Page 42 of Bagging the Blueliner
“Hands on the glass,” Cal commanded, spinning me around.
He knew what he wanted, and he took it. When I hesitated, he gripped one hand, slamming it on the window, before repeating the process with the other.
For once, I wasn’t the one calling the shots, and it was liberating. Cal could have me any way he wanted.
“Keep them there,” he growled in my ear.
I was torn between obeying so he would reward me with whatever he had in mind and being contrary just to see how he would punish me. Curling my fingers against the glass, I tried to hold on as he gripped my hips, pulling them backward so I was bent over at a ninety-degree angle, ass out. Kicking my legs apart next, I felt exposed. It didn’t matter that my torso was covered in a too-large jersey.
I was at Cal’s mercy—willingly so.
His large body curled over mine, radiating heat. A finger traced the letters on the nameplate on my jersey—his jersey.
B. E. R. G.
“Do you know how dangerous it was to walk in here wearing this?”
Out of words, I shook my head.
“This is an open invitation to claim your body. You’re begging me to bury myself so deep inside you that I own you.”
My body trembled, and my knees threatened to buckle. Placing my forehead on the cool glass of the window did nothing to extinguish the raging inferno roaring in my blood.
Sliding down my body, he dropped to his knees behind me. His breath tickled the back of my bare thighs. I bit my lip as his hands skimmed from my ankles to my hips, lifting the hem of the jersey in question so my ass was on full display.
Gripping the sides of my lace thong, he gave a sharp tug, and a ripping sound rent the air before cool air met with the heated flesh between my legs. Arching my back, I pushed my ass out further, trying to entice him.
I was ready to explode, and he’d barely touched me.
“Please,” I begged.
“Who’s in charge here, Hannah?” His mouth moved a breath away from my pussy.
Everything inside me wanted to taunt him. Something in the back of my brain warned that if I did, he would end this. Cal wanted to own me. He’d said as much.
Fuck me. I wanted to let him.
Gritting my teeth and fighting my instincts to talk back, I forced out, “You are.”
“Right answer.”
The words were barely out of his mouth before his tongue drove through my flesh. Jerking at the sudden jolt of pleasure, Itried to get away. Cal was having none of that, gripping my hips painfully, holding me in place.
Teasing and tasting, he took his time feasting between my thighs. Tingles spread outward, threatening to overtake me. It was embarrassing how quickly he had me on the edge of release.
This.
This was what I had wanted.
A man who knew what he was doing.
A man who took what he wanted.
A man who played my body like a finely-tuned instrument.
All thoughts fled as an orgasm ripped through my body, shaking it violently. My legs gave out, but strong hands held me up, thumbs stroking my flushed skin as I came down from the intense high.
“Fuck,” I whispered when my mind cleared enough to speak.
