“Nash, I need to come. Please.” I wasn’t here for a heart-to-heart. I was here to purge him from my soul.
Nash slid his hand in and out, so slow, occasionally pressing against that spot. “Tell me.”
He was ruthless, and I was silent.
Then his palm pressed against my clit, and I’d had enough. “I don’t know! Okay?!” I shouted, wishing I could grip his shirt and beg him to end my suffering. “It’s different each time. Magic words. Words that make me happy. Words on my shirts. Words on my mind. Words that matter. Words that don’t. Satisfied? Make me come, please.”
He did, lowering his mouth to my neck and sucking so hard I knew he would leave a mark. His fingers went crazy inside my pussy. They twisted against my walls, thrusting in and out. He curled them into a hook and pressed exactly where I needed him.
I moaned loudly as I came, not caring if the whole office heard me and rushed down from the fifth floor. I was late to work, exhausted, irresponsible—and so, so satiated that none of it mattered.
Nash pulled out as soon as I shattered around his fingers, leaving my body aching at the emptiness. The echoes of the orgasm forced my walls to clench emptiness, throbbing against the knob that filled my ass.
“Get on your knees,” he demanded, not waiting for me to recover. “Beg me for permission to suck my cock and swallow my cum.”
The post-orgasm euphoria fogged my mind, reducing me to nothing but need.
I forced myself to stare him in the eyes as I knelt. He looked lethal. A dangerous fantasy confronting reality. Every death-defying moment condensed into a single person. Something that sounded like a human, breathed like a human, but couldn’t possibly be human. He was so much more.
With my knees on the floor, I squeezed my thighs together, desperate to find relief. The movement made the knob feel tighter in my ass, drawing a tiny moan from me. It had been so long since I had been touched, and he was torturing me for the hell of it.
“May I suck your cock?”
My tone suggested he could go to hell. I sealed it with a taunting smile, unbelieving of how wet I was. He narrowed his eyes and waited for me to continue.
Shit.
Was I really going to ask this?
Was this really my kink or was I just desperate for Nash?
Both, I decided and submitted to his will.
“May I swallow your cum?”
“Fuck.”
A mutter.
He looked like he couldn’t believe he had let it slip out.
Or maybe he couldn’t believe I had actually asked that.
Neither could I.
His face remained frozen in a scowl, like he was fighting himself. Two hazel eyes glistened with irritation. That defined jaw clenched. Our eyes met and held, his defiling mine, stripping me down to nothing.
Nash recovered first, unzipping himself. Instead of removing his shirt and sliding the suit pants down, he pulled his erection out and ran his palm down the long, thick length. “Open.”
I parted my lips, slipping the tip of my tongue out. He traced my lips with the head of his cock. Pre-cum smeared across the sensitive skin before he suddenly slid in as far as I could take him.
“Shit,” Nash cursed.
My wrists bit against the belt, needing to place two palms on his thighs and steady my body.
He slid out slowly. His eyes fluttered shut before they popped open, meeting mine. He thrust back into my mouth and hit the back of my throat. I struggled to take as much of as him as I could, but I wanted to prove to him I was more than he thought I was.
It shouldn’t have mattered, but it did.
“So fucking good.” He ran a palm through my hair, clutching the messy strands and gripping onto them in a way that hurt so nice. “That’s it, baby. Take my cock.”
His groans lit me up. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking as hard as I could, pushing as deep as my body allowed.
When I moaned around his cock, he growled, “You only ever get wet for me, don’t you?”
Yes.
But he couldn’t know.
Even when I spoke to Ben, it was Nash I pictured as I’d touch myself. Nash I’d imagine as I came.
Nash, Nash, Nash.
He invaded my mind, all because of one night I couldn’t wipe from my memory.
I hated his control over me. He didn’t need it. Probably didn’t even want it. But he had it. A gift I couldn’t pry out of his fingers even if I tried.
So, I shook my head—or tried to, but his thrust stopped the movement.
“Such a liar.” Two palms pressed the back of my head until my nose dug against his skin and he slid down my throat. Nash thrust into my mouth again, deep and long, before he pulled out and stroked his length. “Open your mouth, my devious liar.”
He gave me half a second before jets of cum shot out at me. I barely parted my lips in time to catch them. It fell down my chin and dropped onto my chest.
“Don’t swallow yet.” He stepped forward to trace the cum on my chest around a nipple. “Let me see.”
I opened my mouth. His essence still filled it, the taste something I savored. Nash’s chest rose as he took in the sight. Disheveled hair. Harsh eyes. Defiant stance. He looked like he felt—a nightmare disguised as a dream.
Leaning down and reaching behind me, he released me from the restraints and nudged my jaw closed with a single finger.
“Look at me as you swallow.”
I tilted my chin up to face him. We held eye contact as his cum slid down my throat. My poor heart battered my chest at the look of satisfaction unfurling across his face.
“Tell me how I taste, little Tiger.”
Like a god.
“I’ve tasted better.”
“Pretty little liar.” His thumb traced the length of my jaw and tilted my chin up until I couldn’t look away. “You suck cock like a good girl, but everything else from your lips is so, so bad.” Full lips met my temple and dragged down until they pressed against my ear. “Do you want more?”
My palms fell to his chest, yearning to scratch away his shirt and dig into his smooth skin. “Yes.”
So quiet, I wondered if he had heard it.
I didn’t want to repeat myself. He had carved my resistance. A rose without her thorns, naked and yielding.
Nash dragged a finger past my collarbone, between my breasts. “Do you want my cock inside you?”
“Yes.”
Another whisper.
“How badly? Tell me how badly you want my cock. Tell me how you want me to fuck your tight, little pussy.”
I should have processed the glint in his eyes as he said it. It reeked of ulterior motives. The face a grandmaster made seconds before he said, checkmate.
Instead, I latched onto Nash, cursing the fact that everything with him was a challenge.
A test.
I refused to lose.
“Rough.” I dug my nails into his chest and scraped. I wanted to leave a mark, like the scars that adorned his torso. Mine would be shaped like me—wild and unforgettable. “Hard. Like it’s the first and last time you’ll ever touch me.”
He laughed then, the sound deafening so close to my ear. “I told you we’re not fucking. And unlike you, I’m not a liar.”
In the time it took to exhale, I had already lost. He was past the doorway, leaving me in my ripped shirt, cum dripping down my thigh and a knob in my ass.
This was supposed to cure me of my fixation.