Page 46 of Indebted

I itched to feel him in my hand, to make him shake and quiver with need like he did to me.

I got as far as undoing his pants and pushing his slacks down, before his lips closed over a nipple.

Pleasure streaked through me, my head dropping back, my body swayed, hitting against his desk.

Something hit the floor. Belatedly, I realized it was my bra. I could care less where my clothes were, only that Justin replaced everything with his hands and lips.

He worshiped one breast with his mouth, the other enjoying the ministrations of his fingers.

Moisture flooded my core, the ache between my legs growing.

“Justin,” I panted, trying to locate where my brain had gone.

When he lifted his head from my skin, his lips pulled back into the biggest smile. He looked ten years younger. The sight took my breath away.

I’d never seen him look so…carefree. Happy.

“Is there a problem?” the smirk on his face told me he knew exactly what he was doing to my brain and he was enjoying every minute of it.

With his lips temporarily off my body, I could think again.

I got my hands working again, slipping into the briefs he wore.

The smirk dropped from his lips, his eyes widening as I took him in hand.

He was huge.

My fingers barely closed around him. The first few strokes were experimental. The tip of him already wet with pre-cum. I brushed my thumb along his slit and down the thick vein I felt under my fingertips.

Justin’s head dropped to the crook of my neck.

A few seconds later, he nuzzled against my skin, lips hot, tongue stealing tastes of me.

My heart stuttered in my chest.

His hips jumped when I tightened my grip on him, working his shaft over and over again.

“Where did you learn to do that?” he stared down at me in wonder.

I offered an impish grin and pumped him harder, faster, until I could see the muscles straining in his neck. “You wouldn’t believe the filth men write in online chats when asked."

“And why are you asking these things to random men online?” his voice came out strained. Dare I say possessive?

Most of the time I called him on his overbearing bullshit, but a deeper part of me also relished in it.

I rubbed my palm over his moist head, my other hand dipping between us to fondle his balls.

He thrust into my hand and my body smacked against his desk, something toppling and crashing to the floor.

“Because,” I lowered my voice and slowed my strokes. “That’s how I get all my answers in life. The internet.”

A growl rose up from Justin’s throat. “You will not be asking these questions to random men online anymore, do you understand me?”

The fact that he thought he could order me around when I had him by the balls was almost comical—if the grit of his voice and possessive glint in his eye didn’t turn me on so much.

Feeling particularly naughty, I dropped my gaze and muttered. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Fuck.”