Briggs (Carolina Reapers 7)

Still, I held out.

His fingers tangled in my hair, tugging my head back slightly as he stepped up behind me. “You’re used to being in control, Bristol,” he said, his warm breath sending shivers all along my skin. “But here?” He gently nudged apart my ankles, spreading my legs a little wider where we stood in front of that wall of glass, my spine to his chest. “I’m in control.”

I arched my hips back, teasing his hard length with my ass. “Is that right?” I asked, breathless from our little game that had me as taut as a string about to snap.

He tugged my hair again, the bite of pain sending tendrils of pleasure soaring through my body. His free hand traveled down my back, over the swell of my ass, and between my thighs. “You’re drenched for me,” he said, sliding his fingers through my slit. “I’d say that’s right.”

I leaned into the touch, trying like hell to get those fingers inside me, but he pulled away. I moaned when he released my hair and palmed both my breasts beneath the jersey, rolling my nipples over the lace of my bra until they were pert.

I reached behind me, needing to touch him, feel him—

He grabbed my wrists and planted my palms on the glass. “Do you have to battle me at every turn?” he growled.

“You like it,” I fired back, but I kept my hands right where they were.

He slowly released my wrists, and only when he was satisfied that I wasn’t about to drop them did he smooth his fingers over my breasts again. Then lower, gliding over my stomach, my hips until—

“Oh, God,” I moaned when he slipped two fingers inside me. The heat from his body behind me, coupled with his slow, agonizing pumps with his fingers, had me shaking.

“You’re so tight,” he said, increasing his pace. “So wet.” He hissed. “Fuck, Bristol, you’re already right there.”

“Please,” I begged again. Cormac was holding me on that sweet edge, dragging out the moment until I was sure I’d combust if he didn’t push me over.

He pumped me with his fingers again, his thumb circling over that bundle of nerves while his free hand palmed my breast. “You want this?” He nipped at my neck, his words at my ear.

“Yes.”

“You want me?” He increased the pressure, and the breath caught in my lungs.

“Only you.” The words left my lips with a tight breath.

He pressed down with his thumb at the same time he pumped inside me harder, and I flew apart, my body arching and curling into that touch through the throes of my orgasm. I was still trembling, still seeing stars, when he withdrew his fingers.

“Cormac,” I protested, but my pleas were cut off when he thrust inside me from behind, his hard cock slamming home right where his fingers had been. “God, yes!” I screamed, my palms still on that glass. I smacked it with one, moaning as he sank into the hilt. “Harder,” I demanded.

Cormac shifted, gripping my hip with one hand, and brought his arm around my chest with the other. Holding my back to his chest, rendering me completely at the mercy of his movements.

“Like this, Duchess?” he breathed into my ear, pumping inside me with hard, long strokes that were enough to make me scream.

“Yes! Cormac, fuck. Just like that.”

He slowed down, and I groaned. “Trust me to be in control?” he whispered the question, and I nodded.

He pulled all the way out, slow and torturous like a match dragging along a rough strip. Then he slammed home, his hand moving from my chest to gently grip my neck as he thrust in again, this time harder.

And harder.

Slow.

Fierce.

Each thrust pushing me closer and closer to the fucking moon. Everything inside me narrowed to his calculated movements, to the fingers on my neck, to the way he gripped my hip, to the way his hard length filled every inch of me so much I couldn’t breathe from wanting him.

More. More. More.

Each time he struck home, I pressed against that cool glass, the city at night spread before me, the lights bursting in my eyes like stars.

His. I was his. In this moment, the next, he owned every inch of me, body and soul.

“Cormac,” I pled as the fire inside me ratcheted up so much I didn’t think I could handle any more.

He dropped his hand from my hip, plunging it between my thighs as he unleashed himself on me. The grip at my neck intensified as he pounded into me so fast and hard I came, bursting into a thousand sparks of light.

But he was relentless, rolling his fingers over that sensitive bundle of nerves while he drove into me over and over again. Pushing one orgasm into the next. Until my body shook from the pleasure, until I was slick with sweat and my voice was hoarse from screaming his name. Until he hardened inside me to the nth degree, and he dropped his lips to my neck, gently biting me there as he found his release inside me.