far.
Then he reminded me that he was in control, and I remembered why it felt so fucking good to let him be.
I sucked in a sharp breath as his fingers curled around my throat and he pressed me back against the door. He didn’t squeeze but instead used the position to move me however he wanted, firstly tilting my head to the side and running his nose down my jawline. His other hand was braced against the door behind me, pinning me in.
“I can’t figure out what’s going to get you killed first,” he murmured, his lips tracing the line of my jaw to my ear. “Your recklessness or your fucking loyalty.” My body already felt electric, buzzing, just waiting for that one spark which was going to set me alight. He had it in his hands, but before he let me have it, he was going to torture me mercilessly. A punishment that wasn’t exactly a punishment but more like a…
… reminder.
My mouth fell open, and I reached for him, my fingers finding his belt. “Probably both.”
He released a low growl I felt right in my gut, making my toes curl. “I can’t have that.” His hand curled around my neck, gripping it tightly as he drew my mouth to his, our lips brushing softly against one another, drawing out the anticipation for just a second longer before he finally captured my mouth. My hands moved up under his shirt, my fingers tracing the abs he had hidden beneath, flashes of his body playing over and over in my mind. The power, the strength had me clenching my thighs and leaning into his kiss.
Demanding more.
He began to walk backward, forcing me to follow, refusing to lose contact as our tongues fought for dominance. However, it was over quickly when I caught his lip between my teeth. He grinned, squeezing my neck, forcing me to release him and keeping his hand on my neck as he forced me to turn and pushed my hips against his desk.
Sliding up behind me, he pushed his hips forward, his length pressing hard against my ass and forcing a gasp to escape my lips. His hands suddenly left me, returning a second later to grab a handful of my sweatshirt and the shirt underneath to rip it up, over the top of my head.
Where the hell it ended up? I had no fucking clue because it was only seconds later that my bra joined it.
“Bend over. Hands flat.”
I was already wet.
My hips unconsciously pressing back against him, my pussy throbbing, desperately seeking his touch. I sucked in a deep breath as I placed my palms on the shiny wood desk, slowly lowering my body, the cold surface like some strange fucking torture. That was until I forced my breasts forward, my hard nipples meeting the chill. “Jesus,” I cursed under my breath, rolling the rest of the way, my whole upper body, including my forehead, pressed to the desk.
“Feel good?”
“Cold,” I murmured, adjusting my body a little, figuring out what felt good and what didn’t.
“Good,” he responded, his hips still pressed hard to my ass and the tips of his fingers now trailing the length of my spine, sending a shudder rolling through me like an earthquake. “The cold is going to feel just right after I make your ass red and hot.”
His fingertips reached the waistband of my tights, one hooking inside and then painfully slow, dragging them and my panties down over my ass to mid-thigh. I dare not move, not even as he stepped back to appreciate the view in front of him.
“So wet, so fucking pretty.”
“Shotgun…” I hissed like his name was a curse word. That was how I felt about it right now, how badly I wanted him to touch me, how badly I needed to feel him wrapped around me like he was the only one who could catch me when I fell to pieces.
Smack.
My whole body jumped, the sharp sting on my ass cheek drawing a desperate moan from me while my fingernails scratched at the wood beneath me. My clit was so alive, throbbing and aching to be touched.
Shotgun moved in behind me, bracing his hands on the table and leaving just enough space between our bodies so I could feel him there but so he wasn’t quite fucking touching me. He pressed his lips to my shoulder blades, working his way down my spine. “One enough?”
I wanted to say yes.
I wanted to beg him to