My hands broke my fall. I was on my tiptoes as he fumbled behind me, but I was still shaken from my orgasm, so I didn't look back over my shoulder. Plus, there was something strangely sexy about being in the position I was.
Sure, I was exposed to him, but he'd just had his tongue between my legs.
You didn't get much more exposed than your clitoris in someone's mouth.
The sound of something ripping traveled through the air to my ears, and I bit the inside of my cheek. I knew that sound, and I knew what was happening next.
Seconds passed before I felt Parker's hands glide across my ass. His thumbs dragged along until he'd pulled my underwear clear of my pussy. He'd barely let me go before his cock was pushing against my wetness. I held completely still, my heart going wild, as he slowly pushed himself inside me.
Keeping control of my breathing with his almost hesitant movements was the hardest thing. I felt every inch of him as he buried his cock inside me right to the hilt, and a part of me wanted to moan. I was still tender, still sensitive, and that meant I was hyper-aware of everything.
Of his hand on my ass.
Of the fingertips digging into my hip.
Of his own restraint as he held his cock deep in my pussy.
"Are you just gonna stand there?" The words escaped me before I could stop them.
Parker leaned forward, somehow moving deeper into me, and wound my hair around my hand. One sharp tug brought my head back, and he kissed the side of my neck. "Just deciding how hard I have to hate-fuck you."
I swallowed, the lump in my throat thick and unmoving despite my best efforts. "That depends how much you hate me right now."
"You have no idea," he said right into my ear before pulling back.
Judging by the way he pulled out and slammed back into me so hard our skin slapped as it came together, he hated me a whole lot.
That was okay, because I hated that I'd lost control.
I hated that I'd gone this far.
I hated that I wanted to go this far.
I hated everything he was and everything we were doing, but not because it was happening. I hated it because it didn't feel wrong like it should have.
No. Being fucked by Parker Hamilton felt perfectly right. Even if I was bent over my desk with a bar full of people on the other side of the door.
Every movement he made punctuated our mutual feelings for the other. Years of hate and our more recent attraction mingled into a desperate desire that fueled his thrusts. There was nothing kind or careful about the way he fucked me. It was hard and dirty and unforgiving.
I bit my cheek to keep in the sounds of my pleasure. The stinging of my scalp where he still had a tight grip on my hair combined with the wild way he pounded his cock into me mixed up into a mounting ball of pleasure that pulsed dangerously close to the edge of oblivion.
I opened my mouth, and three knocks at the door shattered the moan that rested on the tip of my tongue.
I reached back, but Parker stilled inside me and relaxed his hold on my hair.
"Raven?" Sienna called. "Is everything okay?"
"Yes!"
Parker slowly eased out of me.
"Okay, well, it's getting busy again."
"I'll be right there!" I clenched my fist as I brought it down to the desk.
Parker slammed back into me. A sound somewhere between a squeal and a moan left my mouth, and I had to clap my hand over it, but it was too late.
"Are you all right?" Sienna shouted.
"Yes!" I froze. "I...stubbed my toe getting up."
Parker fell forward, pressing his face between my shoulder blades. His whole body shook with his silent laughter, and I had to bite my tongue to stop myself laughing, too.
"Okay..." Sienna paused. "Then I'll see you in a minute?"
"Yep. That works."
"Okay."
Neither of us moved until we were sure she'd gone.
"Stubbed your toe?" Parker asked, his lips moving across my skin. "Really?"
"I had to think quickly!"
His hand wound back around my hair, and again, he kissed my neck. "You better come quickly, too, because you aren't leaving until you have."
Before I had a chance to respond, he straightened and resumed his rhythm from before we were interrupted. He didn't miss a beat as he continued fucking me with the same unforgiving thrusts. It didn't take long for my body to respond the way it was before, and I closed my eyes as the first wave of pleasure rolled through me.
He let go of my hair.
Grabbed my hips.
Held me still.
And fucked me even harder.
My arms collapsed under me, and I buried my face in them as I crumpled to the desk. Despite that, he still didn't relent.