Page 43 of Riptide

“Fuck,” he drawls, voice hoarse, his head tipping back against the desk, exposing his throat again.

I want to mark him.

I want to ruin him.

Instead, I grind harder against him, the friction so fucking hot and maddening that my breath turns rough, my restraint hanging by a thread.

Finn releases a strangled whimper as his thighs clench around me, his nails biting into my waist. “Don’t you have any kinks I can exploit?”

“Maybe,” I whisper against his jaw, biting down because I can’t hold it back anymore. “Maybe I like shutting up mouthy little brats who get me harder than I’ve ever been in my life.”

Finn’s head snaps up, eyes sparkling with mirth. The look on his face could end me. It’s unadulterated lust swirling inside the bluest depths I’ve ever seen.

“Knew it,” he taunts, that rasp edgier than it was a minute ago.

I press my hand flat against his chest, right over his heart, and it responds to my touch immediately, with one hard, staggering thump throwing itself into my palm. Then another, and another. His body can’t hide a single thing from me. I hold there keeping him caught in my gaze.

“I like that thought.” I continue, dragging my thumb over his sternum, then I curl my fingers into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer. “You. Quiet.”

He lets out a low breath, his thighs tightening around me.

“You don’t want me quiet. You want me moaning your name just like I moaned it when I jerked off to the dick pic you sent me.” His face transforms into a devious grin while I know my jaw is already ticking. “Yeah, that’s right. I’m not gonna forget that you broke a rule for me. The fact that I seem to affect you as much as you affect me? That drives you fucking crazy, doesn’t it?” He groans uncontrollably loud, the sound vibrating in his chest.

He’s right. I did break a rule. I barely thought twice about sending him a picture of my dick after making a point about him about sending me one when we first spoke on the app. Call it lust drunk, hazy hookup fog, what the fuck ever. The only thing racing through my mind was that I wanted him, and I wanted to know thatIwas the one he thought of when he touched himself.

“So if anyone has an obsession here, it’s you. Sending me that picture sent a message that you want to be in control of what I think of when I jack off.” Fuck, it’s like he reads my mind, and that’s something I’m not going to dwell on right now.

I let my body take over, thrusting harder, feeling the way our cocks press together through fabric. It’s not enough, but he feels so good all the same. “I like control, but you already knew that, and I think you like it.” I flip him over in a second, pressing his hips to the desk, my body flush against his back, lips ghosting along the curve of his neck.

His fingers splay against the wood, barely holding himself up. I slide my hands down his sides, gripping his hips, pulling him back into my painfully hard cock. “You want to fuck me, Foxx?” he pants.

My mouth hangs open against his hot skin, unable to answer, and when he tries to top from the bottom and move against me, I groan. Such a little brat. “Oh, I’m gonna fuck you,” I growl, my hands smoothing up his stomach, over his chest, up to his throat. “I’m gonna fill you up with my cum and have you begging for more.”

“Please,” he grits out, and the desperation lacing his words almost frays at my resolve. But when he tries to push back against me again, I snap out of it and hold him still.

“But you don’t get to decidewhenI fuck you,” I breathe against him, my hand slipping lower, teasing, stroking, but not quite giving him what he wants.

Finn groans, frustrated and needy, but I just smirk against his throat.

“I’ll have you exactly how I want you, exactly when I decide.”

He whimpers.

“Until then…” I murmur, slipping my hand down into his sweatpants, wrapping my fingers around his cock, jerking him slowly. He’s already slick as I pump my hand once, twice.

“You’re gonna come like this, right fucking now. And then you’re gonna go home.”

Finn gasps as I move up and down relentlessly, hungry for his release.

Within the next few seconds, his entire body shudders against me as he spills over my hand. His fingers scrunch into papers beneath him as he fucks into my palm hard, once, twice, with grunts that echo in my office, chasing the last few thrusts of his orgasm.

And watching him like this, I’m done for.

I curse under my breath as the pressure finally crescendos, my cock pulsing, pleasure ripping through me, spilling into my pants as Finn’s release is slick and warm in my hand, both of us completely spent.

Well, fuck.

Chapter nineteen

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