Page 5 of Tell Me You Need Me

It’s hot.

It’s fast.

It’s taking over.

“Nolan…oh, god…” I trail off. My eyes slam shut, and my body tenses.

“Look at me, Mischa,” he demands, his hand tightening slightly on my throat, forcing my head back until my eyes meet his. “Look at me while I make you come.” Nolan doesn’t wait. He grips my left hip with his free hand, anchoring me higher against the bookshelf, and begins to rock his hips in a steady, brutal, agonizingly perfect motion. He shifts his hard cock against my wet, aching core through our clothes, over and over, hitting the exact spot that’s been torturing me for days. My eyes roll back as I rock my body directly against his, desperate for more, desperate for the solid pressure he’s pressing into me.

“Fuck, you’re so goddamn wet for me,” he rasps. I love his dirty talk, low and relentless in my ear as he continues rubbing his hips into mine with punishing accuracy. “I can smell your arousal, trouble. So wet for your brother’s best friend, aren’t you? You love this. You love knowing I can take whatever I want behind closed doors.”

“Yes,” I sob, completely undone. My fingers clutch his shoulders as I ride his dick, matching him stroke for stroke. “Yes, Nolan, please.”

“That’s it, Mischa,” he growls, his voice dripping with pure satisfaction as he feels me writhing against him. “Take it. Rub that pretty little pussy against my cock. Show me how much you need it.”

The combination of his massive hands, his big body, his palm firm against my throat, the dirty words falling from his lips, and the relentless way his hard shaft grinds into my center pushes me straight over the edge. My walls contract violently, and a flood of pleasure explodes behind my eyes, ripping through my entire body with a dizzying power.

“Nolan!” I scream his name, my voice breaking as my orgasm hits me hard and fast. I squeeze my thighs around his waist, clamping down on him as my body shudders uncontrollably, intense pleasure pulsing through my core. I roll my hips wildly against his, wringing every single drop out of his body as I come completely in his arms.

Nolan lets out a harsh, guttural growl against my neck, his hips driving hard into mine two more times, soaking in the feeling of me shattering before he finally holds me still, pinning me tightly against the wood shelves as I catch my breath.

My chest heaves, my breathing ragged, shallow gasps. My forehead rests against his neck, my skin feels flush, and my body shivers with lingering aftershocks. Nolan’s hand slowly loosens from my throat, his long fingers gently caressing my jaw. His eyes are dark, heavy, and filled with a triumphant satisfaction.

“Still want to walk away, Mischa?” he murmurs, leaning in and pressing one soft, lingering kiss to my swollen lips.

“Not a chance.”

“Good, because we’re just getting started.” He doesn’t let me go. In fact, he cups the cheeks of my ass and strides across his office, heading straight for his desk.

CHAPTER FOUR

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Idon’t let her touch the ground. Instead, I anchor Mischa against my chest as I make my way to the desk. Her breathing is uneven against my ear, her nails digging into the hard muscles of my shoulders. And every nerve ending in my body is screaming, demanding for me to claim what’s mine.

As much as I don’t want to let her out of my arms, for what I’m about to do, it’s necessary. Her feet touch the ground. I steady her, watching as she looks from me to the desk. With one sharp sweep of my arm, I knock a pile of folders, papers, a crystal pen holder, and my tablet straight off the edge. They hit the carpet with a heavy thud and loud clanking, clearing the space for her.

Mischa was out of my arms for all of two seconds, and it felt like a goddamn lifetime. When I grab her by the back of her thighs, her skirt hitches all the way around her waist, bunched up to expose her long golden thighs and the thin scrape of lace shielding her wet cunt. Her hair is a wild mess, tousled over her shoulders, and her cheeks are flushed, her lips are swollen and damp from my kisses.

She’s untamed beauty filled with nothing but trouble—and she’s sitting on my desk, looking at me with dark green eyes filled with nothing but arousal.

“Nolan,” she rasps, the cool marble meeting her bare ass as I prop her right on the edge of my desk.

“Hush,” I rumble, my eyes never leaving hers as I begin to strip. I reach for my tie first, yanking the silk knot loose with one fierce jerk, ripping it out from under my collar and tossing it on the floor. Next comes my vest, unbuttoning it within seconds and discarding it without a second glance. My fingers move to my dress shirt, popping the buttons open one by one with a deliberateness, exposing my chest for Mischa’s view.

Her gaze tracks every inch of skin I reveal, mouth parting slightly as her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip. I don’t pause, reaching for my leather belt, unbuckling the sliver clasp with a sharp clink. I slide the heavy leather through the loops of my trousers with a slow, whispering drag, letting the sound reverberate through the otherwise quiet office. I don’t toss it to the ground like the other items. Nope, I coil it casually around my hand and set it on the stone right beside her thigh, letting the heavy buckle land with a loud noise.

Mischa’s eyes drop to the leather, then snap back up to mine, her brows rising in a silent, defiant question. A smirk touches my lips as I step deep between her spread thighs, crowding her space.

“I’ll use that on you.” My voice is thick even to my own ears as the words vibrate in my chest. “It’ll all depend on you, trouble. Whether I use it to wrap your wrists over your head or mark your petty ass a nice, deep shade of red.” A soft, helpless sound escapes her throat, a needy little mewl that goes straight to my cock. “Like that idea, don’t you?” My eyes narrow as I watch a tremble run down between her thighs. She doesn’t get to reply, I cut her off before she can. “Of course, you do, Mischa.”

I reach down and slide the zipper of my pants down in one hard drag. The movement releases the pressure, and my heavy, fully erect cock springs free from the confines of the fabric, thick and throbbing. Mischa’s eyes widen at the sheer size of my length and width. Her body becomes restless on the desk. She shifts her hips and her thighs open wider as if her body is searching for something, anything to calm the burning ache building between her legs.

“Patience, Mischa,” I growl. My hand fists the base of my cock, slowly tugging on my shaft, stroking myself right in front of her while she squirms. The sight of her helpless, wet, and begging for me like all of the times I’ve imagined makes me want her even more. “Take your top off. Show me what’s mine.”

She reaches up, her fingers shaking as she unbuttons her silk blouse, one by one, before slipping her arms out of the sleeves, letting the expensive silk fall behind her on the desk. But instead of stopping there, she does one fucking better: she reaches between her lush, full tits, fingers flicking the front clasp of her lace bra before I gave her permission. The fabric parts, freeing her breasts. Her berry-colored nipples are already hard and pebbled, from the air and her own desire.

“Any other time, I’d spank your ass for that, Mischa.” I freeze, my strokes faltering a fraction of a second as my eyes darken. “You don’t touch a damn thing until I tell you to.” I step closer, my bare chest meeting hers.