“Are you ready?” he asked.
Ready? Ready for –?
A sound of immense pleasure welled up from deep inside me when he withdrew and then slammed back into me, deeper than he’d been before. All of him touching me inside and out.
He fucked me, harder with each thrust until I couldn’t breathe. My legs shook, my eyes rolled back into my head. It’d never been like this before. My cries of pleasure swelled as my orgasm approached like a freight train. I had to put my hands flat on the glass again to steady myself as he drove into me.
“I’m going to . . . “ my panicked voice said. “Oh, shit . . .” I knew I was supposed to do something, but I couldn’t think what. The next thrust would be the one to get me there. That was all I could think of. But every thrust only took me higher.
“Yes, Evie,” he said. “Come for me.”
He pushed so deep inside me I screamed. At least, I think I did. My climax gripped me. It made my ears go deaf. My forehead was against the glass where beads of sweat had made it slippery. The muscles inside me flexed over and over again, and I rode the remainder of the orgasm out on him.
“No,” I heard him groan. “No. Fuck.” His hands were tight on me, clamping down on my waist. Who the hell was he talking to?
Himself. Because he was coming. Once he’d gone too far to pull himself back, he gave up fighting and pumped his dick in and out furiously, until his body seized.
“Fuck, Evie, fuck . . .”
The throbbing inside me was strong, a series of jerks followed by a rush of heat as he shot into me. The sensation was so unexpectedly hot, I quieted a moan and dragged a hand down the glass Titanic-style.
“I don’t remember . . .” I gasped, “. . . giving you permission.”
“Yeah, well, maybe don’t scream when you’re coming all over my cock.”
I turned to look over my shoulder at him. I don’t know where the playful words came from. “Hey, don’t blame me, asshole. It’s not my fault you don’t have any self-control.”
Genuine shock on his face morphed into a hard look, and I gasped. Oh, no. He pulled out of me suddenly. It had been a joke—
His hand came down so fast I heard the smack before I felt the sting of his fingers on the flesh of my backside. Heat all but incinerated me.
“I have plenty of control,” he whispered, rubbing where he’d just struck me. “Maybe I just won’t let you come anymore. Would you like that?”
I simultaneously felt relief and concern. He wasn’t mad about the asshole comment. In fact, he looked like he enjoyed it. But I absolutely believed he’d make good on his threat if he needed to.
“No, I wouldn’t,” I replied.
“I thought so.”
He helped me to stand up, the dress falling to my ankles. Feeling had returned to my body and now my feet screamed in protest. I put a hand on his shoulder to steady myself and bent a knee to undo the strap, but his arms went around my body and lifted me off of my feet. He carried me a few steps to the couch and set me down, bending on a knee so he could undo the tiny buckle holding the suffering shoe in place.
He had a weird, bashful look on his face. Guilt.
“What is it?”
“You wanted to take these off before we started and I didn’t let you.” When the shoe was slipped off, he rubbed the sensitive flesh beneath it gently, and went to the other one.
“You knew the shoes were hurting me?”
He nodded. “But doing it like that,” he gestured to where he’d pressed me against the glass, “we needed the extra height.”
I choked a laugh. “I’ll survive. You, on the other hand, broke one of your own rules.”
“I did. I have an idea for a consequence, if you want to hear it.” He scooped me up into his arms and lifted me from the couch, lumbering with me toward the bedroom.
“I’m all ears.” He set me in the center of the bed and stepped back, undoing the cuffs of his dress shirt.
“Since I couldn’t follow the rule, you don’t have to next time.”