“Louder.” He fucked into me again, wrapping both hands around my neck, using that as support next as he leaned back and sped up his thrusts.
I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t be louder with him squeezing my neck. “Godrick.” It came out as a pathetic whisper.
“Fucking louder!” he yelled at me, nipping my neck and ear.
Everything started to blur together, the oncoming orgasm, the lack of air, how good he felt inside me, I felt like I was about to pass out.
“Godrick!” I doubled over, and it only caused his hold on my neck to tighten, but I didn’t care. He buried himself in my pussy and with a wild grunt as he pumped his scolding hot seed inside me. I felt it splash against my walls, every rope shooting further than the last.
He released my throat and the rush of air at the same time my orgasm hit me was sensation overload. I screamed at the top of my lungs and slammed my fist against the wall, falling limp the next second. Godrick caught me, turned around until his back was against the elevator, and slid down until he sat.
I was on his lap, both of us gasping for air. He was still inside me, cock still flexing along with the tremors of my own body, sucking his seed into the depths of my womb. “Oh god,” I mumbled, feeling feverish. I rubbed the skin around my neck and hissed. It was raw and tender, and I knew if I looked in the mirror, it would be red.
He kissed his way down my shoulder, and his damp forehead dropped to the back of my neck.
The elevator started to move again, and I jumped up so fast, he barely had time to catch me to tell me otherwise. His cock was half hard and drenched in the combination of our juices. A flood of his come left my pussy and started to run down my legs.
With shaking hands, I grabbed my bottoms off the elevator floor and tied each side to my hips. He tucked himself back in his swim trunks, and when he reached for me, the doors opened to my floor. “This cannot happen again. It can’t,” I said when panic started to bubble in my chest, in my mind. It took over. I ran from him, darting down the hall to get away from the man that clouded my judgement.
I needed to shower. I felt filthy but delicious, and at the same time, I didn’t want to bathe. I wanted to feel him between my legs all day.
What had I done? I just crossed a line we could never come back from because I knew if we had sex once, we’d have it again.
And again.
Until I would admit that I was his, and then what?
What would I do then?
Chapter Sixteen
Godrick
I checked my watch to see that it was five past nine and Lucy wasn’t here yet. I wasn’t a stickler when it came to time, but I wondered if she wasn’t going to come today because of what happened over the weekend.
We finally had sex.
Fucking finally. I felt like I had been waiting my entire life for that moment. A part of me hated that it was in an elevator, a dirty elevator, but it was hot and passionate. She had the tightest pussy I had ever felt. It was the best sex I had ever had, and when she ran away from me, telling me it couldn’t happen again…
I didn’t even take her seriously because I knew it would. No matter how much she fights it, we always end up together. And we always would. I wasn’t worried about it, but I needed her to see that we were meant to be together. She was skittish, but I had a good feeling that she’d come around. She just got scared, and I needed to be patient.
Checking my watch again, I groaned when only another two minutes had gone by. I leaned back in the chair and laced my hands behind my head, stretching. Maybe I should get to work. It would help me get my mind off her.
In the distance, thunder rolled and shook the window. A bad storm was coming, in more ways than one. Light rain pelted against the window, dribbling down the windows like tears. I blew out a breath before cracking my fingers and got to work. I checked my email, responded to a few future clients, took two meetings over the phone, and before I knew it, it was lunchtime.
My phone rang again, and I pressed the button on my Bluetooth earpiece. “Stoneridge here.”
“No, shit. Who else would I be calling?”
I rolled my eyes when I heard Haden’s voice and stood in front of the windows, looking out onto the beautiful Manhattan city. Traffic was bumper to bumper, yellow taxies in the hundreds it looked like. Why someone took a taxi in New York City, I’d never understood. Everyone knows the subway was the way to go. “What’s up, Haden?” I asked, checking my messages to see if she messaged back.
She had gotten better at not ignoring me. She might have run from me, but she did message me back over the weekend, which gave me more hope than I initially had.
“What’s up with me? What’s up with you? I haven’t spoken to you in forever.”
I had yet to tell him that I met someone. I didn’t know if he would believe me. It wasn’t often that I spoke about women or anyone I was interested in, so when I brought Lucy up, Haden would know it would be serious. “I…well…” I cleared my throat and grinned when her smile invaded my mind. “I met someone. Her name is Lucy.”
Silence.