Submission Specialist(Still a Bad Boy #2)(72)

I felt his hands moving between us as he unbuttoned that shirt and shrugged it off while our lips were locked together, and then my hard nipples were pressed against his bare skin. Tentatively, I let my hands roam all over his torso, feeling the power in those rock hard muscles.

When our lips parted, I let myself look at that body. Up close and personal, I could clearly see those same tattoos I’d spotted during my afternoon of research on the internet and those muscles that looked like he’d been sculpted from stone. I could also see various scars that hadn’t shown up in the long-distance photos. He had more than I could imagine any other businessman having.

I looked up and felt a flush rising on my cheeks when I saw he was watching me explore him. It was like he knew he had me hook, line and sinker.

Jace lowered his lips to my neck and sucked hard enough that I imagined there was no escaping a love bite I’d have to explain at work the next day. Work! This could cost me my internship! Oh my gosh, this whole night was dangerous… but he was so damn hot!

While he sucked on my neck, that same stubbly sensation making me shiver again, I felt his hands at my hips, slowly bunching up my skirt. The hem was just above my knees… halfway up my thighs… my panties were exposed.

Reluctantly, I took my hands off his hardness and tried to push my skirt down again. Hot or not, this was too fast. I wasn’t this kind of girl, was I? He couldn’t change me that much in a single day, could he?

“Wait,” I panted, as he ignored me and my skirt kept bunching up. “I can’t… I’m-”

… a virgin!

I couldn’t bring myself to say it.

“Shhhh,” he hushed.

Taking hold of both my wrists, he raised my arms up over my head and held them in one of his big hands, pinning them against the wall before slipping the fingers of his other hand under the waistband of my panties.

That’s when I realized just how completely soaked my underwear were. I tried to wrestle my arms out of his grip, but he was just impossibly strong, and I was held there as surely as if I’d been handcuffed to a metal ring in the wall.

Oh no… what’s he going to think when he feels that slippery mess? Is it normal to be that wet?

His middle finger slid over my clit and my knees buckled. For a second I was only held up by the arms he had pinned against the wall before I was able to bear my own weight again.

That finger slid easily between my folds, my own natural lubricants made sure of that, and when he pulled it over my clit again, I felt my thighs quiver. Over and over he caressed my most private place, exploring me far more thoroughly than I had explored him, as if he owned my body.

Hell, maybe he did. My hips bucked against his touch, instinctively searching for the release my body knew he could give me. He seemed to know what I was trying to do, and took some pleasure in teasing me, rubbing hard, and then soft, then simply tracing a finger along my labia when he thought I was getting too close to an orgasm.

It was crazy, delicious, torture, and it wasn’t long before I was writhing in desperation. My mind was almost broken with the sheer need for that orgasm.

I was so far gone that I didn’t even remember to be worried when I felt his finger slip inside my virgin tunnel. The tip slid in as far as my hymen and then Jace went still. That’s when I remembered.

I looked up at him, panting and with a sheen of sweat on my forehead, terrified to see what I’d find there, but it wasn’t disappointment. If anything, he looked even more insatiable as he leaned down to whisper harshly in my ear.

“I… am going… to fuck… you so hard…”

With that, he let my arms go and they flopped at my sides. I couldn’t lift them after having them pinned above me for so long. They hung limp and useless, with faint pins and needles tingling on my skin as he slowly lowered himself to his knees.

Jace planted kisses as he went down, between my breasts, on my navel, every touch of his lips like a zap from a pleasure wand. I was panting from excitement, my mind reeling from how fast everything was going, but I held my breath when he was down on one knee.

The lower limits of my skirt were bunched up at about his eye-level. Even if he hadn’t already known because he just had the tip of one finger inside me, now he would have seen how obviously wet my panties were. I quivered timidly as he reached up and curled his fingers around the waistband of my underwear and pulled them down, his eyes laser-focused between my legs, demanding his first glimpse of my most private place.

I felt the cool air on my labia as my virgin sex was exposed to a man for the first time. With my panties around my ankles I expected him to stand again, to bring his expert fingers back to my little blast-off button and send me to where I needed to go, but he didn’t.