Page 85 of Fall Apart

“What were you reading?” I ask, standing behind him, between the chair and the fire, looping my arms around his neck.

He grabs my hands, kisses my wrists and splays my fingers out over his broad, warm chest. “Nothing too exciting. Mostly just killing time waiting for you to get back.”

He leans his head back enough for me to look into his eyes. His fierce green eyes that always have that hungry look and take my breath away each time. It’s almost enough to make me want to tell him I’m taking the job here, right now. But I want to take care of some things in the office first and make it official with HR tomorrow.

I drop my head, bringing our lips together, palming the sides of his face in a short kiss. “Good, because I would be pissed if you were reading something fun without me.” I stand, slowly walking around the chair, tracing my finger down his shoulder, until I’m in front of him. “And I’m glad you’re up, I wanted to spend some time with you tonight.”

I step forward, bringing my knees onto the chair on either side of his broad thighs, settling myself down into his lap. He groans as I put my weight down against his stiff length. He’s already so hard I can feel him even through his thick sweatpants. I give him a playful smirk. “Looks like you wanted to spend some time with me too.”

His teeth dig into his bottom lip as his eyes run up from my bare legs to the hem of my dress and over my breasts. “I’d spend every second of every day with you if I could.” He leans forward, pressing kiss after kiss to my neck, his big, rough hands running up my thighs sending shivers up my spine and heat to my already aching core.

His hands run higher up my thighs and his lips meet mine. I open my mouth for him and his tongue finds mine. I feel his hands stop when he reaches my hips. He pulls away from the kiss just enough to whisper. “Did you forget to wear panties to dinner, princess?”

“I’m notthatwild.” I nip playfully at his bottom lip. “I took them off before I came inside - told you I wanted to spend some time with you tonight.”

“Fuck me,” he says through a strangled breath.

I grind myself down onto his lap, making him groan through his gritted teeth. “Take my dress off already.”

He wastes no time in running his hands further up my hips, under my dress, along my ribs and over my bra until the dress is lying on the floor. His eyes snag on my breasts, covered in my favorite lacy bra. “Were you planning this?”

His eyes rake over my body again. Between the heat from the fireplace and his scorching gaze, I feel emboldened. He never fails to make me feel special, like I’m the only thing in his world. Like he wants me, exactly how I am.

I bite my lip and nod back at him, leaning forward to loop my arms around his neck. “Now what are we going to do about these pants?” I flick my eyes down to where I’m grinding against his erection.

“You’re so damn wet, princess.” He brings his lips to mine for a brief kiss. “I can already feel you even with these damn pants on. So do you want me to fuck you here or in bed? Because I know you’re ready for me.”

I lean forward, bringing my lips to his ear, savoring the feeling of his stubble against my heated cheeks. “Take the pants off and find out.”

He lifts me up off of his lap with one burly arm, sliding his pants down with the other and kicking them away. I sit back down, instantly feeling his hard, throbbing length against my wet heat. Instinctively, I grind myself up and down along his shaft, loving every second of the feeling against my swollen clit. I feel that knot of tension low in my stomach, the one it seems like he’s always tying and untying.

He leans toward me, pressing our chests together. “You’re already close and I’m not even inside you.” His low, husky voice only builds every sensations even higher. He just pushes my buttons so easily, so quickly and I’m already needy for him. He must sense it because he rocks his hips into me, giving me that friction I’m desperate for.

“Fuck. Yes. I’m so close.” I pant against his neck, holding him tighter.

“Good,” he praises softly into my ear. “My cock is your toy tonight. However you need it. Grind on it, ride it, sit on it. However you need me, because I'm all yours, Lizzy.”

I’m so close, so ready to give in. His praises fill that spot in me that no one ever has.

But then again, I’m me.

I bring my lips to his ear. “But does it vibrate?”

I hear a low laugh rumble from his chest when he grips my hips tightly. He pulls me against his length while thrusting his hips up into me. In an instant, I feel the pressure and the friction I need, grinding myself against him. I feel each pulsing vein of his cock dragging along my clit and the warmth of his body against mine. All of the blissfully overwhelming sensations unleash that knot of tension into a wave of pleasure as I fall apart in his lap, coming so hard I see stars.

I collapse into his chest when he whispers into my ear. “No. But it does that.” He kisses me just under the shell of my ear, sending a shiver through my body. “Brat.”

“Fuck you, Clay.” I whimper into his neck, not meaning the words while I nuzzle his collar bone.

My head stays pressed against his warm neck while his big hands cup my ass, lifting me off his lap. I suddenly miss the warmth of his body against mine, the friction, the closeness to him.

He breathes against my neck. “It does this too.” I feel him notch himself at my entrance. Before I can prepare myself, he quickly lowers me back down on to his length, impaling me with his cock still soaked with my wetness. In a second, I feel every sweet, delicious inch of him invade me, fill me, and stretch me.

I gasp into his neck, still sensitive from my own orgasm.

“You didn’t think you could sit in my lap without panties and not get this dick now, did you?” His voice is low and raspy against myneck. A whimper of a laugh escapes my lips between panted breaths. “That's what I thought.”

He grips my ass harder, guiding me up and down on him, stretching and making me feel full like only he can.

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