her.