Page 11 of Tiebreaker

The click of a door sends fear crawling up my spine.

“Thank fuck. Hello,” a voice says, and I don't even have time to turn around. Arms encircle me, fingers spread wide and running up my thighs. The body behind me is rock hard as I'm tugged back into him.

And he towers over me.

Kai Brooks.

He’s treating me like I’m his property three seconds after entering the room.

“Wait-” I say. I’m not sure what he's been told. I’m not sure what he thinks that I'm here for.

“I can’t,” he growls. That smoky voice. The one from the coffee shop.

It really is him. He pins me up against the door in front of me. And I cry out my cheek pressing into the cold painted metal.

“Just like that,” he says, “make that noise again. His fingers dig into my thighs. And I panic. But it doesn't stop the warmth from swelling up inside of me. It’s an old, familiar feeling, the same paths worn down by past lovers and it’s not just warmth, it’s heat… heat that demands satisfaction.

“No you don't understand,” I say. He's breathing heavily into my ear and I can feel how hard he is against my ass. I reach back to push him, to claw him, to do something.

And I snag my fingers in the soft jersey cotton of his t shirt. I tug at it weakly. For some reason my throat’s not working and all that comes out of my mouth is a pathetic little whine.

“That's right,” he growls, “come on, make that sound again, you know I like it. She told you right, she told you I like it loud.” His hand comes up and claps over my mouth. “I want to hear you, around my fingers.” His words drop an octave. “I want to hear you as I make you come on my fingers.”

That’s so… filthily hot. Part of me is disgusted and wants to scream at him but the overwhelming majority of me is just going with it, in a dreamy, already-aroused state that doesn’t make any sense.

The dress is no protection at all. His thigh slips between mine, knocking my knees apart. My eyes slide shut. I shouldn't want this but I do. There's something about it that sets off a fire inside of me.

It's so fast. And so wrong and I've not even ever said anything close to the wordyes. But my hips rock back when his fingers graze over my pussy through my panties.

And I can't help it. I moan, and he makes a noise in response like he's starving for me. It’s a low growl that rolls up his throat, vibrating against my back. His mouth finds the side of my neck.

He shoves aside my underwear, two fingers slipping inside me with no prep and no warning.

My body jerks and I cry out, my lips wet against the palm of his hand.

“You're just as tight as I thought you'd be,” he says into my neck. “I thought about bending you right over that counter at the coffee shop. Fucking you're right there in front of everybody. So fucking glad you came. Now I'm gonna make you come.” His fingers over my mouth part enough for me to gasp between them. And I could tell him to stop if I wanted to, but I don't.

My body shudders instead, waves of arousal growing as his fingers pump in and out of me. It's not two minutes before I'm soaking wet as he hooks his fingers forward, pressing them right against my G-spot.

Before I can even catch my breath I'm coming so hard that I'm screaming. His fingers press harder into me, thumb finding my clip, and it burns, it feels so good, so intense. My legs start shaking. He bites down into my neck. Not hard enough to break the skin. But it's a move of ownership. He's saying it without saying it. I'm his.

“That's it, baby,” he murmurs, fingers buried deep inside my pussy, cupping it with his hand, and holding me against the door. “That's what we both needed, isn't it, you to come all over my hand. I always take care of my woman,” he says, his other hand leaving my mouth. And suddenly I can breathe easily. And… I can tell him. Tell him to stop.

Instead I hear the sound of a zipper undoing and the rustle of his jeans falling around his hips.

“I got this,” he promises me.

Everything is reduced to pinpoint sensations.

The crinkle of a condom wrapper. Just behind my ear. Him adjusting me against the door. The wet stroke of his hand over his cock.

It's happening.

The first slide of him inside me lights me up and terrifies me.

“No, no, please,” I say; he's so big. He's stretching me to my limits. And when he gets his hands around my hips and starts thrusting his knees bracketing inside of mine, I can't speak. The only noise I make is the rush of breath over my lips as I pant, wetly.

Oh god, oh god oh god.

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