Page 65 of Broken Roads
I nod as his mouth traces a burning path along my jaw and down the column of my throat. "Wanted you to look at me," I admit breathlessly. "Wanted you to want me."
His laugh is dark and full of promise. "Mission fucking accomplished, sunshine." His teeth graze my collarbone, drawing a whimper from deep in my throat. "Haven't thought about anything else all day. Just you. This dress. And what's underneath it."
In one fluid movement, he lifts me onto the edge of my desk. Papers scatter, a pen clatters to the floor, but neither of us cares. He steps between my parted thighs, his hands sliding up my bare legs, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
"These legs," he murmurs, squeezing just above my knees before his palms continue their upward journey. "Couldn't stop staring at them. Kept imagining them wrapped around me while I fuck you senseless."
His words send another flood of wetness between my thighs, my body responding to him on a level I've never experiencedbefore. I reach for him, fingers tangling in his hair to guide his mouth back to mine for another burning kiss.
"Bradley," I pant against his lips. "Touch me. Please."
His hands slide higher, fingers brushing against the edge of my underwear. "Here?" he asks, his voice rough with need. "Is this where you need me, sunshine?"
"Yes," I gasp, arching into his touch. "Please."
One finger traces the damp fabric between my legs, applying just enough pressure to make me squirm but not enough to give me what I need. "So wet already," he murmurs, sounding pleased. "Is all this for me?"
"Who else would it be for?" I pant.
His eyes darken further at my response, that possessive glint I'm recognizing making my breath catch. "Good answer."
Then he drops to his knees, pushes my dress up to my waist, and buries his face between my thighs. I cry out at the first hot stroke of his tongue through the thin cotton of my underwear.
"Been dreaming about tasting you," he growls against me, fingers hooking into the sides of my panties and tugging them down my legs. "Thinking about it for fucking weeks."
I kick the scrap of fabric away, spreading my thighs wider in blatant invitation. For a moment, he just stares, drinking in the sight of me exposed for him on my desk and the intensity of his gaze makes me feel more naked than I actually am.
"Beautiful," he whispers, more to himself than to me. Then his mouth is on me again, this time without barriers as his tongue slides through my wetness with devastating precision.
My head falls back, a broken sound escaping my throat as pleasure shoots through me like lightning. Gripping my thighs, he holds me open as he explores me with single-minded focus.
"Bradley," I gasp, one hand tangling in his hair. "That feels—"
He groans against me, the vibration adding another layer to the building pleasure. His tongue dips lower, teasing my entrance before returning to circle my clit.
I'm already embarrassingly close, tension coiling tight in my belly as his mouth works me with relentless skill. When he slides a finger inside me, curling it to hit that spot that makes my vision blur, I nearly come apart then and there.
But I want more. Want him inside me. Need to feel him stretching me, filling me completely.
"Bradley," I manage, tugging at his hair to pull his mouth away from me. "I need you inside me. Please."
He looks up at me from between my thighs. His lips are wet with evidence of my arousal and his eyes almost black with need. The sight nearly undoes me. His tongue flicks across his bottom lip as he straightens to stand in front of me.
Not wasting a single second, I reach for his belt, fumbling with the buckle in my haste. He helps me, our hands colliding as we work together to free him from the confines of his jeans. When my fingers finally wrap around him, hot and hard and impossibly thick, we both groan.
He positions himself at my entrance, the broad head of his cock sliding through my wetness, making us both shudder. Every nerve ending is on fire, my skin hypersensitive to his touch.
But underneath it all, a small slice of reality crashes back in. "Do you have a condom?"
Bradley freezes, his body going completely still. The hunger in his eyes dims slightly, replaced by something that looks like frustration mixed with disbelief. "Fuck," he mutters, his forehead dropping to rest against mine. "No. I don't."
My heart sinks even as my body continues to throb with need.
"I didn't come here intending to fuck you," he grumbles.
I arch an eyebrow, glancing pointedly at the chair wedged under the door handle. "Really?"
His laugh is low and rumbling, the sound vibrating through his chest. The movement pushes him slightly forward, and I feel the head of his cock slip just barely inside me. We both gasp at the contact, the sensation so intense it makes my vision blur.
