My eyes closed, a curse leaving my parted lips.
I felt her hands trail up my legs, her touch gentle but determined, sending more blood straight to my dick. Making me pulse with anticipation.
“Adalyn,” I repeated, as a prayer more than a warning this time. I opened my eyes to her, staring at the growing bulge tenting my track pants. Fuck. I was so hard, and she hadn’t even… “Are you going to touch me, love?” I asked her, hearing my voice crack.
Adalyn bit her bottom lip. In thought. Lust. She gave me a quick nod, but took her time to move her hands. I groaned, impatient, the sound making her smile. Her palms finally moved, and she slipped her fingers under the bottom hem of my hoodie. She latched on to the waistband of my pants.
She tugged.
“Tell me,” I told her, hearing my voice crack with need. God, I wanted her. Now. I’ve wanted her for days now. Weeks. “Tell me what you’ll do to me and I’ll lift my hips.”
“I…” She looked up, meeting my gaze. Good grief. Stunning, incredible woman, kneeling between my legs. “I want to be sexy. To be seen like this, by you. I’ve been planning this moment all day in my head. I want to pull these down and…” Her eyelids fluttered closed for a brief second. “Take you in my mouth. I want to make you feel like you made me feel that night. But I—” She shook her head. “I’m losing my nerve. I don’t know how to be in charge in this scenario. I’d much rather you…”
She didn’t need to finish that statement.
I looked into her eyes one more second, baring all my need, letting it out to play on my face. “Take me out,” I told her, my words nothing but a snarl. “You’re safe to show me what you want to do, but I’ll help.” Her gaze dipped down, and I lifted my hips. The large outline of my dick pressed against the fabric. “Fuck,” I rasped at the sight. Adalyn’s grasp on the waistband tightened but she didn’t move her hands. “I’ve never been this hard in my life, love. Will you do something about it?”
Breath caught in Adalyn’s throat and her hands moved, hovering in the air for a second. Hesitant. Telling me she wanted me to guide her through this. To encourage her. To—her fingers grazed me through the fabric of the joggers. I groaned. Deep and guttural and full of need.
She finally pulled the pants down, freeing me of one of the two layers separating her from me.
I knew exactly how long I’d last on this chair.
“You have two minutes to play with me,” I told her, unable to stop my hips from thrusting up into her grip. Her hand grasped my cock in response, giving me one slow stroke through the fabric. It wasn’t enough. “Boxers,” I growled. “Now, please.”
In one motion, my underwear was down and my dick was springing free before resting against my stomach.
“I’ve been thinking of this,” Adalyn said, her soft confession bringing me back to earth for an instant. Something inside of me yielded at her words. Her gaze met mine. “I think I’ve wanted you for a long time now, Cameron.”
The arms of the chair creaked under the tightening grip of my hands. “Stroke me, then.” I expelled all the air in my lungs through my nose. “Suck me or lick me or torture me any way you want. Do it now, before I break.”
Curiosity mixed in with need in the brown of her eyes, spurring my own desire on. And before I knew what was hitting me, her palms were around my cock, skin against skin, and she was giving me one hard stroke.
My eyes fell shut, my whole body jumping on the chair. “Harder,” I told her. Demanded. Begged. Adalyn complied, both hands engulfing me again. Moving head to root. “Just like that,” I encouraged her. She stroked me again. “Make me beg, darling. Make me hurt for more.”
I sensed her move between my legs, coming closer, leaning further into me, and when her strokes ceased, I knew what was going to come. My eyes opened, zeroing in on that beautiful mouth of hers as it closed around my cock.
Fuck. Jesus Christ. God. I’d never prayed this hard in my life but Christ. I’d venerate her mouth. This woman. Her heart. My hips thrust upward, pushing further into her mouth. Adalyn moaned around me and I—I couldn’t be gentle, I was on my breaking point. I was going to burst. “Three sucks,” I gritted between my teeth. “That’s all you get.”
Adalyn moved her head up and down a second time, and when a moan climbed up her throat and fell against my dick something in me snapped.
“I lied,” I said, my hands moved to her head, and I gently but firmly lifted her off me. Her lips were cherry red and her cheeks blushed with the most beautiful pink to date. “Stunning, beautiful, gorgeous woman,” I murmured, making her look at me in a way she never had before. My heart raced in my chest, drumming along the pulse making my blood thrum. “You win, love. You do. You have.”
Before she could say a word, I snatched her wrists, and pulled us both up. Then, I swirled her around.
“Hands on the desk,” I told her, my voice barely a growl. She complied, and when her palms hit the wooden surface, I moved over her. “That’s a good girl,” I said against her ear. “This is going to be fast.”
“I don’t want fast,” she all but whimpered. My hands moved to her front, my fingers closing around the fabric of her blouse. “I want… I want…”
“This fucking thing has been driving me insane,” I confessed, pulling at the fists of silky material. “It has snuck into my dreams,” I whispered against the skin of the back of her neck. “That’s how much I’ve wanted to rip all these buttons off. How much I’ve thought of what you hide underneath.”
Those beautiful breasts. That smooth skin. That precious heart.
Her body shook under mine, and her hips pushed back, her ass pressing against my hard length. “Yes. To all of that.”
I pulled her blouse apart, making those tiny buttons burst and fly. “Fuck. Fuck.” Without losing a single second, I brought her body to mine, arching her back, just so I could have a goddamn look at her. Glorious, beautiful lace covered her breasts. Lavender. “My fantasies didn’t live up to this. To what a stunning woman you are.”
“Cameron?” My name toppled off her lips in a whine. But my hands were busy moving up, my palms trailing over her skin, fingers reaching her breasts and closing possessively around them. Her eyes fluttered closed. “Make us feel good.”
Us.
I was tipped over the edge.
An incomprehensible sound left my mouth, and I returned her hands to the desk, curving my body over hers. I unzipped her jeans, pushed my hand in, and encountered more of that lace. Making sure I’d touched her only over her panties—or I’d really fucking lose my mind—I trailed my fingers over her folds. “My Adalyn, so wet and perfect.”
Adalyn spasmed beneath me, and my hips thrusted against her ass.
I moved my fingers, exerting pressure when I reached the top, then drawing circles over her clit.
“Out there,” I told her, bringing my other hand to my cock and stroking myself as I stroked her. “You can boss me around. Say the word and I’ll obey. You have me wrapped right around your finger.” I felt her grow restless under my rough touch, the fabric of her panties now drenched. I tunneled into my fist, helplessly pressing my hips into her. “But behind closed doors?” I released us both, turned her around and all but shoved her onto the desk. I moved into her, fitting myself between her open legs. “In here,” I told her, meeting her gaze. I pumped myself into my fist, my knuckles pressing against her folds. We both bit back a groan when my cock grazed her drenched panties. “In here, it’s me who’s in charge.”
Her lips parted with a whimper that I knew was a yes. A please. A confirmation. A green light. And when I resumed moving, jerking into her as I stroked us both, her arms moved around my neck.
“Cameron,” she said, voice beautifully broken.