Page 45 of Business Casual
I slip two fingers into her and she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. I rub my thumb at her clit, rough circles that have her shutting her eyes again.
“Nuh-uh.” I move my thumb away and she whimpers. “Eyes, please.”
She lets go of my arms, dropping hers above her head and gripping the bottom edge of her bed frame. Her fingers flex around the metal. I reward her with my thumb back where she wants it.
“Who would have thought—” Her breath catches when I change the tempo of my strokes, little taps that have her feet scrambling against the bed. “God. Who would have thought you’d be so bossy?”
“Not bossy,” I mumble, watching the pink that blooms on her cheeks slip down her neck to the curve of her breasts. Her red rose looks like it’s glowing. “I just want to watch you come.”
She nods. “Okay.”
“Okay.” I shift down onto my elbow above her, hovering with mymouth over hers. Her whole body is trembling beneath mine. “Do you think you’re close?”
I drop a chaste kiss to her bottom lip and move my hand faster against her. Another finger. More sloppy circles. She doesn’t answer with words, just a sharp inhale through her nose.
“Yeah.” I smile. “Yeah, you’re close.”
“Again with the”—she moans—“smug. It doesn’t suit you, Charlie.”
“Sure it does.” I drop a kiss to the corner of her mouth, the curve of her chin, the secret little spot I’ve discovered below her ear. “I want it so bad, Nova. Probably more than you do.”
She laughs, fingers curling tighter around the edge of her bed frame. Her knuckles strain white. “I don’t know about all that,” she moans. “I want it pretty bad.”
I nod into her neck. “I can feel it,” I whisper. “I can feel you. You gonna take it?”
She grabs the back of my neck and pulls. My body goes tight like she’s got that hand on my dick instead. She tips her chin up and watches me with half-closed eyes, a flash of blue-green gray. Storm clouds gathering.
“You gonna give it to me?” she breathes, her lips curled in a smile.
“I’ve already told you. I’ll give you anything you want.”
I keep my hand steady against her, the other shifting up to sink into her hair spread across the comforter. She liked that earlier, when I tugged on her hair while we kissed. I loop it around my fist and urge her face closer to mine.
“You need me to put my mouth on you again?” I suck a wet kiss beneath her ear. “Want me to get on my knees?”
She laughs, something winded. “I think I’d like you on your knees.”
I nod. “Yeah, I bet you would. I’d pull you right to the edge of the bed so you could watch. Keep you close so I could still touch these pretty tits.” I drag my teeth up her neck and bite the lobe of her ear. “Come on, Nova girl. Tell me what you need.”
She doesn’t need me on my knees. She doesn’t need anything but a rough roll of my thumb against her clit and my words in her ear, listing out all the things I want to do to her. All the fantasies that I’ve stocked up in my chaotic brain, tumbling free in rough pants against her ear.
She comes with a whimper of my name, hands curled into fists and her face tucked to the side. I nudge her back to me with my knuckles at her chin, watching her crest and break.
“No,” I say quietly. “Keep looking at me.”
She moans as she trembles through the rest of it, her gaze fixed on mine. She’s beautiful. More than that. If I had the right words, I’d use them.
“Get a condom,” she orders me, flinging one limp hand in the direction of her nightstand. I practically fall off the bed following her direction, yanking the drawer completely out. A notebook and a couple of pens spill out across the floor. A box of tissues and a strip of condoms.
I grab for it and fling them on the bed.
“That seems ambitious,” she tells me, still blissed out and boneless across the edge of the bed. Her pretty underwear is twisted around her hips, one of her thigh highs scrunched below her knee. Messy hair and a hickey on her neck. I want to take a picture of her just like this and keep it in my wallet. Maybe blow it up and wallpaper my entire apartment with it.
“You said one night,” I say, crawling back to her. I grip her ankle and tug until she’s beneath me. “You didn’t say one time.”
Her eyes light up, delighted. “I guess that’s true.”
I grunt as I attempt to shimmy out of my pants without getting out of the bed. Her hands try to help, then get distracted and slip into my boxer briefs instead. I drop my forehead to her collarbone when she grips my cock. “Nova, I’m barely hanging on here.”
