The Dirty Series 1(63)
I am desperate for him to take charge.
In my professional life, I need to have the reins…but here, where we are the only two people in the world, I need him to be the man I know he is at his core.
Powerful. Measured. Raw.
He unzips his pants with one motion and frees his cock, which is already so hard it twitches when the air hits it.
“Suck.”
His voice is all authority, all command, and it sends a shiver down my spine.
I obey immediately.
Taking him into my mouth, I go to work as if this is the most important thing I will ever do, circling the head of his cock with the tip of my tongue, dragging the flat of it along the sensitive underside, sucking, sucking, building the rhythm faster and faster until—
He pushes my head away, then shoves his cock back inside his pants.
“To the desk.”
I start to get to my feet, but he holds out his hand. “Crawl.”
My opening is dripping as I crawl across the freshly shined floor to the brand new desk. Jax gets there first, moving the nameplate to the side—it doesn’t matter here, in this deliciously dirty game we’re playing.
“Up.”
I stand.
“Bend over.”
I arrange myself over the desk and spread my legs, lowering my breasts to the cold metal surface and arching my back. My breath comes fast and shallow, the anticipation so strong I can hardly stay still.
Jax runs his hands over the white expanse of my back, all the way down to my waist, all the way down to my ass, and then he cups it in his hands, squeezing, testing. I push back into his grip, wanting more of him, and he responds with a slap to my right asscheek.
“You stay in position.”
“Yes, Mr. Hunter.”
He drags the pad of a single finger down the length of my opening and I have to shove my knuckles into my mouth to keep from crying out.
“You’re very wet,” he comments, in the same tone that he might say, “It’s raining out.”
“Yes, Mr. Hunter.”
“You like this.”
“Yes, Mr. Hunter.”
“You need this.”
“Yes, Mr. Hunter.”
“Do I need to remind you what happens when you break the rules?”
“No, Mr. Hunter.”
“Twenty strokes for appalling behavior. Move out of position, and we’ll start over.”
“Yes, Mr. Hunter.”
The words have barely had a chance to leave my mouth before his hand crashes down against my ass, the pain hot and stinging and sharp. It comes down again a moment later on the other cheek. Again. Again. Again. He keeps a steady rhythm, my ass heating up under his strikes as my pussy does the same, the juices collecting, dripping down the inside of my thighs. I grip the desk, trying to stay still, but something has to give, something has to release the pressure, and so I shout around my own fingers as the pain builds, builds, Jesus Christ it’s so fucking exquisite, I want more, I need more, I love him.
He reaches twenty and there are tears in my eyes and my legs shake from trying to stay in position. There’s the sound of his zipper and then he dips the head of his cock into my juices, lines it up with my opening.
“Beg.”
“Please, fuck me,” I say, trying to push myself back onto him. He holds me in place, his hands on my waist.
“Excuse me?”
“Please, fuck me, Mr. Hunter.”
“Why should I do that?”
“Because I belong to you.”
“That’s right,” he answers. “You belong to me.”
On the word me he thrusts into me with all of his strength, filling me and stretching me and bottoming out and I have to catch my own cries with my hand because he is consumed with fucking me.
Suddenly he is pulling me, turning me, lifting me up in his strong, muscular arms, and then laying me back down on a bed of my own clothes.
“Spread your legs.”
I spread them wide, my hands on my knees, pressing.
“Please,” I whisper, and he bends toward me and fills me again, this time touching my face, my neck, my breasts, he’s kissing me, biting me, licking me, sucking at every available inch of me and stretching me while he sends us careening toward the peak of desire, climbing, climbing…
My muscles tense around him and release as I explode and he has to cover my mouth this time so that the people in the book store and the café next door can’t hear us. He follows suit several moments later as I descend from my own high, going in deeper than ever as his hips jerk uncontrollably.
When he’s spent he lays his head down against my shoulder for a moment, before standing up, pulling me up, and then helping me put my clothes back on.
A wicked grin forms across his face. “If we’re going to continue this, we should go back to the hotel.”