She leaned back on his thighs, surprisingly immodest about the fact that she was half naked and Clay was staring hungrily at the breasts he’d just sucked on. She shivered as he slid his fingers out of her, and groaned softly as he purposely dragged the tips through her sensitive flesh.
As he held her gaze, he lifted his hand to his mouth and boldly licked and sucked her essence off his fingers. His eyes were hot and hungry like a wolf, and she knew that primal craving had nothing to do with food and everything to do with her.
“I want more,” he said, and it wasn’t a request but a demand.
Her body responded to that dark voice as if he had a direct connection to her sex. Clay, all alpha and dominant, obviously did it for her in a major way. Who knew she liked being bossed around? she mused.
She swallowed hard, because she wasn’t sure what, exactly, he was referring to. “More?”
He curled a hand around the nape of her neck, guided her head toward him, and she went oh-so-willingly. She was so easy when it came to him. At first, she thought he was going to kiss her, but those sinful lips bypassed hers and settled against her ear instead.
“I want to eat you out and fuck you with my tongue,” her murmured huskily.
A strangled sound caught in her throat, cutting off her ability to respond, and she felt her face heat in shock—even as a secret thrill spiraled through her.
He pulled back, saw the bright pink flush on her cheeks, and smirked. “You’re the one who wanted it so dirty, Cupcake, so don’t go all shy on me now,” he said in a soft, mocking tone.
“I just didn’t expect you to say something so…”
“Filthy?” he offered up as another devilish grin curved his full lips. “Consider it all part of me defiling you. Now sit up on the desk and spread your legs, unless you’ve changed your mind?”
She knew he was giving her an out, but her body was already humming in anticipation. She moved off his lap and perched her bottom on the edge of his desk. As he’d ordered, she opened her legs wide, but she instinctively smoothed the hem of her skirt down and over her thighs. Which was ridiculous considering what he’d just done to her. But it had been a long time since a man had been that up close and personal with her girly parts, and neither was she used to flaunting herself.
His thick, dark lashes fell half-mast as he moved his leather chair much, much closer. “You look so fucking hot with your breasts
on display, yet so prim and proper with your hands in your lap and your skirt covering you so demurely.”
He placed his palms on her knees and widened her legs even more. “Pull it up to your waist so I can see your bare pussy.”
Another command she was compelled to obey. She gradually drew the material up her thighs like a slow strip tease, her stomach tumbling as his I’m going to eat you up gaze dropped to the sacred place she was about to reveal. Biting her bottom lip and summoning a heavy dose of confidence, she finally gathered the hem around her waist.
His breathing deepened, and he licked his lips greedily as he stared at her sex. “Fuck,” he muttered, and pushed her hands out of the way. “Lean back so you can watch me as I devour you.”
She braced her hands behind her so that her upper body was still angled in a way that gave her an unobstructed view. The chair he was sitting on was the perfect height, and she watched as he lowered his dark head and placed a hot, open-mouthed kiss on the inside of her thigh, his glittering eyes cast upward to lock with hers.
She shivered and moaned, and her sex pulsed with renewed desire as he lazily made his way upward, sucking, biting, and licking her skin until he arrived at his destination. He lifted her thighs so they draped over his shoulders and framed his strong jaw and face, and the erotic sight made her nearly come undone.
He slid his hands up over her hips and splayed them on her lower belly, then skimmed his thumbs downward to her pouty, glistening lips, so soft and wet from her first orgasm. He spread her open, exposing her clit to his heated gaze, and when he dipped his head and rubbed the light stubble on his jaw against that still-sensitive bud of flesh, she closed her eyes as wicked, forbidden desire nearly wrecked her. The stimulation was too much…yet not enough.
“Watch me,” he demanded, and as soon as her heavy-lidded gaze met his again, he dove right in and set out to obliterate everything she thought she knew about oral sex.
Nothing had prepared her for this devastation of her senses, for being consumed and dominated and ravaged by a man who had no qualms about getting down and dirty. And messy. His open mouth was hot and hard on her, and she watched as his tongue slipped through her folds before spearing into her passage, so indecent and depraved and she loved it.
A soft cry broke free before she could catch it, and he relentlessly licked her again—a long, firm lap of his tongue that had her hips lifting to meet each teasing stroke that brought her precariously close to orgasm but stopped short of giving her what she so desperately needed.
“Clay…” she begged, her body on fire.
Another slow, torturous, swirling lick. “Is there something you want?” he muttered darkly, his breath so incredibly hot on her wet flesh.
He was going to make her ask for it, and she did. “I need to come. Please.”
Done playing with her, he latched on to her clit in earnest. His lips and tongue massaged the pleasure point with just the right amount of pressure and friction, and she reached down and twisted impatient fingers through his hair.
More, more, more, she silently chanted. Or maybe she said the words out loud, because he was sucking at her now, eating at her, and her head fell back as she rode his mouth and waves of the most sublime ecstasy shook her to the core, pleasure that never seemed to end. Until finally, the last tremor rumbled through her.
The one arm that was holding her up collapsed, and she lay back on the desk, her legs falling over the sides. She was vaguely aware of Clay frantically searching the desk drawers.
“Is everything okay?” she asked, her body still tingling.