Perfect Chaos(52)

I TREMBLED AND shivered as I lay back on the desk, my legs naked and hanging over the edge. I kept my eyes closed because if I opened them, I’d get up and run after him and Deck was doing this for a reason. I knew he’d never hurt me. I knew he’d look after me and in a way, the anticipation of leaving me here made me want him even more.

I felt the aching between my legs build as I lay there. Throbbing. Pulsating. I knew I was getting wetter and suddenly wished I’d been wearing panties. My mind was reeling with thoughts of Deck, of his cock inside me, his hands on my skin, lips on my mouth and then trailing down my skin, tasting me.

My body jerked and I parted my legs a little more, wishing a window was open and a breeze would hit me between my thighs. I was dying to be touched so badly I put my hand on my chest and was about to circle my nipple when his abrupt tone from behind stopped me.

“No touching.”

Shit, I’d thought he’d left the room. My eyes flew open, but I couldn’t see him. I opened my mouth to beg him, but he must have suspected.

“Shhh.” His rumbling sound sent a wave of desire through me and I moaned, my hands flat against the hard surface of the desk, wanting to grab hold of something, anything.

“Keep your eyes closed.” Then I heard the rustling of clothing. Was he undressing? I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood. Something hit the floor. Shoes? Had he been wearing shoes? Or a belt? A cold shiver raced over me and I almost bolted upright to look. I didn’t like the idea of a belt anywhere near me and I had to consciously stop myself from running. I trusted Deck, more than anyone in my life. I may have kept things from him, but it was to protect him.

Then his footsteps walked across the room, the easy, confident stride I knew so well and could recognize even blind.

A latch clicked open. The slide of wood against wood sounded and the smell of chlorine from the plunge pool wafted into the room on the wings of the summer breeze. It tickled my face and I moaned again as my legs quivered.

“How wet are you, Georgie?”

I knew I was soaking. I could even feel a drip on my inner thigh and he hadn’t even touched me yet.

“I need you to answer me.”

“Wet. I’m really wet.”

I nearly bolted upright when he was suddenly there, his finger slipping through my wetness as if checking to make sure I was telling the truth. He must have anticipated my reaction because he put one hand on my chest to keep me steady as I tried to arch my back off the desk.

“Nice to see you’re not lying to me.”

Then his touch disappeared until I felt his finger tracing my upper lip. “Open.” I did and I tasted myself as I suckled his finger. He suddenly withdrew and his mouth replaced it. For a moment, it was soft as his tongue swirled and tasted the remnants of me, but then like a trigger going off, his weight was on top of me and he slammed his mouth on mine.

Taking.

Claiming.

Fierce and almost angry.

His chest was naked against mine, but the rough denim of his jeans rubbed against me. His fingers curled into my hair and pulled as he tilted my head slightly, a harsh assault as if he couldn’t kiss me hard enough.

He was aggressive as he ground into me, the edge of the desk cutting into my upper thighs, but I didn’t care because I wanted Deck like this. It was him being out of control and Deck was never out of control. I made him this way, and it couldn’t have turned me on more.

He growled low then pulled back. “Keep your eyes closed.” He sounded like he had some control back as his weight lifted off me, but I could still hear his heavy breathing and knew he hadn’t left me again. What I didn’t know was what he was going to do next.

Then I heard the creak of the leather as he sat in his chair again, the wheels rolled over the hardwood. Was it closer to me or further away? What was he doing?

“Open your legs wider so I can see your pussy glisten.”

I swallowed and did what he wanted, my stomach on a never-ending roller coaster ride.

“Wider.”

I did and felt the strain in my thighs at the position. It wasn’t painful, just uncomfortable when all I wanted to do was lock my legs around his waist and feel his cock inside me again.

“Good girl.” I felt his lips kiss my inner thigh and I nearly leapt off the desk and jumped him. Instead, I sucked in air and moaned, about to say his name when he moved away again. “Do you like this, Georgie?”

I nodded. I’d never been so turned on in my life, and I had a lot of books and a vibrator I had used for my fantasies of Deck. But never had I had a fantasy like this.

“Do you want me?”

“Yes.” It was a breathless begging.

“You’ll never lie to me again, will you?”