Page 10 of Attraction

Suddenly she snaps from her thoughts and makes a crazy decision. She caresses her hand down his side, resting it against his hip. She smiles and flits her eyes up to meet his. “I want to.”

A beaming smile breaks across his face as he brushes her wet hair back from her cheek. “Well, I’m glad you finally cleared that up.”

Taking a breath, she relaxes, and her jade-green eyes work their way over his body, across his shoulders, and down his chest. Her hand follows, trailing a line across his firm taut abs. Glancing a look over every one of his defined and toned muscles, she imagines herself about to be willingly forced against them. Then stopping the eye-fuck just before his groin, thinking how well-endowed he is, she wants to touch his big hard cock.

Will this be a night of mind-shattering-sex or… a career-ending-catastrophe?

There’s only one way to find out.

His want for her is much more obvious. He can’t hide it, not with that hard-on.

She smiles as her hand grazes against it, her sticky wet-lust seeping between her legs as she imagines him buried between her thighs. She’s excited by her choice to do this and tingling, she pulses with exhilarated nervous energy. Then, consciously switching her thoughts off—silencing the sensible intelligent medic in her head warning her not to do this.

She’ll bet he doesn’t have this conflict. No, for him it’s simple—the guys will even pat him on the back and tell him well done. But this will make her look easy, it could undermine her role in the team, and it will make her more of a target for their bullshit teasing. Maybe they’ll think she’s a slut? But then let’s face it… they’d probably be right. It’s hardly considered professional, fucking a guy from the team on the very first night they meet. But with those cobalt blue eyes, teasing and tempting her, and his body—wanting her. She becomes just a woman—a woman with needs.

“You know this… it’s just sex. A one-night hook-up and it won’t happen again. And please tell me you won’t go bragging at the first opportunity to the rest of the guys?”

“A one-time hook-up….” He nods, leaning in and dropping a gentle kiss against her lips. “Okay, if that’s what you want? But you know, I figured we’d do it then see how it goes, take it from there.” As his hand strokes her arm, his body throbs with excitement, and his cock twitches, reminding him how urgent his want is. He’s so hard that he’s not sure how long he’ll hold out and even the thought of his mouth on that pert nipple, tongue flicking it is enough that he wants to shoot his warm load all over her. “As for telling the guys, well we don’t do secrets. So if they ask, then I’ll tell. But perhaps they won’t ask? I mean, you stayin’ at my place, they’ll just assume we fucked, anyway.”

“Wow…” she frowns, stepping away from him. Taking a minute, she reviews her thinking on this already unwise decision. “That’s pretty low. What, they’ll just assume that I’d sleep with you? That somehow I can’t resist?”

“Well you can’t, can you?” He laughs. “Nah, they know me too well. Anyway, technically, you’re not gonna sleep with me—we’re just gonna fuck.”

She laughs, awkwardly because she’s embarrassed, but he’s right. For some inexplicable reason, she can’t resist him. “Ryan, I’m serious. I want this but I can’t afford the heat something like this might bring, so no one can know.” But before she can further question him, her internal stupidity takes over, and once again ditching intelligent thinking, her reactions are now entirely down to biological desire. She kisses him.

He smiles, pushing her back under the warm water. His hard cock is forced against the taut bronzed skin of her stomach. She gasps at the huge size of his dick as she tentatively reaches out and grasps it while her other hand strokes against his chest. She shivers, her body’s response to being this close to him. Flushing hot amber with excitement, her heart’s working hard, pumping adrenaline to her muscles. Overloaded by stimulation, she has a longing ache in her belly and she’s desperate for him to touch her clit.

Stroking his thumb against her bottom lip, he stares her in the eyes and smiles. “Come here an’ kiss me.”

The longing is overwhelming, and it feels intense as they now surrender their bodies to each other.

Locking her fingers in his hair with a tight grip, she pulls him under the water towards her.

He smiles and strokes his hand slowly down the side of her body. He places his mouth over her lips and they kiss. Then, he slams her back against the cool ceramic tiles of the cubicle wall.

Feasting on her, he lifts her leg—hitching it around his waist as she curls her foot around him, gripping tight against his butt, holding him to her. “Oh!” she gasps.

He silences her by filling her mouth with his tongue, thrusting it to the back of her throat. She wonders if she might choke as he devours her face, the wet bristles of his stubble scratching the soft skin of her cheeks, the kissing is so frantic.

“Your eyes are fuckin’ beautiful,” he whispers. His voice hissing low and deep, like a tiger growling. “Who the hell are you?”

She’s a little confused by the question. She continues to stare at him and with a wicked glint in her eyes, she says, “Just shut the hell up and fuck me.”

“Mm… don’t worry, I’m going to.”

His mouth is back on hers, forcibly parting her lips with his tongue. She can’t breathe and using all her strength, holds him back to get some air as his wet lips continue to search her out - probing for her. Again, finding her mouth, he holds her head under the water and as they continue to kiss, the sensation of not being able to breathe is electrifying. The warm water filling her mouth along with his tongue. Gasping and drowning, she claws at his back with her nails and he groans, loving the sensation of sharpness, painful against his skin. Digging deeper, she holds him against her body.

He forces her head to one side, and then pulling her hair back, positions his mouth over the soft flesh in the crook of her neck, and bites down hard, marking her skin.

“Fuuuck!” she squeals in pain, placing her hand against the wound. It’s sore, and she’s convinced he has drawn blood, but he hasn’t. The pain snaps her back to her senses.

What the hell am I doing? This is such a bad idea. But damn… he kisses so well, and have you seen the size of that dick?She argues with herself. The conclusion is—she wants more. Staring him in the eyes, she smiles then tilts her neck, pushing it forward she offers herself to him.

He grins, and his body pulsing with pleasure, he takes advantage. Snarling, sucking, and kissing at the bite—he marks his territory.

It’s an intense feeling, his mouth on that delicate, vulnerable area of her neck. She’s experienced nothing like it before, and despite how much it hurts, it feels amazing—it’s turning her on and she’s not going to stop him. “Ryan… fuck me,” she begs.

His kissing into her neck, she’s able to feel the vibrations coming from his growl. Purring deep inside her chest, she’s like a caged animal ready to be let loose. She wants him—a little too much.

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