/> He knew how badly I wanted his mouth on mine. “Don’t break the rules,” he warned. He put his lips on my neck and sucked. Hard. When he pulled back, he chuckled. “I cannot tell you how unprofessional I think hickeys are.”
I tried to scramble off of him, but he held me tight.
“I’m joking,” he said, “I didn’t mark you. But I could do it other places.”
There was a pulsing ache in between my legs. How did he mean? A hickey somewhere else? Another spanking, maybe this one less playful than the last time? The room felt like it was a thousand degrees. It was dark, but the moon outside was full and bright, and he’d left the light on in the kitchen, which streamed in through the open bedroom doorway. His eyes were warm and intense as they searched my face.
“You’re going to hold back your orgasm because it’ll be better when I allow it. So, I need to know when you’re getting close.”
“You seem to be pretty aware already.” I was a little annoyed at how quickly he had command over my body.
“I want to push it a little further.” He leaned over to the side table and opened a drawer, retrieving a foil packet. “Green means go, yellow means you’re getting close, and red means stop because you’re right on the verge.”
“You want me to tell you to stop? Yes, that was a question, get over it.”
He tore open the condom wrapper and laughed. “It’s okay. Yeah, I’m trusting you to stop yourself. It’ll be worth it, I promise.” His hand moved between our bodies and he rolled the condom on. His hands were warm on my waist.
“I should probably tell you,” I said, “that I’ve already had more tonight than I’ve ever had, so . . . it might not happen for me.”
“I’m willing to try if you are.” He urged me down so I pressed against him. He was right at my entrance and so hard. God, I wanted him.
“Okay.” I swallowed a breath. Could I do this? “Green.”
He pushed inside me slowly, lowering me down onto him. Although I was already a little sore from earlier, it felt amazing.
“Yellow.” It came out breathless.
“You can’t just say yellow because it feels good.” He gave me a devious smile. “We haven’t started moving yet.”
Then, he started fucking me. I say that because even though I was on top, he was in complete control. He kept one hand on my hip and guided my pace, his eyes locked on mine, while his other hand cupped my breast. His thumb brushed over my nipple, and I arched my back into his touch, enjoying the sensation. I filled my hands with his head, running my fingers through his hair. It was so soft.
“Kiss me,” he demanded. How the hell could I say no to that?
The rock of our bodies together made our kiss spin out of control until it was aggressive and passionate, and I had to tear my lips away from him.
“Yellow,” I gasped. This time he knew it was a real warning.
If he slowed down any, I couldn’t tell. He had both hands on my breasts, squeezing them together and pressing me back enough so he could dip his head down to them and pull a nipple in his mouth. Oh shit, my nipple was like a hard knot and so sensitive I could feel every subtle caress of his tongue.
It came from me firmer this time. “Yellow, Logan.”
Heat was pouring through my body and electricity danced down my spine. So when he nipped at me and thrust hard, it left me with no choice.
“Fuck, red.”
All movement ceased and the only sounds were his steady breathing and my gasps. I sounded like I was drowning, and I felt that way, too. He pulled my face to his and kissed me. His tongue explored my mouth, inviting me to do the same. I did. When the kiss ended, he leaned back and grinned.
“Green?”
“Green,” I whispered against his lips.
Oh man, I was in trouble when his hips began to move again. I set my hands on his shoulders and fought him for control over the pace, but it didn’t really matter. As long as he was sliding in and out of me, it felt too good. I forced myself down on him and widened my knees so I could take him as deep as possible.
“Yellow,” he said, and I froze. A smile bloomed across my face, thrilled to learn this went both ways.
He let me ride him until I got to yellow, and then he took over again. He brought me all the way to red, where my thighs burned and my body begged for release. I didn’t ask for permission; I knew he’d say no. My legs felt like jelly when he helped me off of him and rolled me onto my back.
He was on top, my breasts flattened under his broad chest. I couldn’t believe this man, the one in the office a mere thirty feet from my desk, could be so damn good at what he was doing. I dragged my nails down his back the first time I got to red, and sank my teeth into his shoulder the second. It had been next to impossible to tell him red the last time, my body was clamoring for mutiny from my mind. He’d gotten to red for the first time and lifted himself up on his arms, his gaze on me beneath him. I watched the rise and fall of his chest.