Wherever You Will Go(48)

He feels my desperation and slides his hands from my hips, over my ass and then lightly down the backs of my thighs. The feel of his hands through the thin, soft material of my pants sends a moan of frustration through me. It feels so good, but it isn’t enough.

He groans into my mouth, roughly grabbing underneath my thighs and lifting me to him. Automatically, I wrap my legs around his waist and whimper as his erection hits me right where I need it. God, it feels so fucking good, almost too much. I think I could come just from that small touch.

He licks and kisses along the base of my neck, trailing his tongue along my collarbone before kissing his way up to my ear. He nuzzles his nose on the sweet spot underneath it, and I release a rushed breath.

He abruptly devours me with his mouth once more, and just as I catch up to his frantic pace, he’s pulling away again, kissing and licking frantically across the side of my neck he missed the last time.

Suddenly we’re moving. He heads towards the door to the side of his desk which I know leads to the small apartment attached to his office.

Thank God. I need more, and I need it now.

Saxon opens the door, heads in and kicks it shut behind us, flipping the light switch, and a few soft lamps glow. He turns us around and pushes me up against the door, using his hips to hold me as he continues licking and sucking my neck. He makes his way up to my earlobe and sucks it into his mouth before biting it. I yelp out in surprise, and he moves swiftly back to my mouth, kissing me, hard and desperate.

This all feels hard and desperate. There are no appreciative touches, no lingering kisses. Saxon is ravishing me, and I can barely keep up. Before I can grasp my senses, he’s walking us through the apartment, past the couch and TV and to the bed that rests against the back wall.

He throws me down onto it and doesn’t waste a minute before he’s undoing my zip and pulling my black slacks off, along with my panties. He stands back and undoes his own slacks and pushes them down. He’s so quick I can’t even tell if he had underwear on or if he doesn’t wear any.

Before I can focus too much he is lying between my legs. I feel the need and wetness between my legs begging for attention. Saxon reaches down and runs his finger from my clit, through my folds. He groans as if in pain and burrows his head into my neck.

Leaning over, he opens the drawer and reaches for something… a condom. Kneeling between my legs, he tears open the packet and rolls the condom down his cock. My eyes can’t help but follow his actions as I take in his hard and straining length.

Grabbing his cock, he lies over me while placing it at my entrance. I take in a deep breath as it hits me. We’re really going to do this. I have never had sex like this, so needy and desperate. We both still have our shirts on and I’ve barely seen any of his skin. There have been no sweet words whispered. Actually, there have been no words at all.

Saxon’s eyes meet mine, and he thrusts into me in one solid motion. I gasp in shock at the sensation; it’s been a while. He doesn’t waste a second before he pulls back out and thrusts deep again. This time my gasp is replaced by a long moan. God, it feels good. My body awakens, and the need between my legs has returned.

His thrusts speed up and my eyes roll back as my head settles into the mattress. The sensations are building and every time he pushes into me he hits me deeper, completely filling me up. He leans over me and his thrusts become stronger and less controlled. My hands are digging into his biceps as my legs clench around his hips.

The sensation is overwhelming and almost too much, my body tightening in response. As soon as he thrusts deep again, I’m gone, thrashing and screaming as my body comes apart beneath his. I dig my fingernails into his muscles with all the strength I possess. I’m not sure if it’s Saxon or because I haven’t had sex for a long time, but the orgasm is like none I’ve had before, or remember having.

His thrusts are even faster now and each one pushes my orgasm out longer and longer until I can’t take it anymore. My body is limp. My arms and legs fall heavy into the mattress, and I don’t even notice Saxon getting lost in his own release.





He rolls off me and off the bed and walks briskly to the adjoined bathroom.

I haven’t seen the apartment since we first leased the building. It wasn’t furnished then, and I’m shocked to see it full of furniture. It’s only one room, but Saxon and Nate have done a lot with it.

There’s a black leather three-seater couch near the entrance to the apartment, which faces the large flat-screen TV. Just beyond the couch there is a queen-size bed, which I’m lying on, with a black-and-white quilt cover set, now thrown on the floor somewhere. To the left there is a small L-shaped kitchenette along the wall, and behind that is the bathroom, entered through a door near the bed.