Page 3 of Off Limits
She groaned and rocked her hips into him again.
Breaking the kiss, he trailed his mouth down her neck, over her collarbone. He dropped to his haunches between her legs and stared up at her. His dark eyes pleading with her. Her breath hitched. He looked like he might eat her alive. She’d be okay with that.
With a sudden pull, he dragged her closer to the edge, rough and needing. He trailed his nose along the sensitive inside of her thigh, every inch sending goosebumps racing across her skin. When he reached her center, he paused—eyes closed, breath held—then inhaled like it was the last breath he’d ever take.
“Your pussy is ready for me, isn’t it?” He licked her core through the white lace panties she wore.
“Yes,” she hissed through clenched teeth and threw her head back. Even through the lace, the sweep of his tongue sent her to the heavens. “It’s always ready when you’re around.”
He edged her panties to the side and swept his tongue through her bare slit. He groaned like he knew karma would punish him for enjoying her taste so much. Brady devoured her like she was his last meal, bringing her to the precipice of her orgasm and then backing off. Her legs trembled. She almost collapsed to the desktop when the arm holding her shuddered.
“Brady. Please.” Her words hung in the air. She glanced down at him. His dark brown eyes stared up at her from between her legs. Desire heated his gaze. He flicked his tongue once, then sucked her clit. The room went black. Stars flashed in her peripheral. She came undone like fireworks.
When she floated back to Earth, back to the room, he pressed tender kisses to the insides of her thighs.
“So good, Princess.” He slid her legs off his shoulder and rose. His hard body towered over her again.
“Oh, my God.” That was all she could say. Her brain couldn’t formulate more advanced vocabulary.
He leaned in close to her ear. “I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to do that. How fucking long I’ve envisioned looking up at you while I made you come with my mouth. My tongue. It was spectacular. A fantasy come true.” Hints of her scent cascaded against her skin with each of his breaths.
“I’ve wanted it too.” She reached for him with one hand, gliding her fingers over the front of his pants to feel his erection straining.
He weaved his fingers through her tresses and pulled her head back. “I’m going to take you, Jane. Right here on the desk.” He brushed his lips over hers. Delicate. A contradiction to his words that followed. “I’m going to fill you until you cannot take any more of me. And then I’m going to give you more. I’m going to make you come all over my dick. Make you scream my name.”
“Yes.” She fumbled with the buckle of his belt, finally undoing it. Unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, she released his cock from behind his boxer briefs. The agonized sound Brady released when she wrapped her hand around him almost made her come again.
“Yes, Princess. That’s it. Stroke me.” His dirty talk spiked her desire. A lot of guys sounded absurd when they tried to talk like Christian Grey or Gideon Cross from her favorite romance novels. But Brady—dear Lord—he made her want to do whatever he requested.
He pumped his hips forward, fucking her hand. She dropped her gaze, mesmerized by his quick thrusts and the fact that her fingers barely made it all the way around him. He throbbed in her hand.
“Look at me. I want you to see what you do to me. What you’ve been doing to me for all these years.” He skimmed his hands up her arms and over her shoulders. Snagging the straps of her dress with his forefingers, he slid them down her arms until the front of her dress fell below her breasts. He flicked his thumb over each nipple and the touch zinged her in all the right places. “Your tits are perfect.”
No one had ever said that to her. She’d thought they were way too small. She hadn’t even needed a bra with her dress. But right now, the way Brady stared at her, the way he touched her, she felt like a goddess. Like the most beautiful woman in the world.
Breaking himself free of her grip, he bent to pull one of her nipples into his mouth. He sucked and licked one then the other, making her squirm on the desk despite having come just a few minutes earlier.
He stood, his dick bobbing between them. Yanking his wallet from his back pocket, he retrieved a condom and tossed the wallet on the floor. He ripped the packet open and sheathed his erection. His moves were so efficient, so quick, like something he’d practiced over and over. She pushed those thoughts out of her head. She didn’t want to think about any girls before her. It was just the two of them here. Now.
Brady hauled her to the very edge of the desk. He gripped his cock and rubbed it along her slit.
“Oh, my God.” She dropped her head back. The feel of him between her thighs pressed against her most private parts undid her. The electricity that pulsed under her skin, causing tremors throughout her whole body. She’d wanted him for so long. Fantasized about this moment forever.
“Head up.” He cupped the back of her head and lifted. “I want to see your face when I slide into you, Jane. I want to see if you have been waiting for this as long as I have.”
She met his gaze. His eyes blackened as he slipped the head of his penis inside her.
“Hmmm.” The feel of him breaching her had her nerve endings firing on all cylinders. Her skin tingled. Her heart pounded against her ribs.
His chest rose and fell in rapid succession like holding back from slamming into her took more exertion than sex itself.
“Fucking so tight.” He pushed an inch more. “Are you going to take all of me?”
Her eyes widened when he thrust a little further. “Y-yes. I think.”
“No thinking about it.” He pressed more into her. “Your body, your pussy was meant for me. You can take it all.” His words came out through gritted teeth.
She writhed. She was so full. So full of him. One more pump of his hips and he was fully seated in her.
