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I bring my arms up and around his neck, sinking my fingers into his hair, and he groans. “Fuck, Stella, you make me fucking crazy.”
The feverish and desperate way he says that, while pawing at my dress, makes me equally delirious. In fact, delirium is the only possible explanation for why, when he spins me, my hands immediately go to his belt.
I fumble with the buckle while he tugs his stained shirt over his head and walks us back. My hands glide down the rungs of his bare abs as the back of my legs hit the desk. I can now see the wildness in his eyes, like a summer storm of torrential rain and thunder that comes out of nowhere.
He lifts me onto the desk, and I slip my fingers into his waistband, tugging him between my legs. I see a swatch of blank ink and pull his waistband farther down, just above his dick, and gasp. “Oh my god, I thought you were joking!”
He chuckles, amused. “I never joke about my cock, Stella.”
There, right above his shaft, are two words permanently inked into his skin: Fox Jr.
I’m in disbelief, but also not at all surprised. “This has to be a joke.”
“Of course it is.” He laughs. “I mean, it’s a real tattoo, but my backup idea was ‘filling station’ with a gas pump, so it’s not that serious.”
My eyes trace the bold letters, and I can’t help but laugh myself. “That is so utterly ridiculous.”
He holds out his arms. “Listen, if it’s a deal breaker—”
“No, shut up.” I pull him closer.
Lochlan begins to say something, but I palm the hard bulge of “Fox Jr.” and his words dry up, his eyes falling shut. And just like that, the conversation is over. He inhales sharply then shakes his head as if clearing his thoughts. He drops to his knees.
Now it’s my turn to breathe irregularly as he pushes my dress up to my hips. I bite my lip when he drags two fingers over my panties, pressing against my seam. I use my hands to hold my thighs apart, and he bites my inner thigh.
“I can’t wait to fucking taste you.” There’s a strained and starved quality to his voice that makes me burn even hotter. The sharp sting of his teeth demands my attention, but I’m distantly aware of the distinctive sound of tearing foil. I look down to see him pulling his cock from his boxers, an open condom wrapper in his other hand.
I fist his hair with both hands and yank his head back to look at me. “This is only happening once, and tomorrow, it didn’t happen at all,” I say decisively.
His eyes are dark and hooded. “Fine with me.” He dips his head back down to nudge his nose against his bite marks. My stomach twists the closer he gets to my pussy.
I tug on his hair again, and his eyes flash back up at me. There’s a hint of annoyance in them, like I’m interrupting him from something important. “So stand up and fuck me before I change my mind.”
He stands with the composure of a boxer rising from the mat. There’s something chilling but exciting about the single-mindedness I see written on his face. He holds out the open wrapper. “Then put this condom on and bend the fuck over.”
I pull the rubber out and slide it over the red, thick head of his cock. My mouth waters as my eyes trace the veins up its length. He forces my gaze up to his by grabbing my chin. With a gentle tug, he takes a step back and pulls me off the desk. I roll the condom down his shaft, my fingers wrapping around him as his eyes burn into mine. I feel his abs concave when I give him a few slow strokes, watching his jaw clench. I could stand here all night, slowly toying with him and learning his every reaction.
Greedily wanting to draw more tortured expressions from him, I tilt forward, and he releases my throat. I run my tongue from the bottom of his sternum to the middle of his chest. His nostrils flare, our eyes staying locked as I lick the sticky, sweet remains of the drink from his skin. Watching the unfettered control flickering on his face, fighting to break through is a high all on its own.
Suddenly, he twirls me around and my chest is pressed flush to the desk, knocking the wind out of me. “If you’re so desperate for me to fuck you, arch your fucking back,” he growls and kicks my feet apart while tugging my hips up. He tugs my panties to the side and rocks his cock between my legs. Next time he pulls back, he slips his fingers where his cock just was. My breath hitches as he prods my entrance with two thick fingers. “I’d like to take my time with you, but since you seem so eager to get this over with and your pussy is already dripping—”
“That’s not what I meant—oh my god.” My words are snatched away when he pulls his fingers out and slams his cock into me without warning. The stretch is sudden, but he fills me perfectly. My mouth just hangs open, gasping for air, as he withdraws to pound back in.
His fingers dig into my hips, his hands are tight and firm, and I can feel my wetness on them. He tugs my ass even higher and tilts his own pelvis so the next stroke hits a spot inside me that has stars erupting behind my eyes.
“Oh fuck, Lochlan.” My hands clamber for purchase on the smooth wooden surface of the desk.
“Who knew you took cock so fucking well,” he says on a harsh exhale with another sharp snap of his hips. “To think of all the times I could’ve had you bent over just like this at the Den . . . and now you spent all night getting me so worked up, I’m not going to last long. But you’re going to come on my cock before this is over.” His voice is coarse. I can hear how tightly he’s wound.
“Then play with my clit and—fuck.” He angles his hips again and my eyes roll. “And keep—” I gasp with another thrust. “Fucking me—oh god—like that.”
My eyes widen in surprise when he plunges two fingers into my mouth. At first, I think it’s to quiet me, but then I instinctively suck on them and he groans with a husky chuckle. “Atta girl.”
Pulling them out, he brings his wet fingers to my front and swirls them around my clit. I cry out, the relief and pleasure like quenching the fiercest thirst.
The relief is short-lived, his touch only making me crave more. “More, please,” I plead, too hot and aching to care that I’m practically begging.
He rubs firm and concise circles around my clit, spinning me higher and higher. Another scream gets trapped in my dry throat as I fight to breathe through the dizzying tension.
