Her fingers glide through my hair as she bends her head, rubbing the tip of her nose down the bridge of mine before she showers me with Eskimo kisses.
“Leather and Lace,” she whispers, a small smile blossoms across her pouty mouth and instantly I picture those lips around my cock. I grow hard, my dick straining against the zipper of my jeans painfully as her tongue traces her lower lip and her eyes travel mischievously around the empty clubhouse.
“Are we alone?”
“Cobra is floating around here somewhere,” I mutter, keeping my gaze pinned to her mouth.
“It’s been a while since you bent me over that desk in your room,” she teases.
“Never bent you over my desk, Lace, I fucked you right on top of it,” I growl, pulling back from her. I stand tall, towering over her as I brace my hands against the edge of the table and box her into my arms.
“You want to rewrite that scene too, girl?”
“I don’t know,” she says quietly, gnawing on her lip. “You’re looking kind of tired,” she goads, knowing exactly what buttons to push. When your girl is thirteen years younger than you, you make sure your stamina is on point. I take the beer bottle from her hand, set it down beside mine and in one quick motion I lift her over my shoulder.
“Not even a little, and you’re keeping the fucking boots on,” I order as I climb the stairs and my hands glide over her ass, squeezing it.
“Why do you think I wore them?” She taunts.
All my worries fade away, consumed by the feral need burning inside of me to be one with my girl. I open the door to my room, kick it closed, and as I walk us to my desk I try to remember the last time I stayed here, but for the life of me I can’t.
I gently set Lacey on top of the old wooden piece of furniture, grab one of her legs and extend it, resting the sole of her boot against my chest as I work the zipper down the leather covering her leg. She braces her hands on the edge of the desk as she watches me remove one boot and then the other. Clutching them in my fist I jerk my chin and eye the leggings she’s wearing.
“Undress for me, girl,” I coax. “Show me what you got.”
“What about the boots? I thought you wanted me to keep them on,” she says coyly, looping her thumbs under the waistband of her pants.
“Undress for me, girl,” I repeat, pulling out the chair in front of the desk flipping it over so I straddle the back of it. Still holding onto her boots, I prop my chin on the back of the chair and watch as she slides off the desk, peeling the pants off her legs.
“Goddamn, girl,” I groan as she kicks off her pants and spins around. Her lingerie game is on point as she shows off the little number she was hiding under her clothes. I watch as she grabs onto the desk, glancing over her shoulder as she bends over and gives me a view of the G-string tucked between the cheeks of her ass.
“Take it off,” I growl.
She turns around again, eyes on me as she pushes the lace down her legs.
“This what you want, Blackie?” She asks, her breath hitching as she leans against the desk.
“It’s a start,” I rasp, handing her the boots. “Now, girl, dress for me,” I say, swallowing as my dick rubs painfully against my jeans, begging to be free. I reach down and run my palm over myself as she extends one leg, slides her foot into the boot and works the leather over her calf. She’s got that gleam in her eyes, that look she gets when she’s feeling brazen.
That look that brings me to my fucking knees every goddamn time.
With one boot on, the other in her hand, she widens her legs, exposing her sleek pussy to me, teasing me, taunting me—fucking testing my control.
Careful, girl.
She snaps her legs shut, her thighs clench, and she closes her eyes for a moment before they open wide and she fixes me with a look.
Control still intact, hers teetering, she pulls on her other boot and quickly draws the zipper up her leg. Placing both hands on her knees, she opens and closes her legs as she peers at me through her eyelashes.
“Now what, Leather?”
I rise from the chair, reach behind me and pull my shirt over my head and toss it across the room. I shove the chair to the side as I unbutton my jeans, carefully unzipping them, all the while I keep my eyes on her beautiful face.
“Now, I fuck you, just as hard as the first time I had your legs spread on this desk. The only difference this time is you’ll be coming just as fucking hard as I do.” Kicking off my jeans I close my hand around my shaft. My cock twitches as I watch her lick her lips and her eyes dip below my waist.
I run my thumb over the head, wiping away the wetness from the tip as she reaches out and grabs a hold of my wrist. Tugging me toward her, she presses my wet thumb between her legs and grinds against me.
My control snaps and I stand between her legs. Taking a fistful of her hair I urge her head back and her body arches against me, dark eyes bore into mine.
“Wrap those legs around me, girl,” I rasp. “Dig those heels into my back,” I ground out.