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“Fuck yes.” He kept asking questions, giving her power through words despite how his deeds pushed her to mindlessness. “Yes.”

Her waistband loosened, then she felt his fingers hunt the small zipper tab. Crap, she hadn’t waxed, but as her jean shorts parted and his hand slipped inside to press against her lowerstomach, she stopped worrying. Men like pussy, she reminded herself, even bushy pussy. And his fingers were rubbing over the fabric and his mouth was back at her breast and she was tight and wet at the same time. His hand was big, but he wiggled those fingers over the spot where her panties clung to her groove. At her neck, his mouth found nerves that seemed to connect directly to the ones he’d found in her pants. And his other hand still toyed with a nipple.

She didn’t think she could breathe. Couldn’t even see beyond the swirling blackness of her closed eyes. She pushed with her hips, but he held her pinned. Thrusting harder at his hand pressed that finger deeper, although her own panties prevented her from getting what she wanted: him inside her body. “Take them off me,” she ordered.

“No.” He moved his finger, but the fabric didn’t glide. Her panties were too wet and her shorts too tight to permit him the entry she needed. He grazed his teeth across the outside curve of her breast. “Let’s do it like this.”

“Ni-co-oh.” The second syllable sounded stretched and gasping, exactly how she felt pinned to the desk all splayed and wanting, her underwear a barricade he wasn’t rushing to cross. His mouth found her nipple again, and that was good, better than good, that was pulling her out of herself, but he didn’t slip under the edge of her panties. Fuck him.

“Can I make you come in your pants?”

Fuck his questions. He should push aside her panties. Reach through the leg opening and stab that finger into her wetness and give it to her. But instead, he was rubbing in the constrained space of her open shorts, tiny pressure circling her fabric-covered clit.Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Louder. Let Tyler hear you say that.”

She must have spoken. She should be embarrassed, but Nico made her want to yell, even with the other man in the house.He found the part of her that wanted to be loud enough to be heard, to be a woman who screws the moving guy, a woman who relishes being seen.

“You want that?”

Whether he meant his finger or being overheard didn’t matter as she rolled the back of her head against the wall, not while she wanted his finger to slide beneath her panties, find her pussy, and plunge. She pulsed her hips, but, pinned to the desk like this, unable to wiggle or thrust upwards hard enough for satisfaction, all she could do was accept whatever he gave her. She wanted him to take her, but no, he was all touches and teasing. Flicking and stroking, separating her clinging folds, nothing more.

His head dropped to her chest, and his lips and tongue found the points that she’d swear were hard enough to blind him. His mouth, dirty busy mouth, tongue-lashed her nipples, and still, he toyed between her legs. “Want more?”

More what?Didn’t matter. She wanted it all. “Do it.”

The hand between her legs slipped past her panties, the imperfections of his rough hands catching at her hair but at the same time gliding so smoothly through the slick heart of her need that she nearly screamed. She was overwhelmed by what he did and what she felt, how he twisted his finger and suckled her nipple at the same time as he pulled back, the way he rolled her point lightly between his teeth when he finally pushed his finger inside.

“Tell me.” Each word he spoke matched the rhythm of his finger probing her slick channel. In the pause, he withdrew. “What you.” His control nearly shattered her, but no matter how aggressively she tried to thrust, she couldn’t find the leverage to make him go deeper. Or faster. “Want.”

“More,” she moaned louder than she’d meant to, and her voice echoed off the bare walls. She tried to clench on his hand, raisedher hips to signal him to increase speed, but he held his pace. Filled with sensation, but not with enough of him, she begged. “Faster.”

“If you want faster.” In and out of her, slow and steady, his finger. That other hand, on her nipple, a steady pressure. His mouth on the slope of her breast. All of italmostthere. So muchalmost.“You have to be louder.”

“Fuck you.”

That got her a deep plunge, as hard and far as he could penetrate with her shorts on, and a twist to her nipple that sent her reeling toward the ceiling, she’d swear to it, but then he stopped and left her hanging from a taut wire, not able to let go and drop because he wouldn’t speed the fuck up. She wanted him to skip the light strokes, thrust as many fingers as he could deep into her hunger and take her until the shelf brackets broke and they had to slam together in the shards, but no. He was fucking teasing her with half strokes.

“Dammit,harder.”

“Good. Say it again.” He grabbed the back of her hip, pulling her past the edge of the desk and angling her upward so that her thighs cradled his waist instead of his hips, and his forearm supported the back of her thighs. If she were unclothed, she’d be spread open for him, but the shorts restrained her. “And I mean louder.”

Not pretend, then. He did want Tyler to hear. She closed her eyes and saw vivid pictures of herself and Nico, wrapped around each other and linked as if carved from one block of marble. She imagined Tyler somewhere in the house, crouched over a box. Head to the side, listening. Hearing, but not believing the noises until he heard her voice sayMore,heard her yellHarder.Understanding would fill him at the same time Nico’s fingers filled her. He might enter the hallway to listen. He might get aroused too.

“Har-der!” The request pushed out of her lips with the force of two separate words. It felt so delicious in her mouth that she shuddered with the pleasure of it.

His finger drove deeply, pistoned in and out as she arched. Her body sought to pull him in, and her legs quivered. She needed to hold on, but the smooth teak supplied nothing to grip for anchor as he lifted her hips and finger-fucked her until she forgot to breathe. Everything in her whirled around where that finger pushed past her slippery folds. His thumb pressed on the rise above her panties. Everything in her was connected to his hand, but she realized it was only one finger. “More.”

He bent closer to her body, moving his chest parallel to hers, but didn’t change the rhythm of his hand.

Fuck that slow burn.She dug her fingers into his arm and yanked his chest to hers, pushing her hips to force a rhythm faster than his finger. “I saidmore.”

He gave her another finger. When he pulled his hand back, his withdrawal wrenched her shorts so tight against her butt that his motion lifted her thighs from the wood, but his chest kept her from going airborne. When his fingers plunged back into her pussy, she was immersed in the sensation of clenching around him, and nothing else mattered. She was the husk left behind, the shell on the beach. She felt his mouth all over her chest, and she was his feast. His hand in her panties, in her pussy, his other arm supporting her legs, and his mouth linking to her bare nipple. The only thing she could feel that wasn’t him was the wood against her spine.

They were noisy. Her name, his name, words, moaning, panting. Nothing made sense. His hand had burrowed so deeply into her shorts that she heard the wet sounds as he screwed fingers into her liquid silver. The universe contracted to his body over hers, pressing her down even while he pushed her at thewall and pulled her back. His thumb skimmed over the spot. That spot.

“Feel you. Fuck.” He groaned while his fingers kept thrusting. “Squeezing my hand. So strong. Fuck. That’s—”

He choked, or more likely her hearing cut out, because she crested into the colors that blocked her ears until she couldn’t make out anything but the vibration of her own chest, couldn’t feel anything but her body throbbing around his fingers. Later, she guessed she’d breathe again. For now, she’d gasp and pant, maybe hyperventilate, but she wouldn’t try something as difficult as regular breathing. Nothing was regular about this.

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