“Fantasies aren’t meant to come true.”
“Mine did. Yours too.”
“That’s the problem,” she muttered.
His hand left her breast and lifted her skirt, bunching it in his fists. She should stop him, wiggle away. He wouldn’t keep her against her will, despite the forearm that crossed between her breasts and the grip that held her neck. But the energy she needed to escape just wasn’t there. It had been so long since she’d been held with such tender lust, she didn’t have the heart to reject it.
“Did I become too real?” he breathed in her ear. “Do you like me, Steph? Just a little?”
A little too much.
Cool air hit her buttocks the moment before he stepped closer. His cock was so hard, so hot against her skin.
His open mouth nuzzled against her throat. “Stay with me.” Reaching beneath her skirt, he parted her and stroked her clit. A soft fluttering touch, circling then pressing.
Rubbing. “Be with me.”
“Nick.” Her eyes drifted closed on a soft moan. She was wet, nearly soaked, and she ached for him. She was starving for the affection he gave so freely. It scared her how needy she was. Until tonight, she hadn’t realized how lonely her life had become.
“Open the packet,” he urged, his voice like rough silk.
She reached blindly for the condom, steeling the reserve she’d had when she arrived. Enjoy him, her heart said, and she would. One last time.
“We’re so good together, Steph.” Nudging her legs apart, he slipped two fingers inside her, moving in and out in a deep glide. “In every way that matters.” The hand at her throat lowered to cup her breast again. It was heavier, full with desire for him.
Expert fingers stroked over her nipple, pinched it, fondled it through her thin shirt and satin bra. That teasing touch radiated outward and left her gasping.
“Here.” She thrust her arm back with the open packet in her hand.
Nick reached for the condom with shaking fingers. Steph had been ready to leave.
More than ready. She’d been nearly out the door. And he knew in his gut if he couldn’t get through to her before she left, he never would.
“Bend over,” he said gruffly.
When his fingers left her soaked pussy, she made a soft sound of protest. “Hush,”
he soothed, pushing gently until she bent across the table. “Let me give you my cock instead.”
He stared at the erotic view as he sheathed himself in latex. All the times he’d watched her at work and thought lewdly, he’d never quite pictured the view correctly.
Her lips were flushed, swollen, glistening. He wanted to lick her again and did, a quick swipe of his tongue that had her writhing. Taking himself in hand, he used the tip of his cock to tease her clit, to make her cream, to see her squirm for him.
And then he caught her hips and slid deep into her.
“Oh my God!” she breathed, her fingers scratching at his table.
Her cunt was burning hot and tight as a fist. “Fuck, yeah,” he groaned, his balls drawn up tight and aching. He withdrew and watched his thick shaft slide out of her, slick with her arousal, and then groaned as he pressed back in. Holding her hips, he stared at the place where they joined, arrested by the sight of him fucking her as he’d wanted to for so long.
“Nick.”
The sound of his name spoken so morosely tugged at his heart. Hunching forward, he laced his fingers with hers and began thrusting in short shallow digs, his stomach rippling against her lower back. Her pleading gasps goaded him, incited him to bend his knees so he could stroke her pussy high and hard with the broad head of his cock.
With his cheek at her shoulder, he asked, “How can you give this up, Steph?”
She answered with a whimper and then hitched her hips up higher so he could pump deeper. Widening his legs, he gave her the long deep plunges that made her moan helplessly and drove him crazy. He released her hands, moving one of his to cup her breast and the other to pin her hips in place so he could swivel his pelvis and screw his cock through her grasping ripples.
“Give me a chance,” he gasped, shuddering with the need to come, with the need to keep her close until he could change her mind.
“You don’t…know…”
Reaching beneath her, he pinched her clit and thrust balls deep. With a cry she came, clutching his cock in her depths, milking him in a sensual massage. “Give me a chance, damn you.”
Her “yes” was a whisper, but he heard it. His release was silent, his teeth gritted, his cock jerking as it pumped his cum into her.
He should have felt relief. He should have felt some sense of security.
But he didn’t.
Chapter Four