Page 48 of Just This Once

Hours sitting across from her at trivia night were pure torture. Anytime she wasn’t looking, I was staring at her. My head knew it was a mistake to eventhinkabout Emily Ward, but just being in her presence was like a shot to the chest.

I couldn’t think straight around her, and it pissed me off. I poured that anger and frustration into my kiss. Days—weeks—of pent-up frustration overwhelmed me. My hands roamed over her clothing. My head reared back, and heat coursed through me when I realized she wasn’t wearing a bra beneath her silky top.

A sultry smirk flashed across her face as she licked her lip. A growl ripped through me, and I swiped a hand across the workbench, sending wood blocks and tools clattering to the ground. I gripped her hips, hauling her on top of the wooden surface.

My lips pressed against her neck, nipping and licking at her hammering pulse point. Her legs wrapped around me, diggingher boots into my back and pressing me into her. I palmed her ass and ran a hand down the outside of her thigh.

I straightened, leveling with her. “Are we really doing this?” My thumbs strummed her hard nipples beneath her silky top.

She was breathless and keyed up. A hot flush crept across her cheeks and neck. “Yes. You can hate-fuck me if that’s what you’re asking.”

My brows knit together. “Hate?” My palm ran down the column of her neck and gave it a testing squeeze, and her hips bucked forward. “Can’t we just call it strong dislike fucking?”

Her breath hitched as her leg inched higher up my back. “I don’t give a shit what you call it, just fuck me.”

I leaned forward to growl in her ear. “Only if you say please, Prim. You know I like it when you beg for my cock.” I nipped at her earlobe, earning me a small yip.

She reached between us, palming my erection through my jeans. “Oh my god, please.Please. I need you to fuck me.”

I towered over her, standing tall to reach behind my head and pull my shirt off. Her nails raked down my chest. Her sandy-blonde hair fell over one eye as her hungry gaze roamed over my bare chest. Her cardigan had slipped off her shoulders and hung around her elbows. The dainty straps of her top looked thin enough to break, and I resisted the urge to slip a finger beneath one and tug.

Instead, I grabbed two handfuls of ass and hauled her against me. Her arms looped around my shoulders. Swiveling, I shifted toward the unfinished table at the center of my workshop. The freshly sanded surface would be gentler on her skin and give me ample room to worship her for as long as I wanted.

I was overwhelmed by her. Our hands tore at clothing—I pulled off her boots; she yanked at the button of my jeans; I peeled hers down her thighs. When we were both naked, my hand skated across her smooth skin. She braced her armsbehind her, baring every inch to me. I moved my mouth down her throat. She tipped her head and sighed when I sucked the hollow of her collarbone.

Emily reached between us, gripping my hard cock in her hands. My dick pulsed, and she purred, sliding her fingers across the rows of piercings. She rubbed her thumb over the tip, and I groaned.

“I like this,” she whispered as her fingertips skated over each barbell on the underside of my cock. “Is it for you or for me?”

I glanced down, giving her a smug look. “Both.” Her gaze was locked on me as I continued: “There’s increased sensation for me, sure. But the real treat is watching your pussy struggle to take all of me and still feeding you another inch.”

“Jesus, fuck.” Her hips bucked and her head lolled as I slipped my hand between her thighs. I caressed her with soft, gentle strokes but didn’t enter her. Not yet.

Emily rocked her hips over my hand and whimpered. Her sex glistened, primed and waiting for me to fuck her. I slid one finger inside her and pressed the heel of my hand against her clit. She leaned back, bracing herself on her elbows as I slipped another finger in. My dick throbbed at the sight of Emily sprawled across my table while I finger-fucked her.

I ached to be inside her. “Don’t. Move.” My eyes flashed a warning as I slipped my fingers from her and tortured myself with a taste.

Thankfully, she listened and stayed where she was while I strode to my truck to dig a condom out from the glove box. I’d stashed a few there after I’d almost lost control and nearly railed her against the car in her parents’ driveway.

Still sprawled for me, she watched as I rolled the condom down my length. She was breathless and waiting. “It’s annoying how fucking hot you are.”

I panted as I took in the view of her. “How do you think I feel? I’m risking everything because I can’t stay the fuck away from you.”

Tension bunched in my back. I was going to die if I didn’t bury myself inside her. Gripping my dick, I gave myself a few hard tugs to release some of the tension. She opened her knees wider.

My eyes flicked up to hers. “Don’t tease me, Prim.”

I lowered my mouth to her breast, teasing her with my tongue. My other hand dragged my cock against her spread legs, teasing her entrance. I sucked and gently used my teeth to torment her. Her arms trembled.

I pressed the head of my cock against her opening.

“Whip. Please.” Her thighs clenched, begging for more.

I slid the head of my cock into her tight, wet cunt and paused. My breath hissed through my teeth as a shock wave coursed through me. Heat gathered in my spine. My body screamed to thrust deep and rail her fast and hard and angry.

Instead, I stilled and watched her stretch around me. “Jesus, this has never felt better. More?”

She swallowed hard and nodded. I gave her another inch, slipping the first set of barbells inside her. Her hips shifted upward, begging for even more of me. I dragged out, torturously slow before going deeper.

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