Page 24 of Dance with the Devil
It incites him, and he snarls as he swats my hands away.
Fighting back makes it worse,I think.
I don’t think about the repercussions—I don’t think about how we’re going to look at each other tomorrow.
Instead, I give in to the feeling of his heavy, hard body over mine.
I give in to the danger, the excitement, the insane and crazy unknown of what’s happening.
Will he even remember this tomorrow?
A second later, he plunges his cock into me tip to root, and I cry out. It stings—and my toes curl at the delicious intrusion.
He pants and hisses, dipping his head so that I can’t see his face. His whole body shakes and shudders before he slowly pulls out and slams back in. This time, a low groan escapes his lips, but there’s a tinge of desperation in the tone. I run my hands along his bare back, and his skin is surprisingly smooth.He groans that same way again—almost pleadingly—so I keep going. On the third pass of my fingernails on his back, he takes one hand and grabs my jaw. Then, he presses his lips against mine.
We both moan as he kisses me, as his hips roll on top of me and he fucks me stupid.
What the fuck is happening?!
I tighten my legs around his waist, and he lets out a satisfied sigh against my lips, another shiver working through him as he closes his eyes. Pressing his tongue into my mouth, he works his hips into me, rolling them in a way only someone experienced can do. My hands wander to his hair, and I run my fingers through his silky strands. Like his skin, it’s surprisingly soft. I expected someone who’s as formidable and unyielding as him to feel like stone, but he’s warm and soft andkissing me…
My orgasm starts to sneak up on me, surprising me as I pant into his mouth. He kisses me harder—teeth clacking against mine as one of his hands comes between us.
“Fuck,” I rasp just as his thumb swipes over my clit.
He pulls back an inch so that our lips are barely grazing each other’s as he groans again, sounding supplicant and hoarse. His desperation pushes me over the edge, and I shatter around his cock. At the same time, Dr. Kincaid slows his thrusting, and then his body goes rigid as he empties inside of me. Hot spikes of cum hit my cervix, and I moan as he jerks on top of me. And just as quickly as he finishes, his whole body stiffens for an entirely different reason.
Fuck.
He woke up.
Without thinking, I let my body go limp and close my eyes.
He’s breathing heavily as he quickly pulls out of me—backing off of me with impressive speed and agility. I don’t move—I just stay there with my seeping cunt on display and my tank toppushed up slightly. He doesn’t move either—probably trying to assess what the actual fuck just happened.
It’s easier if I pretend to be asleep,I think.
I hear his breathing get more rapid, as if he’s starting to panic. I should tell him. We should talk about this. It’s not like he did it on purpose, and it’s not like I didn’t enjoy it, as fucked up as it is.
But just as I work up the courage to open my eyes, I hear him pull his pants up. Then he’s touching my feet… putting my underwear back on.
He drags the duvet over my body slowly and carefully, and then I hear him exit the bedroom.
He… left?
A few minutes after the door clicks closed, I sit up and look around.
Other than the warm pool of fluid between my legs, there’s no evidence that he was ever here.
Holding my breath, I place a hand around my neck where he had his hand earlier, wanting… more. Wantinghim.
I exhale, struggling to think clearly. My mind feels restless.
After what must be an hour, I throw the duvet off and walk to where I stepped out of my sleep shorts. Pulling them on, I walk out of the bedroom to the bathroom and try my hardest not to look over at the cot where Dr. Kincaid has been sleeping. From my peripheral I can see his form laying down on his back.
Is he asleep?
Just as I walk into the bathroom, I turn around and shut the door slowly, eyeing my boss.
