Page 46 of Business Casual
“I know. I like it.”
I move my hips into her touch for all of thirty seconds before it feels like too much. “Okay. Okay okay okay. Give me a second.”
I tumble my way off the bed again, an absolute mess, and kick my way out of my pants. I slip off my briefs and turn back to her. Nova is watching with her knees tucked to her chest, her underwear on the floor, her hair pulled over one shoulder. She’s lazy in her perusal of me, taking her time, holding me where I stand with her eyes.
“You’re, ah—” Her eyes flick back to mine and hold. She swallows. “You look good,” she finally says.
“Effusive praise.” I laugh. Her tongue skirts her bottom lip as I walk over to the bed, the tightness between my legs almost unbearable. This will probably last all of twenty-six seconds. I want her so badly I’m vibrating with it, all the way down to my bones.
I loop my hands around her ankles and then make sweeping brushes of my palms against her calves. I can’t get over her in these tights. I don’t think I ever will. “How would you like me?”
“Back to this, huh?”
I nod. Yes, back to this. I want to do exactly what she wants. I want to be everything she needs. Fuck getting out of her system. I want to be so far in her system I’m all she ever thinks about.
“It worked out so well the last time,” I manage.
“Up here, then.” She points at the headboard. One edge of her fitted sheet has come off. All her pillows are on the floor. I follow her direction and sit with my back against the black wrought iron frame. She shifts up on her knees and follows me.
I grab her hips in my hands, hissing through my teeth when she perches herself just below my cock.
“Hello,” she says, like we’re out at a picnic and I’m not a second away from spilling all over her stomach.
“Hi,” I grit out. I grab for one of the condoms, but she plucks it out of my hand before I can roll it on. She tears the wrapper with her teeth, then glides it over me with her palm. I think I might die. I tiltmy head back and watch her with hazy, unfocused eyes. I can’t decide what I want to watch. Her hand around my cock or her inked thighs flush against my hips. The flutter of her pulse in her neck or the bare swell of her breasts, pink nipples a tease through the cascade of her blond hair.
I settle for those blue-green eyes, narrowed in amusement as her hand works me. I think she likes watching me suffer.
I know she does.
“How are you doing?” I ask, attempting to hold on to the thread of conversation.
She snickers. “About to be better.” She gives me another pump with her hand, then lifts herself on her knees. I grip the slippery material of the tights on her left thigh like I’m holding on for dear life. “How are you doing?” she asks with a tip of her chin.
“I’m—” The rest of my answer disappears as she sinks down, taking me inch by inch. She rocks her hips back and forth slowly, a deep exhale with every slow, sinuous movement. She has to stop halfway, her breathing harsh and her hands trembling.
It’s a relief that she feels it too. This…overwhelming…everything.
“You can take it,” I murmur. My chest is heaving and my fingertips are pressing bruises into her skin. She presses down another half inch. “There you go. You’re doing so good.”
She makes a sound. A huff or a laugh or a moan or a combination of all three. I can’t really tell. “You’redoing so good,” she says back. Her fingertips trace shapes against my chest and she swivels her hips. “So patient.”
“Not really.” I laugh. I toss my head back and grip her ass in my hands when she nudges the rest of the way down, her hips flush to mine. I think about obscure tax forms. Deposit minimums. The return rate on that one stock I’ve been monitoring for two weeks.
I’m close already and all she’s done is let herself sink down on me.
“Charlie,” she whimpers, and something in my chest breaks off. I can’t get a deep enough breath. “Charlie,” she says again.
“I know,” I groan. I squeeze her ass and move her over me. Fuck. She feels incredible. My body is a lightning storm of sensation. Electric bolts of pleasure between my legs and in the backs of my knees and at the base of my spine. “Fuck, Nova.”
She nods and curls her fingers around my jaw. She tugs my face to hers.
“Kiss,” she slurs. “Kiss me while I fuck you.”
I nod. “Yeah, okay. Good. That’s good.”
I catch her mouth with mine as she starts to move, a gentle back and forth that somehow manages to wind me up even higher. My hands itch with the need to take. To push until we’re both mindless with the pleasure spinning cobwebs around us. But I like that she’s taking what she wants from me. Getting exactly what she needs from my body beneath hers.
“It’s good,” she tells me. “You feel good.”
