He began to move, his erection pumping short and fast at first, then sliding all the way out of me. I felt suddenly empty after that forceful entry, but I didn’t feel that way for long. He shoved back inside of me, hitting the back of me all over again and whether I intended to or not, I groaned in pleasure.
“That’s it,” he growled at me and I saw that his gaze was fixated on my breasts. “I like women with big tits and you’ve got fucking nice ones. Guess I should be grateful you’re a hot momma.”
I bit my lip to keep from responding, because I was half afraid I’d tell him I liked his dirty words. I liked the fact that he was talking while he was screwing my brains out on his desk in the back of a diner.
His hand reached up to grab my bra. I realized what he was going to do and made a move to stop him—the only move I’d really made since this started. “No. I want my bra intact when I walk out of here.”
He laughed a little, the sound sending pleasant vibrations down my body where we were connected, then said, “All right. Then take it off.”
Gritting my teeth, I lifted off the desk just enough so I could reach behind my back and undo the clasp. It took some wiggling and Ethan was content to watch as I struggled rather than help me out, but I managed to slide the bra off. I set it off to the side, then his pace started up again and I swore it was twice as hard.
His thrusts became harder, faster, the sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the room. He grunted above me, taking what he wanted from my body and enjoying every second of it. The problem was, I was enjoying it, too. More than I should have been.
Unwilling to watch his expression as he looked down at my exposed body, I let my head fall to the side. But that was a mistake, too, because then I caught sight of Louis standing at the door. His dark eyes were fixed on us, watching as his boss pumped into me. He seemed completely unperturbed by this whole thing and while I was horrified…I also found I liked it a little.
He was watching us. Watching me as I was fucked into oblivion. And while he remained motionless—except for his eyes, which moved with us—I thought his slacks looked a little tight. He was enjoying this, too.
Jerking my gaze away, I caught sight of Ethan again. He was staring down at me hungrily, his eyes wild with lust, his skin flushed with exertion and arousal. “Fuck, you’re a pretty little thing,” he said to me in a strained voice. “All softness and curves. Perfect to hold on to.”
But he’s not holding on to me, I thought a split second before he said, “So fucking hold on.”
I opened my mouth to ask him what he meant, but a loud groan escaped my lips instead. It should have embarrassed me, but I was too far gone, lost in his thrusting hips and the way his hardness stretched me open.
“Grab your tits,” he ordered me. “Squeeze ‘em for me.”
I didn’t even bother fighting or ignoring his order. Instead, my hands reached up and fondled my breasts. I squeezed them as he asked, flesh spilling out of my hands which were too small to really hold them.
He groaned. “That’s it. Now pinch your nipples.”
I grabbed my own nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, rolling them until they were hard pebbles, then I pinched.
He hummed appreciatively. “Good. Now move lower.”
I licked my lips, then let my right hand slide away from my breast, down over my ribs. Pausing there, I waited for the next order. I knew it would come.
“Lower,” he demanded at the same time he shoved his entire length into my body. I cried out and he groaned. “Lower!” he told me again, forcibly.
I moved my hand down to my navel.
“Lower.”
I swallowed. His voice had become little more than a deep growl, a rumble in his sculpted chest. My hand shook as I let it slide over my mound. I left it there between our bodies, not quite touching his throbbing cock as it continued to piston into my body.
But that wasn’t low enough for him and as he grinned down at me wickedly, it finally clicked what he wanted. “Touch your clit until you come.”
I opened my mouth to protest. It was one thing to make me do this, but that didn’t mean I had to come.
His grin widened—the devil’s own smile. “Do it or I’ll fuck you until you’re raw. I’ll come and you’ll just have to stay here until I’m hard and ready again. I’ll use your body over and over until you finally give in and lose yourself while I’m inside of you. I don’t care how you want to do this. I’ll get what I want one way or another. And what I want is for you to come.”