He gripped her wrists. “Not so fast.”
“But I need it.”
It. Not him.It.She said she wanted him, but really she wanted escape from whatever was fucking with her head. It shouldn’t have stung, but it did. He kissed her harder, trying to get inside, but she was holding back. Not faking, but not showing. He needed more. That real girl in his bed who’d told him what she liked.
He nudged her backward, easing her back into her office chair. She sat down, pressing her palms to his thighs. “Do you want me to go down on you?”
Fuckingif only.“Nah, put your hands on the armrests.”
“Why?”
“Because if you don’t, I’m gonna tell the whole studio you came while I was fucking your tits.”
She blanched. “You will not.”
He opened the door and cleared his throat for effect.
Nicole clutched his thighs like a drowning kitten. “Okay! I’ll do it!”
“So do it,” he said, shutting the door. “Hands on the armrests.”
She did it and he reached across her, grabbing the roll of electrical tape on the desk. He pulled out a length, reveling in the sharp tearing sound.
“You can’t tape me!”
“That’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
“This top is expensive.”
“I’ll buy you a new one.”
She hesitated. “What if…what if someone walks in?”
“I’ll make sure they don’t.”
“Noah, you just can’t, okay?”
“Okay.” He circled the tape over her tits, making sure it bound tight enough to squeeze. For the first time since she’d walked through the door, Nicole looked like the girl sitting in his kitchen. She stared at the tape, and pressed her legs together. Turned on, but unwilling to admit it. Too fucking bad. She wanted ‘it’ so bad, she’d get it the way he wanted to give it. He looped the tape around her a few more times, until he was sure she wouldn’t be able to jerk away. She was breathing hard, red spots back on her cheeks. He turned the chair so she was facing him. “So.”
“So, what?”
He nudged her heels apart with his foot, spreading her legs as much as her tight skirt would allow. “How do you feel?”
“I…” The blush on her cheeks darkened. “What are you going to do to me?”
“What I feel like doing.” Noah flicked off the lights, plunging them into semi-darkness. Nicole didn’t say anything but he could practically hear her relief at not being observed. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock, maneuvering until it was comfortable. He was already hard but gave himself a couple of rough strokes.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
“You know what I’m doing.” With her free hand, he cupped the nape of her neck. “Still want to suck it?”
“Yes…but it’ll be hard in the chair.”
“Won’t be easy,” he agreed. He smoothed his hand up her neck and into her silky hair. “But you’ll try hard for me, won’t you?”
She shuddered slightly beneath his touch. “Yes.”
“Open your mouth.”