Player (A Secret Baby Sports Romance)(138)

“Stop it.”

She pauses, and looks at me sharply; “Excuse me?”

“I said leave it. Don’t smooth it down.”

“You can’t just order me around like some sort of Lord of a castle you know,” She says tightly. But she blushes, and she doesn’t pull on the skirt anymore.

The doors close, and it’s like the final stroke; the final straw on the back. They’ve barely shut before I’ve turned and pushed her up against the glass wall of the elevator, my lips devouring hers as she moans into mine. The elevator begins to rise out of the bank, and as it does so, the view behind the glass surrounding us changes to the bright lights of the city. I grab her wrists and shove them against the wall, growling into her as I move my lips to nip at her earlobe.

“Hudson, stop-”

“Lift up your dress.” I tell her, my voice commanding as I move back up to kiss her hard; crushing her lips with mine.

She gasps as she pulls away; “No-” Her eyes dart to the glass walls and the neon city-scape slowly dropping away behind her; “People might see-”

“No one’s going to see.”

I see her hesitate, and I whirl around and hit the emergency stop button on the elevator, making her gasp; “Are you fucking kidding m-”

“I own the building,” I growl, before turning back, grabbing her by the wrists, and pushing her firmly back against the glass. My lips are barely touching hers, and I hear her moan ever so softly; “Now lift up your fucking dress.”

I drop one of her arms, and she reaches down without hesitation and grabs the hem of her skirt. She’s pulling it up, and I can feel my cock throb as her clearly wet thong panties come into view. I slide my hand between her thighs, drawing it up until my fingers brush against her heat, and I grin wickedly as she shivers and moans again for me.

“Hudson…” She’s whimpering as I stroke her wetness through her panties, teasing her and relishing the feel of her hips pushing back against my fingers; “Please…” Holy fuck, hearing her beg like that is one the hottest things I’ve ever heard, and it’s taking my all not to pull my cock out and fuck her right here in the elevator.

“Tell me what you want,” I growl into her ear as I push her panties aside and roll my thumb over her clit.

She moans wildly and bucks her hips towards me; “Please, Hudson!”

“Not until you tell me what you want.” I whisper deeply into her ear, feeling her shudder against me.

“Hudson, please.”

She’s desperate, I can hear it in her voice as I lean in close and suck her earlobe between my lips; “Tell me, Reagan.”

“I want you,” she moans out breathily.

“What do you want, exactly.” I snarl into her ear, feeling her shiver against me.

“I want your cock!” She gasps, and it sounds so fucking hot coming from her proper little mouth.

“Where?” I growl, rolling my thumb over and around her clit in lazy, teasing circles.

“Inside me! I want your cock in my pussy!”

I groan, feeling my dick throbbing almost painfully against my zipper, but I’m not ready to give in and give her what she wants; not quite yet; “The other day, when I walked in on you in the shower,” Her face reddens and I can feel her get wetter; “You were thinking about me, weren’t you.”

She whimpers, but she shuts her eyes tight and shakes her head side to side.

“Reagan-”

I curl a finger up against her opening and began to tease it inside, and she caves with a shuddering moan; “Yes! Oh God, yes! I was!”

I reach back and slam the button again, and the elevator immediately begins to rise again; “And what were you doing, Reagan?” I husk into her ear, feeling her hands clutching at my shoulders and my biceps as I push her back against the glass elevator wall with her skirt around her waist and my hand in her panties. One of her legs wraps around my waist, and she pulls me tight against her. She shakes her head and she whimpers into my shoulder as I slowly tease her, my fingers curling through her wetness and making her rock against my hand.

“Tell me,” I command, and she moans loudly; “Fuck! I was playing with myself! I was playing with my pussy!”

The elevator door dings behind us as the doors open into my Penthouse, and she shrieks as I whirl her bodily around and throw us both to the floor inside. We’re on the ground, ripping at clothes and moaning into each other’s mouths; needing each other like something primal and animalistic. I literally tear her skirt in two up the seam as I rip it off of her, not stopping until I’ve popped every button on the side of it as she yanks my pants down. And then I’m rolling a condom on and I’m inside her, and it’s like pouring gasoline on the fire.