“But then it’s just as much a punishment for me if I don’t get to feel you choking the life out of my dick.”
Dirty-talking Brick Callan was irresistible.
He reached around her, shoving his hand into her dress to close around her breast. Her nipple instantly pebbled against his palm. His fingers tugged, rolled the sensitive bud until she whimpered.
She bowed her back hard and stepped her feet as wide as the box would allow, wondering if she would come or break into a thousand pieces from the pressure building inside her.
“I’ve got a bar full of people waiting for drinks. And you make me drag you out here to remind you who the fuck you belong to.” He was panting now, jacking his cock hard against her. Every time he nudged her clitoris, she saw stars, and her body quaked.
He was going to come jerking himself off against her because he wanted her that much.
She felt vulnerable and powerful at the same time.
With one soft grunt, he started coming against her. His fingers spasming hard over her tender nipple. The slick head of his arousal nudged that needy bundle of nerves again, spurting hotly at the same time, and Remi went off. Exploding like fireworks, her inner walls rolled through the orgasm.
She whimpered as he aimed his next spurt against the tight hole between her cheeks. And then he was feeding his still-coming cock into her still clenching core.
“Take it. Take me, Remington,” he said on an animalistic groan. He bucked into her, forcing her to take more and more.
With the hand that had been pumping his cock, he covered her mouth a second before a scream ripped from her throat.
He powered into her on an abrupt thrust, bringing her up onto her toes. Her cry was muffled by his hand.
“Fuck,” he gritted out against her ear. “Fuck.”
The thick penetration, the lubrication from his never-ending orgasm, it was so fucking good. So magical.
As he spurted hotly inside her, Brick slid an arm around her hips, lifting until her feet were no longer in contact with the box, and then he started fucking her. Short, hard drives as she hung over his arm like a rag doll coming on his shaft.
The desperation of his possession rolled her orgasm into another.
“I’m still coming,” she whimpered. He found her clitoris with his fingers and worked the swollen bud with tight circles as his semen slowly leaked out of her, slipping down her thighs.
They were both trembling through the aftershocks when he set her on her feet again. Her knees nearly buckled, then did when he slapped her on the ass hard.
“That’s for making me do this to you. For making me drag you out here instead of waiting to lay you down, instead of worshipping your sweet fucking tits with my mouth. Instead of fucking you in front of the fireplace with my hand in your hair. For making me wish I could be inside you always. For making me obsessed with the sound my hand makes on your ass. How am I supposed to ever be without this? How, Remi?”
Jesus. He was done coming. But he wasn’t done fucking her. Wasn’t done branding her from the inside. He just kept thrusting into her, as if he were trying to find a depth that made them feel like one instead of two.
“Then don’t,” she wheezed between thrusts.
He stopped, his cock buried to the hilt. “Don’t what?” His voice was steely.
“Don’t be without this. Don’t be without me.”
His hands closed around her hips hard enough to bruise. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying ask me to stay. Ask me to be yours.”
“You are mine.” His grip tightened, painful on her hips.
“It’s really hard to have a conversation like this,” she groaned.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
Suddenly, he was no longer inside her. She whimpered at the loss.
“Hold on, baby,” Brick said grimly, setting her back on the ground and tugging her underwear into place. They immediately soaked through with his orgasm.
“Brick!”
He dragged her dress down. When she spun around on shaky legs, she found him tucking himself, still fully hard, into his pants.
“Did I say something—”
But he clamped a hand on her wrist. “Let’s go.”
“Go? Where?”
But he was yanking the door open and pushing her inside.
“Are you seriously making me go back inside with a quart of your semen collecting in my underwear?” she hissed.
He shoved her into the office, shutting and locking the door behind him.
“Now. Say it again.” He prowled toward her.
The gleam in his eyes made Remi very nervous.
“I-I forget. We can talk about this some other time,” she decided.
But when she tried to slip past him, he merely picked her up and put her on his desk. He pulled the chair out and sat.
Her legs hung outside his own and forced her knees wider. His hands slid up her thighs, rubbing the tight muscles they found.
When his thumbs skimmed over the edges of her underwear, she began to tremble. Back and forth, up and down her thighs. Until she was almost relaxed. Until he reached into his jeans and pulled his cock out again. It lay there, thick and hard curving up against his stomach.
“Say it again,” Brick ordered.
He looked so powerful sitting there, with his long legs spreading her own wider. His thick, veined arousal waiting for attention. His eyes on her. The boss. The dominant.
Both his strength and need bottomless.
“I said you could ask me to stay,” she said, her voice was barely above a whisper.
“Do you want to stay here with me?” The intensity of his stare made her skin burn.
She took a shaky breath. “I have to fix things for Camille first. But after…if everything is okay…” If she survived… “I know we haven’t really talked about after. But I want to be here. With you.”
His face was unreadable, almost as if it had turned to stone.
“Unless that’s not something you want,” she faltered.
He shook his head slowly and then lowered his face to her lap. “You’re a fucking dream come true.”
“Dream or nightmare?” Remi asked.
“Both.” He hooked his finger through the crotch of her saturated underwear and tugged.
“Don’t you have anything to say?”
“Yeah. I do. Hold the fuck on to me.”
She only had enough time to put her hands on his shoulders as he yanked her off the edge of the desk, down onto his shaft.
He filled her so deeply, stretched her so far with her legs spread wide over the thin metal arms of the chair, she almost came apart right then and there. The angle had him going so deep she couldn’t catch her breath.
Her head spun as he held her there, impaled and immobile, legs dangling. She could feel the blood pulsing in his shaft.
“Breathe, baby. Deep, slow breaths. Let me in.”
“I-I can barely take you like this,” she whispered. Something was happening inside her. Like storm clouds gathering. There was pain with the fullness. Little lightning slivers of it. But there was also something else roiling to the surface. Something unsurvivable. Something beautiful.
She watched in fascination as the last inch of him eased into her body.
He groaned and yanked the top of her dress down, leaning forward to lap at her breast. “You’re such a good girl. So fucking tight.”