Beg Me (8 page)

Okay, this was unreal.

Two dates. And whatever Monday night counted
as.

They’d had two dates and Monday, and she was
already so hot for him, she was masturbating in her sleep.

She’d hoped for more Wednesday night, had
even worn a shorter skirt, a sexier shirt. Flirted. And he’d
responded with a brief kiss. A whispered good-night.

Groaning, she grabbed the phone.

Then she stopped.

If it was really in her control, then she
needed to make the move.

Right?

W
hen Tania
came into his garage late Friday, Drake was in a foul
mood.

Bad enough that he was dying of sexual
frustration, but work was going to hell in a handbasket, too.

The payroll had gotten screwed up, a
delivery had gotten screwed up, one of his customers had been the
biggest asshole and it had taken everything he could not to tell
the guy to shove it—if he was going to abuse his car like that,
then he was going to have to expect some hefty price tags when it
came to maintenance.

What Drake wanted most was a beer, a dark
room and silence.

At least that was what he’d thought.

Until Tania walked in.

They’d had two dates that week. A movie on
Tuesday. Dinner on Wednesday. And Monday. He couldn’t forget Monday
if he tried.

Nice, friendly easy dates that ended with
nothing more than polite, almost chaste kisses.

They hadn’t had anything planned for
today, though. Right now, Drake was trying to figure out
why
. Just looking at her made
everything better.

Her heels rang on the tile floor as she
stopped in the doorway. “I saw Lou leaving on my way in. He said he
was locking up. Everybody else gone?”

“
Yeah.” He leaned back, smiled at her,
although he knew it was probably tired and strained. “I was going
to call you later, see if you want to go out tomorrow.”

She licked her lips.

His heart skipped a beat as she reached up
and trailed a fingertip down her neck, pausing at the deep vee of
the coat she wore.

It stopped just above her knees.

Fire-engine red leather, he noticed.

Just about the same shade as her heels.

Just about the same shade as her
lipstick.

She’d twisted her hair up into a complicated
twist that left her neck bare, and pretty gold spirals hung from
her ears.

“
You look awful nice tonight,” he
said, his voice strained. “Maybe I could shower. Take you out
tonight. Since you dressed up.”

“
I didn’t dress up to go out,
Superman,” she murmured.

Superman
—

His brain went all hazed and hot.

Then she straightened away from the door and
reached for the belt of her jacket.

All the blood in his head drained away as he
realized she was naked under that thing—naked save for a pair of
red lace panties and those oh so sexy fuck-me shoes.

He swallowed, curling his hands around the
armrests of his office chair. “You didn’t, huh?”

“
No.” She remained standing there, the
coat open, revealing her to his hungry, hungry eyes. “You said the
rest was in my control. Well…here I am. And I’m giving the control
to you.”

“
You sure about that? You’re ready to
try for more?”

Tania’s eyes lowered. Her naked
breasts rose and fell on a nervous sigh before she murmured,
“I
want
to be ready. But
we’ll have to see what happens. Is that okay?”

“
Yes.” He blew out a low, rough
breath, slumped deeper in the chair, staring at her. Absently, he
pressed his hand against his aching cock.

“
Close your coat for a minute, and
close the blinds. I don’t want anybody else seeing those pretty
tits.”

Her eyes went dark, opaque, and she caught
her breath as she secured her coat. With slow, lazy movements, she
strolled over to the window, lowering the blinds so nobody could
see in.

“
Take the coat off, then,” he said
quietly. “Hang it up.”

A smile curled her lips as she did just
that.

“
How far you want to try and go
tonight, Tania?” he asked softly.

“
As far as we can,” she said. “If we
can have sex, I want to.”

Drake nodded. Then he glanced down at his
coveralls, grimaced. “I haven’t cleaned up.” He’d washed his hands,
his arms, but there was still grease on him somewhere, probably.
The coveralls would have kept the worst of it off of him. But
still… “You want me to shower?”

She shook her head.

Drake nodded.

Then he stood up, unzipped the coveralls,
kicking out of them and leaving them in a pile by his desk. Moving
out from behind it, he leaned against the front, staring at
Tania—her face, only her face. “Come in here and kneel,” he said
softly, nodding toward the middle of the office. There was carpet
there—not much, but something—it would keep her from being on her
knees on the bare floor.

She did so, coming inside and going to her
knees, four feet away from him.

He pushed off the desk and moved over to
her, reaching out to touch her mouth. “Did you bring anything with
you?” He didn’t generally have sex in his office. There wasn’t any
birth control here to be found.

“
In the pocket of the coat,” she
said.

“
Good. Unzip me. I want to see that
mouth wrapped around my cock.”

Her lashes fluttered and he watched her
breasts rise and fall on a ragged breath. Her fingers, cool and
soft, closed around him after she’d freed him and he swallowed a
groan as she leaned in and took him into her mouth. “That’s it…suck
me off.”

She whimpered.

“
Fuck, I love how hot it makes you
just listening to me talk.” He reached up and pushed his fingers
into the neat mass of her hair, dislodging pins and sending half of
the honey brown mess tumbling to her shoulders. “Your hair looks so
pretty, so neat and proper. Or it did…”

He used his hold on her head to guide her as
he surged against her mouth, fucking her throat deep and slow,
watching as her face turned pink, as the excitement rose in her
eyes.

“
Damn it, you got any idea how sexy it
is, watching you?” he grunted as she took him deep, then deeper.
“That’s it… Ah, yeah, suck it. My hot little bitch, I fucking love
how you do that…”

She was whimpering more, louder, and
rocking, using her hand to work him as well.

“
That’s it, deeper…deeper…ah,
fuck…suck it. Suck it deeper.”

He arched his hips, moving faster. She
swallowed and he groaned as the head of his cock slid deeper,
nudging the back of her throat, going farther.

“
Oh, hell. Hot little slut—swallow
me,” he grunted, panting, staring at her. Damn it, she was amazing.
He couldn’t believe this, anything. She was so responsive and every
little thing seemed to turn her on—all of it, the act, his words,
every little thing seemed to turn her on, make her hotter, and that
just fired his own need even more. His cock swelled, his balls
ached.

Then she stroked a hand up and closed her
fingers around his sac. His eyes damned near crossed. Swearing, he
shot a hand downward, closing his fingers around her, making her
squeeze tighter. At the same time, he moved faster, settling on a
deeper, shallower rhythm. “Oh, hell. Tawny…damn it…I…”

His head fell back, the rest of the words
lodged inside. With a growl, he came, shooting it down her throat.
Watching as her cheeks hollowed out while she moved, as she took
it, drank it down.

When he pulled away, she continued to pump
him, tried to follow with her mouth until he tangled his hand in
her hair and jerked. “Stop,” he ordered.

She panted, staring up at him, her neck
arched.

He swore, closed his eyes, that picture
emblazoned on his mind—her breasts arched out, her mouth swollen
and wet, hair half hanging in a tangle down her back.

His control, shaky around her already,
threatened to teeter out of control. “Maybe we should call it quits
for now,” he rasped.

“
No.” She stared at him, her gaze
hotly challenging.

“
Damn it, Tania. I’m a mess right now
and I don’t want to scare you—”

She shook her head. “If I tell you to stop,
you will. I know you will. Right…Superman?”

The word served as a reminder—it was
both a challenge and a promise, one that brought a cold slap of
sanity to his mind. During sex, that meant
stop
.

Taking a deep breath, he nodded.

He could do this.

She needed it.

And
fuck
, he needed her.

“
Stand up.”

She did, wobbling a little from being on her
knees so long. She went to step out of the heels, but he shook his
head. “Keep them on. I want to see you bent over my desk, wearing
just those.”

She blushed and moved to do just that.

As she leaned over the dented metal, he
caught her panties and drew them down, tossing them aside after
she’d stepped out of them. Then, wondering if she was really up to
this, he moved closed and pressed against her.

She stiffened, her spine arching.

O
h…

Tania whimpered as his hands came around and
cupped her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples lightly. “Like
that?”

“
Harder,” she whimpered. Then she
moved her butt back against him. He hadn’t pulled his jeans back up
and she could feel his length like a brand against her
ass.

He moved again, slow, steady strokes,
stoking a fire low down in her belly.

He let go one of breast to stroke a path
down her spine, pausing to tease the crevice between her cheeks.
When he pressed against her anus, she gasped.

“
I forget—how did you say you felt
about anal sex?” he asked.

She licked her lips. “I like it.”

“
A little? A lot?” He pushed one
finger inside. “You like getting your ass fucked? A little? A
lot?”

“
A lot…”

“
So if I decide one day I want to hear
you begging me to fuck your ass, what will you do?”

In the back of her mind, a harsh, ugly voice
tried to stir.

She shoved it back, concentrated on Drake.
“I’ll probably do it.”

“
Good girl. And what if I say I want
you to bend flat over that desk now and spread your cheeks for me
so I can see you?”

She moaned as the image shot through her
mind. Then, slowly, she eased her weight flat against the desk,
ignoring the pens, the papers, everything. Conscious of his gaze,
she reached back and grasped the curves of her ass, spreading
herself open for him.

“
That’s nice…”

He pulled away and she realized he was
backing up to stare at her. Craning her head, she stared over her
shoulder at him. His gaze, rapt and dark, was cast down low and she
whimpered, shuddered, realizing
she
was the reason he looked like that, the reason he looked so
hungry. So hot. The reason those lovely blue eyes had gone opaque,
the reason for the stark, hungry look.
Her
—Drake Bennett wanted
her
.

He shifted his gaze to hers. “You like
seeing me staring at you, don’t you?”

“
Yes.”

“
Good, because I like looking at you.
But I’m done being patient—I want to fuck you now.”

Although he didn’t ask, she heard the
question there.

She nodded, closing her eyes. She went to
push up.

“
I didn’t say move,” he warned her.
“And I didn’t hear you.”

The command in his voice had her shivering,
shaking…aching. Easing back down, she whispered, “Yes, Drake.”

“
Good girl…and open yourself back up
for me. I want to see you open for me like the nasty little slut
you are.”

She whimpered and obeyed, barely aware that
he was moving, barely aware of anything but the intensity of his
gaze focused on her ass, and the rich velvet of his words.

“
I’m thinking about what it will be
like to fuck that ass, you know,” he muttered, his voice gruff.
“And I’m trying to decide how I want to fuck you next while we work
up to that.”

Dimly, she realized he was distracting
her—keeping her mind focused, and part of her wanted to be
grateful, even as part of her wanted to be him to have mercy. He
had her so hot, she was already aching and it was almost too
much.

It
was
too much—she was all but rocking against the desk for relief
by the time he came back to her.

When he touched her, she braced herself,
prepared for more hot, dirty words, but what he did was stroke a
hand along her hip. “You okay?”

“
Yes.”

“
Do you want to turn
around?”

She tensed, then shook her head
desperately. No—
no.
“And…don’t…don’t lay on me, please…”

Soothingly, he stroked her hair. “I won’t.
Anything else?”

“
Be dirty,” she muttered, slanted a
look at him over her shoulder. “Really dirty, just like you’re
doing. Call me your little bitch, talk about giving it to me in
that ass—exactly what you’re doing. Whatever, just talk to me, let
me hear your voice.”