The protective feeling
In whatever way I could, I was just getting them all down. But in the middle of my next sentence, I was interrupted by a strange sound.
The door locking.
Bent over the sink, I froze, realizing that the nosy woman was gone, but I wasn’t alone, and considering the instant chill up my spine, I didn’t need to look to know who it was behind me.
Still, I tried.
But I caught barely his shirt in the reflection before he caught the nape of my neck and forced me back down.
With a yelp, I clattered back onto my elbows, my pen rolling away as I laid my palms flat on the cold marble. My heart hammered against it as I felt Iain circle his arm around my body, hastily undoing my button and zipper before yanking my denim shorts and panties just halfway down my thighs, keeping me tightly confined in their restraints.
The cold air had barely hit me before he spanked my ass.
Hard.
With a gasp, my eyes shot open, wide and watering as I stared at my parted lips in the reflection of the mirror. It was only inches from my face, and I watched my breath fog it up as I panted, waiting. Unblinking. My every sense was on high alert as I anticipated another brutal spank from Iain.
But I didn’t get it.
Instead, I got the sound of his belt buckle jangling.
Oh God. “Iain,” I breathed out when I felt the heat of his bare erection freeing behind me, inches from my naked pussy. Holding my breath, I flexed onto my toes, mouth parting wide as I felt the heat of his silky tip nudging against my already soaking wet opening. I held my breath, heart pounding as I waited to feel him tease me skin to skin.
But I got none of that before he shoved roughly inside me, immediately filling me to the hilt.
My hand slapped the mirror as a sharp cry caught in my throat. And with my palm pulsing against the glass, my mouth hung wide open, no sound of any kind coming out as Iain pinned my chest to marble, growling like an animal under his breath within his first few thrusts inside me.
They were measured but powerful, and so angry that they knocked out the breath I had held in my throat, forcing a moan to expel from my lips. But with that ragged sound, I was breathing again, fighting against his grip, wrestling under him as I tried desperately to stand up—to look in the mirror and see the face that went with those sounds of completely unrestrained pleasure panting from his mouth, because he was normally so managed, so controlled, and dammit, I’d earned those sounds.
But the effort was useless because he dominated me with ease, holding me down and fucking me as furiously as I knew he wanted to last night, pumping inside me till I stopped caring about anything but taking the pleasure.
It just felt so good.
And even better when he finally let out a full groan before growling in my ear.
“You have no idea,” he hissed, “how fucking ready I was to fly home last night.” His breathing was harsh, heavy, his murmurs slicing through the air. “To wait for you in your apartment, Holland,” his pace quickened inside me, “and fuck this pussy as soon as you walked into the door.”
I moaned through a wicked, open-mouthed smile, making him hiss as I told him that I would’ve been ready.
And within another few strokes, the room overflowed with our sounds.
His pleasure. My wetness. The rhythmic slapping of our skin on skin. It was like a chorus of filth as the air grew hot and thick, charged by our gasps and grunts and the constant jangling of his belt as he pounded into me without mercy.
I was weak by the time he reached around and found my clit, his fingers giving barely three strokes before my muscles were clenching helplessly around his shaft.
“Does that feel good?” Iain’s gruff voice was in my ear as he jerked me upright, his grip on my jaw. Arching my body taut against his chest, he ruthlessly fingered and fucked me, till I swore I had more than one orgasm barreling down my spine. All I could do was chant yes on repeat as he murmured in my ear, asking if I was going to come for him.
I was so ready to. I could’ve done it already. But with a little shift, I held off, because I could feel him getting close, his body stiffening behind me and his cock swelling so much harder inside me. His thrusts were short, harsh now, and I knew it was because he was waiting for me, refusing to finish till I did.
So I gave him a breathy push.
“Give me your cum, Iain, I want to feel it inside me.”
At the sound of those words, he hissed fuck, his hips flexing tightly. And with a final jerk, he groaned into my neck, emptying himself in long, hot spurts inside me as I came all over his cock.
I gasped at the overflow of sensation. The flood of heat spreading through me like wildfire. Falling onto my hands on the table, I felt Iain’s chest collapse on my back, and for the next fifteen seconds, we panted for breath, his face still buried in my neck and his cock still twitching inside me.