Working Stiff(117)
Casimir stood beside her and hung out of the doorway, waving at the retreating battalion of police cars. The garage door rattled down.
Rox had tried to slow her breathing down, but she was still panting, scared to her core. She wasn’t going to let herself act like a scared little skunk. No way, no how.
Her hands tingled, though, and she couldn’t seem to take a deep enough breath to calm the flutters in her chest.
Outside, the garage door thunked closed.
Casimir slammed closed the door beside her. He grabbed her into his arms and pressed her against the wall, his mouth finding hers. He kissed her hard, pressing his mouth to hers and groping her waist and her ass.
She almost thought, Wow, what’s gotten into him? but her body answered his, a hot blast of desperate emotion dragged raw by the spraying glass and bullets singing with death. Rox grabbed him with one arm around his neck, her other hand clutching his waist, and one leg wrapped around his thigh.
He groaned into her mouth and ground his hips against her. His lips opened on hers, and she angled her head to kiss him more deeply. He shoved at her suit jacket, tangling her arms in it as he tried to take it off of her. She yanked at the jacket to get it off, but he was already sliding his hand up her thigh to hike her skirt up around her waist and tugging at her underwear, sliding his fingers over her hip and downward.
His cool fingers slipped over the heated skin between her legs. Flutters trickled over her body, and Rox whimpered. His lips opened farther, and his tongue ran over hers, licking her tongue while his fingers slipped in the same rhythm over her clit.
She curled against him, craving every second of contact between his hand on her ribs and waist and the other one between her legs and needing to believe that he was alive, that she was alive, and that her world hadn’t ended with a sniper’s bullet or the explosion of a car crash.
He tore his mouth away from hers and dove for her neck, lifting her from under her thighs and crushing her between his hard body and the wall. Rox cinched her legs around his back, pushing her slim skirt up farther around her waist.
One of her high-heeled shoes fell off behind his back, clattering on the Spanish tile floor.
He held her waist with one arm and fumbled with his pants with the other, and Rox tried to help by moving her leg but she kissed his jaw and his face, holding him around his shoulders, and breathed in the faint vanilla and spice of his cologne. His suit jacket and the collar of his white shirt kept getting in the way of where she wanted to lick and bite his neck, so she grabbed the knot of his tie and pulled, loosening it. His afternoon stubble felt like rough sand under her lips. When she nipped the tender skin over the pulse in his neck, his body jerked in her arms and between her legs.
Her legs were locked around his waist, and there was no way she could take her panties off now. He dragged the thin silk out of the way, and she felt him pushing at her core.
She threw her head back and moaned, knocking her head against the wall as her body took his cock inside. He growled against her neck, holding her up with his burly arms and pushing himself inside her. She slid down over him, taking him all inside. His hard erection filled her.
Casimir pumped hard into her, growling and biting her neck and shoulder where he had pulled her blouse aside. Rox squeezed her eyes shut, panting and calling his name, “Casimir,” over and over while he thrust into her.
“Rox.” His hoarse voice grated like he was forcing air out of his throat as hard as he forced himself into her body. “Rox, I love you. Rox, come with me. Rox, come now.”
She ran her mouth over his neck again and up to his face. As her lips found the little bit of scarred skin on his cheek, his head twitched back, but she grabbed him around his neck and forced him back so she could kiss that scar, too. “Casimir, I love you. Casimir, all of you. Take me. Take me hard.”
He did, pinning her against the wall and grinding up into her. His lips were drawn back, baring his teeth, as he shoved himself inside of her. “Come now.”
Every hard thrust of him rubbed her clit and that soft, sensitive streak inside, each shove filling her and spiraling her harder and tighter as she clung to him, crying out his name.
She was clawing at him, claiming him, clinging to him as he grunted, his cock deep inside of her. His polished shoes slipped on the Spanish tile as he shouted, jabbing into her as his muscular body spasmed.
The violence of the orgasm slammed into Rox, blinding her and forcing a scream from her lungs as she clung to him. Waves pounded through her body, and a deafening silence blasted into her.
When she could breathe, when she could see, Casimir was holding her in his arms, stroking her hair. Her mouth was open and slack as she gasped for air. He murmured, “I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”