want to come on his hand. I wanted to come with his cock buried deep inside me. I shoved his hand away and reached for his rock-hard cock, holding it at the base. I teased myself with the tip, moving it up and down my folds, before sinking down onto him.
He let out a growl that ended in a moan, leaning forward to lick my lips. His big hands held me tight against him, his legs spreading wide under me.
I didn’t give either of us a chance to adjust, to get used to the heady sensation of complete connectedness—of feeling, seeing, hearing, breathing nothing but the other person. I started moving on top of him, rolling my hips as I used my legs to push up and down.
I was on top. I was supposed to set the pace, but Alec fought me. His strong hands had a firm grip on my hips, and we once again battled for control. Eventually the battle settled into a dance—a hard, intense dance that had his cock sliding in and out of me, hitting a spot deep inside.
It wasn’t long before the orgasm bubbled up again. It had been building since the frenzied kiss on the stairs. I’d been close when he’d had me against the wall, grinding into me. I’d been close when he’d buried his fingers inside me and played me like a stringed instrument. And I was fucking close as I bounced and ground on top of him.
He shoved one of his hands up my dress, pulling my bra out of the way to knead my breast.
The combined sensations, coupled with the knowledge that someone could walk in at any moment, had me crying out as I finally gave in to the climax. It washed over me, making my vision blur as every muscle in my body tensed. I rocked against him and bit his neck, hard, and he responded with a grunt that sounded like a mixture of pain and pleasure. I relaxed some of the pressure of my teeth and licked the skin between them.
Alec’s hips were still rocking under me, his movements erratic and desperate. I used his shoulders to balance and, with shaky legs, met his movements with mine, bringing him to release.
He did that sexy as fuck growling moan again as his head dropped back and his chest heaved.
After a few moments, he pulled me against him and buried his head in my neck. I nuzzled his jaw and smiled. This was exactly what we needed. We started out shouting at each other and getting riled up, frustrated, hurt. And we ended up in each other’s arms, planting soft kisses all over each other’s faces, caressing and holding and showing our devotion.
After one last lingering kiss to my lips, Alec craned his neck, then used his legs to push the wheelie chair over to a side table with a box of tissues. It was only once I had a wad of tissues in my hand that he let me up. We cleaned up as best we could and started fixing our clothes.
“Is there a bathroom on this level? I don’t want to get a UTI.” I looked around—all I saw were rows and rows of servers.
Alec chuckled as he zipped up his pants. “Don’t know. But the level above does.”
“Don’t laugh, you dick. UTIs hurt like a . . .” I caught sight of a camera near the ceiling, high up in a corner.
“Alec!” I hurriedly pulled my underwear up the rest of the way and fixed my dress.
“What?” His attention was on his phone.
“There’s a fucking camera?” I gestured to the item, my tone half question, half chastisement.
He glanced at it and then smirked at me. “We’re in the most secure area of the most secure building in Manhattan—except maybe the cells below. Of course there are cameras, precious.”
“Fuck. Alec!” How was he so relaxed about this? Yes, the risk of getting caught had given me a thrill, but I didn’t actually want strangers to watch me having sex. The other guys, maybe . . .
Alec wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “Relax. I’m on it.”
He put the phone to his ear, and I covered my face with my hands, leaning into him. I was close enough to hear the ringing on the other end and Charlie’s voice as he answered. “What’s up, dickhead?”
“Hey, jerk-off.” Alec’s teasing tone turned serious in the very next word. “I need you to make some security footage disappear.”