Page 50 of Nothing to You
“No,” she said and stretched out her arms.“I am eager to get out of these clothes though.”
“Funny, I was just thinking the same thing,” he said with swagger and reached around to snag her hips.“Let me help you.”
She laughed as he dragged her around the corner of the counter, pushing her down again when she tried to straighten up.
“Xavie—”
“You only call me Xavie when we’re having sex,” he said, his fingers gathering her pencil skirt up to ease it over her ass.No matter he hadn’t given her a chance to say more.“I must be behind schedule.”
“To take the skirt off, typically, it goes down,” she said over her shoulder.
“Huh,” he said, hooking his fingers into the band of her underwear to slide it down.“Like this?”
She laughed again.“Always get your way, don’t you, Mr.Rourke?”
“I do,” he said, massaging her clit.“Right now, that’s working out for you.”
It was.So much for not losing her momentum.Her hips moved as he aroused her; more than a few blissful whimpers left her lips.When he dipped his fingers into her, she pushed back.He was only checking if she was ready, but wasn’t she always whenever he worked on her?It never took long for him to heat her up.
“Xavie,” she whispered, opening her mouth against her arm.
“I love it when you make things about sex.”
A laugh almost threatened, but she lost it when his cock pushed into her.Wasn’t so funny when it felt so good.
“Shit,” she whispered, her eyes closing tight as he advanced at a delectable pace.“That feels so good.”
“Mm,” he agreed, pushing his fingers up her spine, arching her hips further.“Your pussy takes it good, baby.”
Trying to push back, she was stalled by him grabbing her hips.“Fuck me, Boy Scout.Make some effort.”
His groan of approval was a prelude to giving her exactly what she wanted.Pulling back only to slam in, he forced her hips to advance and retreat as he drove into her.Yes!Shocked delight burst out of her in a yelp the second he hit her g-spot.Oh, shit, she hadn’t expected that, but, fuck…
Taking control, complete control, he yanked her so high that her toes almost left the floor.
Fighting him didn’t occur to her.
Not right then.
“Fuck, Xavie,” she squealed.One palm landed on the counter as her other hand snaked between them to massage her clit.“Like that, right there.Oh, fuck.Fuck!”
Maybe he wasn’t in charge.Everything she asked for, she got.He knew just how to hit her right, how to tease and satisfy her at exactly the same time.But she was a thing to him right then.A tool to deliver him to his pleasure.He hammered into her over and over, using her like he might a sex toy in the privacy of his personal space.
Her pussy swallowed his cock over and over, every minute craving more while climbing closer to the pinnacle of pleasure.
“Xa—Xavie!”she screeched as it consumed her, pulling her under, smothering her.
She couldn’t breathe but didn’t try.He fulfilled every part of her being when he spilled himself within her.That was it.What both of them needed.
As he growled and stilled, he smacked her ass and released her hips.She didn’t move.Even when he slid out, leaving her draped across the counter, she just sighed in bliss.
“Okay, that didn’t help my momentum,” she murmured.
He drew her panties back up her legs and pushed her skirt down too.Wasn’t like him to be dressing her or worried about things like decency or dignity.Whatever.She had work to do.
“All clear?”
She rose a fraction.That was a male voice.Not Rourke’s.
