Page 28 of Save Me

"He used to get pissed if I touched anything on his desk. So I've been sitting here all day, fantasizing about fucking you over it, just because I can. Just because it's not his desk anymore." He nips my throat again. "You want to help me remind myself that everything in this building is mine now, little bird?"

"God, yes," I moan. It's filthy and dark, a big middle finger to the man who tormented him. But there's an uncurrent of healing to it too, like he's finally proving to himself that his father has no control over him or his life anymore. He's claiming this space and everything in it as his own, removing every trace of his father from it.

If wiping his father's memory from the building brings him even a measure of peace, I'm all in. And if fucking me over Bellamy's desk brings him even a second of pleasure while he does it, then I'll gladly offer myself up. I'll willingly burn.

He holds me to him with one hand, reaching out with the other to swipe everything from the surface of the desk. Stacks of paperwork, office supplies, and the monitor crash to the floor at our feet as Brantley stands, laying me out on the surface of the desk.

"Make me yours," I whisper, my back bowing from the hard wood.

"You're already mine," he growls, chasing my lips with his. He kisses me hard, his hands slipping beneath my skirt again to slide it up my hips. My panties get pulled to the side, tugged out of the way by his impatient hands. I cry out against his lips as he plays with me, his talented fingers quickly driving me toward the brink.

But he doesn't let me go over. Right when I'm on the edge, he pulls back, kissing his way down my body. My shirt comes up, his lips seeking out every spot he learned last night.

"Goddamn, little bird," he growls against my skin. "I love the way you whimper and moan when I've got my mouth on you."

"I love when you have your mouth on me!" As soon as the words leave my lips, I realize I haven't had my mouth on him yet. Not in the same way. "I want my mouth on you, Brantley."

He groans against my skin, his wild eyes meeting mine. "What?"

That needy, desperate look on his face makes me bold. "I want your cock in my mouth."

"Jesus," he rasps, immediately reaching for his pants with shaking hands. "You really are trying to kill me, aren't you, baby?"

"No. I'm trying to ruin you," I whisper, licking my lips when he pulls his dick out. "I'm trying to replace every bad memory with something new, something better. When you sleep at night, this is what I want you to dream about."

"It's fucking working, little bird." He swallows hard. "May not ever forget you asking to suck my cock."

"Good. You aren't supposed to forget it."

He steps closer to the desk, his fist wrapped around his shaft. "Have mercy on me, baby. You're a fucking goddess. I'm just a man. You may kill me."

I grin at him, turning my face to nuzzle his cock. I don't know why I do it. It just feels right in that moment. I just want to feelhim burning hot against my cheek. And I really want to hear him.

He doesn't disappoint.

He growls, a desperate, broken sound that sends lava through my veins. His hand spears into my hair, tugging gently. It's more like he's trying to root himself to reality than to control anything I'm doing though.

I turn my head further, flicking my tongue out to taste him. His tangy taste bursts on my tongue, and I moan, immediately loving it.

"Ah, fuck," he groans, his eyes falling closed as he bucks his hips. "That's already too goddamn good."

I lick all over the head of his cock, loving his taste and the sounds he makes. And then I wrap my lips around him, pulling him into my mouth. A gush of fluid hits the back of my throat, choking me.

I pull back, startled.

"Fuck," he groans, eyes wide and dilated. "Do that again, little bird."

I suck him into my mouth again.

"Goddammit," he chokes out, tugging on my hair. "You look so fucking pretty with my dick in your mouth, Isla."

I sob around him, taking him deeper. He hits the back of my throat, so I hollow my cheeks, sucking hard, running my tongue around him.

He shouts my name, bucking his hips.

My entire body burns, sizzling and screaming with desire as I work him in and out of my mouth, taking him as far as I can before I pull back and then start all over.

"That mouth," he growls, pulsing his hips. "Christ, that fucking mouth."

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