I would have been curled into a ball of regret if I wasn’t otherwise occupied with the sweetest torture I’d ever known.
“It doesn’t matter if you mean to. You exist. That’s all it takes.” He twisted my nipple sharply before suddenly letting go of me altogether and taking several steps back.
Automatically, I moved forward, desperate not to be away from him, until he ordered, “Take it off,” and I understood he was giving me room to undress.
I reached behind to unzip my top, slowly, distracted by the fact that he was unbuttoning his shirt. He’d dressed simply, choosing a white button-down, open at the neck and rolled up at the sleeves, paired with gray dog tooth trousers. I’d been so focused on trying to get over him that I hadn’t properly allowed myself a moment to notice how fucking amazing he looked until now—he looked especially good taking off his clothes, if you asked me—and I didn’t want to miss a second of watching him while I removed my own top.
My speed was not to his liking, it seemed. “Stop with the teasing, Eden.”
His frustration was palpable, and it was impossible to resist toying with it more. “Or what? You’ll spank me?”
In a flash, he undid his belt and came at me, pulling it taut across my throat. “Take everything off. No strip tease. Leave the shoes. Don’t be undressed after I am.”
The “or else” was in the subtext, and tempted as I was to find out what the “or else” would entail, I thought it might not be the best time to push him.
Besides, he followed up the threat with a greedy kiss, and even with the belt at my neck, his mouth reminded me that he wanted me. That he was desperate for me. That he needed to be inside me.
As soon as he broke the kiss, I took off my shirt, followed by my panties and skirt. By the time I was naked, he had everything off but his shirt, which hung open like curtains to the best show in town—that gorgeous cock, standing straight up while he fisted it.
My mouth got wet watching his hand move up and down. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. The way he touched himself was erotic all on its own. The way he touched himself paired with the way he looked like he could devour me whole had me squirming with anticipation.
As much as I wanted to keep watching, my view was abruptly changed when he flipped me around to face the wall. Now I understood why he’d wanted me to leave the shoes. His height generally made him a little too tall for fucking while standing, but with my heels on, he lined up with me perfectly, making it easy for him to shove inside.
Which he did.
I cried out at the sudden intrusion.
Then cried again as he instantly picked up a brutal speed. I placed my hands out on the wall to steady myself, but immediately he ordered me to put them down. As soon as I did, he pulled me by the hair until my back was against his chest, then he wrapped his hand once again around my neck and continued to pummel me from behind.
Needing somewhere to put my hands, I reached back and grabbed his ass, which made my breasts stand out even more. They were already flapping, the sound echoing the slap of his pelvis against my ass, and now it felt like they were on full display despite the fact that Brett was behind me.
Validating the feeling, he reached his free hand around and spanked one of my breasts. Hard. Then spanked it again, moving his hand from my throat to my mouth when I screamed.
“Tell me to stop,” he said hoarsely into my ear before biting down on my lobe.
If he was asking for me to safe word out, it wasn’t happening. “No.”
Appropriately, he took that as permission to slap me again. “I like your breast with my handprint.”
I looked down to see one breast with red fingertip marks, and instantly, I was coming so hard, his tempo slowed, and he had to really push to get each stroke all the way inside me.
“You’re so beautiful,” he muttered, and if I hadn’t been able to hear the words, I would have sworn he’d been cursing. “You can’t decide if you want me in or out, can you?”
“In,” I promised. “I want you inside me.”
With a growl, he pulled out of me and let me go, as though just by asking for him, I took the option off the table.
Still shaking from my climax, I fell against the wall. “Please, Brett.” I peered over my shoulder and found him at his nightstand, retrieving a condom.
Oh, right. Good idea.
He nodded toward the bed. “You can beg over here.”
Without hesitation, I crawled onto the bed and flipped onto my back, wanting to see him. Wanting to kiss him.
Seconds later, he crawled over me, the shirt gone now so that he was completely naked except for a condom.
“Please,” I said, as he teased my opening with his cock.
But it was his turn to taunt me. He put his hand up to my mouth, sticking his finger in between my lips. It tasted like me, and that made me want him inside me even more. “Please,” I said before nipping at his fingertip.
He searched my face, and I had the feeling of looking at him through a glass wall. I could see him, and he could see me, but there was something still between us. Something tangible that I was desperate to break through.
I cupped his jaw, brushing my palm across his scruff. “Please, Brett. I need to be inside you.”
He must have thought I meant it the other way, that I needed him inside of me, because he sat back on his knees and folded my legs back so my feet rested on his shoulders. Then he pushed into me. He applied the same vigor as he had before—faster, actually, now that he wasn’t standing. Bent in half like I was, his cock hit deep on each thrust, and despite the addition of latex, I could really feel him. The entire length and width of him, filling me up, bruising my insides.
And yet he still felt so far out of reach.
My legs between us.
His mouth, far away.
That glass wall.
A tear leaked down my cheek, and while I was sure it was a product of the immense pleasure, I didn’t discount that it could have come from frustration. It was a sweet kind of agony I was in. Everything I desired, so very nearly in reach.
If only I could…
Brett closed his eyes. I saw when he did, shutting me out. No, I wanted to say, look at me. Be with me.
But I was overly sensitive and on the verge of another orgasm, and words weren’t forming on my tongue. In desperation, I sat up, taking my feet off his shoulders as I did. His eyes flew open, and he watched me curiously as I adjusted our position, climbing on to his lap and wrapping my legs around him.
I could feel him twitch inside me, but he wasn’t moving otherwise. I moved my hips, pulling him in deeper before drawing back and repeating the motion. “Please,” I said, kissing him tentatively. A question of sorts. Please, please, please.
He placed his palm around my throat, as though he needed that hold to feel like he was still in control, then he brought his mouth to mine, kissing me with his eyes open. His tongue slid against mine slowly. Testing.
Then, with a sigh, he let himself feast on me, his mouth speaking to mine in a language that didn’t need words. As he kissed me, his hips moved to meet my thrusts, pushing me faster until he took over, holding my waist while he drove up from below, until I was screaming his name.
He didn’t hold back even then, hammering into me until he erupted with a jagged groan.
Exhausted, we fell back against the bed.