Page 69 of Dial L for Lawyer
He grins up at me, gorgeous and wild, every muscle in his arms flexing as his hands ride up my hips to splay across my waist. I have the urge to tease, but the second his thumb strokes circles just under my breast, all pretense evaporates. I want him. There's no cleverness left, no walls, only the ache and the need and the absolute clarity that I will never want anyone else like this.
"Funny," he groans as I stroke him slowly. "I was just thinking the same about you."
"Liar." But I'm smiling as I lower my mouth to him, running my tongue along the underside before taking him deep.
"Fuck!" His hips buck up.
"Stay still," I warn, pulling back to look at him. "Or I stop."
"If you stop, I take control again. Either way, I win."
"That's true," I concede, and then I go down on him in earnest, taking him as deep as I can. I let my tongue do the heavy lifting because, honestly, I want to hear him lose control. I want to see all that lawyerly composure burn off in the heat of my mouth.
He's panting, knees flexing, and when I look up and lock eyes with him, something in my chest expands, greedy and brave and hungry all at once. He braces one hand on the back of my neck, careful but insistent.
"Jesus, Serena—" he groans, and the cursing turns me on so much I almost come again just from knowing I'm doing this to him.
"Serena, fuck, I'm going to?—"
I pull off with a pop. "Not yet."
"You're fucking evil."
"You love it." I climb back up his body, my dress bunched around my waist, the corset still somehow in place but barely containing my breasts. "Tell me you love it."
"I love it," he says immediately, hands sliding up my thighs. "I love how you take control. Love your mouth. Love how wet you are."
I position myself over him, teasing us both by sliding my wetness along his length without taking him inside. "What else?"
"Christ, Serena, please?—"
"What. Else."
His hands grip my hips hard enough to leave marks. "I love how you taste. How you sound when you come. How you look right now, about to ride me."
"Good answer." I sink down onto him in one smooth motion, taking him to the hilt.
We both groan, the feeling of finally being connected overwhelming. I don't move for a moment, just enjoy the stretch, the fullness, the way he's looking at me like I'm everything.
"Move," he commands and he says it in that voice, that smooth courtroom command that makes my whole body obey before I've even decided to comply. I roll my hips, slow at first, then counter his thrust with a rhythm that's hot, desperate, a little unhinged. We're locked together, one motion, every push and drag stoking the friction between us.
His hands roam, my hips, my waist. Then he cinches the corset tighter, holding me in place so he can fuck up into me, hard. The pressure is perfect, filthy and restrictive all at once. I throw my head back and ride him in earnest, grinding down, each connection sending sparks up my spine.
"God, Serena?—"
My name isn't a sound, it's a benediction in his mouth. I can't look away from him, can't hide from the way his eyes burn into mine with every bounce and twist. For a minute it's intimate, and then it's animal, nothing but the sweat-slick sound of bodies and the kind of muffled curses that only lovers get away with. I ride him hard. I ride him until my thighs burn and my vision blurs, until the city outside spins and all the expensive glass and steel is just a halo around the bright pop and sizzle of my own approaching release. He knows it, feels it—his hands grip tighter, his own rhythm falters.
"Come around me," he rasps, voice hoarse. "Let me feel that perfect cunt squeeze my cock."
I do. I come with a violence that wrings a shout out of me.
He grabs the straps of my dress and yanks them down, baring my breasts, then sits up and takes one nipple straight into his mouth, biting just hard enough to make my hips jerk.
"Jesus—Caleb?—"
He pins my hips, licking and sucking, making a fucking meal out of me. When he finally pulls off, my nipple is swollen and wet and his eyes are nearly black.
"I want to fuck you while I see your whole body," he rasps, voice dark and ruined.
