Page 39 of Tied Up In Tinsel
“You drive me crazy, Annie,” I whispered, brushing my thumb along her jaw.
Her hands fisted in my shirt, tugging me down until our mouths hovered just a breath apart. “Good,” she murmured, her voice trembling with desire. “Because you do the same to me.”
The kiss that followed was desperate and hungry, a clash of need and want that had been simmering for far too long. Her lips were sweet and warm, her body pliant against mine as I pressed her back into the counter. Every sound she made—every sigh, every hum—pulled me closer, made it harder to remember why this was reckless at all.
“I’ll be quick, I promise.”
She reached down to my pants, unbuttoning them and reaching her slender hand into the waistband.
“Flip.”
Annie spun back toward the silver counter, her palms flattening against the flour-dusted surface. The kitchen door was wide open, daring someone to walk through and catch us in the act. That only made my cock ache harder.
I shoved a hand between her shoulder blades, forcing her down until her cheek pressed into the flour. With one hard yank, her pants slid down, baring her ass to me. I dragged my palm over the curve of it, squeezing, spreading her open, taking in the sight of her glistening for me under the glow of lights.
“Fuck, look at you,” I growled, freeing myself with shaking hands. My cock throbbed, heavy and ready. “Hold on, Red.”
Her fingers gripped the counter, knuckles white. I lined up and slammed into her, burying myself to the hilt in one rough stroke. Annie cried out, but I clamped my hand over her mouth before the sound could echo.
“Shh,” I hissed, my hips pounding into her. “Don’t let them hear you. You take this cock quiet, you hear me?”
Her muffled moan vibrated against my palm as I drove into her, fast and merciless. The slap of my hips against her ass echoed through the kitchen, mixing with the faint hum of holiday carols from the radio in the corner.
“That’s it, baby. Take it. Take every fucking inch.”
Her body squeezed around me, and I lost myself in the sight of her bent over the counter, face smeared with flour as I fucked her into it.
“You love this, don’t you? Being used right here where anyone could walk in.” I pulled her back against me, slamming deeper, my balls slapping her soaked pussy. “You love my cock filling you up while you can’t make a sound.”
Her moans turned desperate, her body clenching around me in waves. I pressed harder over her mouth, grinding my teeth as I fought to hold on.
“Good fucking girl,” I rasped. “Take it.”
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I drove into her harder, chasing the edge, wanting to mark her.
This wasn’t sweet. This was dirty, raw, reckless. A quick fuck to burn us alive before the world came crashing back in.
I let her collapse forward, her cheek pressing into the cool counter, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of what I’d just done to her. My own climax roared through me, the tingle at the base of my spine snapping into a fire that consumed every last ounce of control.
With a groan, I pulled out, stroking through the last hard pulses as I spilled hot across the small of her back. The release coated her, streaks dripping down to the curve of her ass and sliding lower between her thighs.
I watched, breath ragged, as the sight branded itself into my mind. Annie was wrecked and messy, painted with me. I wanted her to stay like this, marked and undone, proof of what we were together.
Reaching down, I tugged her pants back into place, deliberately trapping the mess beneath the fabric. A dirty secret only the two of us would know.
“Leave it,” I murmured, my lips brushing her ear as I pressed against her one last time. “Let it remind you who you belong to.”
Her breath hitched, a shiver running through her even as she sagged against me. And damn if I didn’t already want her again.
“That was kinda hot,” she said, standing to face me again.
“I can make sure to come back and do it again.”
Annie laughed, pushing past me to the sink.
“As much as I’d enjoy that, I do have work to do. If you show up here again and distract me, you’ll have to answer to the mayor why I didn’t have his sugar cookies done in time.”
“Fine by me.”
