Burning Up (8 page)

His fingers traced the lips of my sex as he reached over and lifted my chin toward him with his free hand. “Every last inch of you
…” I gasped as his fingers slipped inside of me, teasingly slipping in and out as his thumb rubbed my swollen clit. “Inside, and out …” He thrust his fingers deep inside me and I cried out, but his lips quickly silenced me as he pressed them hard against my own. He kissed me hungrily, carnally, and with a desperate need. Pulling away, he gazed into my eyes and I immediately noticed the deep shade of cobalt in them. “It’s all mine.”

His thumb continued to rub, stroke
, and brush against my throbbing clit as his free hand stroked my behind gently. “You broke my rule, Layla. What do you have to say for yourself?”

I tried desperately to squeeze my thighs together
, but his hand gripped my right thigh so tightly, I was completely immobilized. I tried to think and form words, but my breath was short as I panted, the tension building inside of me. Lost in my bliss, I was brought back to reality with a sharp shock as his hand made contact with my behind. Slamming his palm against my flesh, he growled in my ear. “I said, what do you have to say for yourself?”

I shuttered and stammered, grinding against his hand. “I
… I’m sorry.”

He caressed the sore and tender area on my behind before striking it once again. I jolted forward my stomach pressing into the edge of the desk. I cried out. “Fuck!”

He struck me again, this time much harder, and I couldn’t even cry out as my body shook and my nipples brushed against the cool desk. I could feel them through my dress and every movement stroked, teased, and rubbed them with pleasure.

“Watch your mouth. You’re sorry. What are you sorry for?”

What did he want me to say? Did I even want to give him what he wanted? After all, I was enjoying the punishment so much that part of me wanted to be sarcastic and snarky toward him, but as I glanced back and caught his eye, I could see he was lost. He was in the deepest trance of erotic desire, and anything I did right now, would only give him more enjoyment. I wanted my Jared back. I needed him. I needed the Jared that pleased, fulfilled my needs, and gave me endless pleasure with a single touch.

Biting my lip, I took a deep breath. His fingers slipped in and out of me
, and I groaned as the sweet pulsations inside me drew my orgasm closer. “I’m sorry I broke your rule. I’m sorry I made you mad, and …” I gasped as he pressed his thumb firmer against my clit and his palm hit the warm flesh of my behind. I was dangerously close to my climax, and I knew that he was far from finished with me. “I’m sorry for everything! Please, Jared, please!”

Removing his hand from between my thighs, he hurriedly un-buckled his belt and unzipped his pants. I was about to turn around
, but his hands clenched my hips, holding me in place.

“You broke my rule, now we break yours together. Tell me not to do it, Layla. Make me stop. Tell me it’s not what you want because if you don’t, I’m going to take you hard and fast right here over this desk.”

I pressed my lips into a hard line and my eyes widened. Here? Now? I looked back at him, and my breath caught in my lungs. His tie was loose and the first two buttons on his shirt were undone, giving me just a glimpse of his broad, muscular chest.

I could feel the hard, solid length of him against my behind
, and it sent a thrill of excited anticipation through me. I’d waited long enough. I needed it and I needed
him
to give it to me right now.

“Screw the rules. And for God’s sake, Jared, screw me!”

Placing his leg between mine and hooking his foot inside my own, he swept it across the floor, forcing my legs to part further. My chest pressed onto the desk and my back arched, leaving my behind elevated and perfectly positioned for hot, desk sex. He reached forward and held his hands over mine, entwining our fingers. His lips gently trailed kisses over my jaw before gradually moving down and over my throat. Sliding my hands across the desk, he placed them on the far edge and closed them around it tightly. His own hands still firmly grasped my own. Thank goodness for my shoes as I was bent over so far, that my feet were almost lifted from the floor.

“Don’t let go
,” he purred. My insides clenched as the words left his deliciously kissable lips. When Jared gave a command, I was powerless. My instinct took over and my aching need for his body, tongue, and hard, throbbing cock, became my only desire. I needed him more than my sanity, and after several weeks of abstinence, I was certifiably insane. His hands released mine and slid, slowly and gracefully up my arms before gently cupping my breasts. His hands became a barrier between my chest and the table as he kneaded, massaged, and stroked my breasts. My nipples puckered and peaked beneath his skillful fingers. Taking them between his thumb and index finger, he rubbed, teased, and tweaked them.

I groaned with pleasure and began slowly grinding my hips against his. I could feel him growing harder as he pressed back against me.

His teeth nipped at my earlobe, and I bit down on my lip so hard I almost pierced it. “Oh, God, Jared. Please.”

He grinned against my cheek. “What? Tell me what you want, Layla. What you need.”

His hands grasped my breasts firmly, squeezing them in his strong palms. I gasped. “You. I need you. I want you inside me. I can’t wait any longer.”

He let out a low and dark chuckle. “Why?”

Damn it. He was not going to make this easy for me. Swallowing my pride and shedding my inhibitions, I turned my head and caught his eye. “Because I want it. I ache for it. Because I can’t stand not having you deep and hard inside me; giving me what I need.”

The tip of his cock teased the opening of my sex
, and without a second thought, I thrust my hips back and slid onto him. He let out a long and staggered breath as though it was our first time, and in a way, it felt as if it was. My skin longed for his warm and gentle touch. My body ached for his writhing and grinding all over it. My heart thundered in my chest as he began to slide in and out of me, slowly and in a perfect rhythm with the grind of my hips. My heels dug into the plush carpet, and my hands clutched on to the edge of the desk in a vice-like grip.

I moaned deeply as his hands held my hips firmly. He began to speed up and I could feel the ache between my legs growing stronger. My clit throbbed and swelled as my orgasm stayed just out of reach. The moment I felt the blissful clenches of my orgasm, he would instantly slow and leave me desperately begging with every inch of my body. I growled in frustration and I knew he was enjoying my torment. The spanking wasn’t my punishment.
This
was my punishment. He would deny me my pleasure while he endlessly tortured my body and mind with his expert skills. He knew every spot and button to push and when and how to do it. My head was spinning, and I tried to press my thighs together in the hopes of some momentary relief, but, again, he denied me my release.

Withdrawing completely, he pulled me, forcefully, away from the desk and spun me around. Panting, I stared at him. I wanted to scream, yell
, and even slap him around the face but the look in his eyes was haunting. This dark and sensual man had purpose and right now, the purpose was to teach me a lesson.

He stepped forward and
kissed me passionately. His tongue parted my lips, and I responded with the same urgency. His erection pressed against my bare thigh, and I could feel my own slickness still on it. He sank his teeth into my bottom lip and grinned, mischievously.

“On your knees
,” he whispered.

I pulled away and gave him a shocked look. Surely he wasn’t serious?

Raising a brow at me, his tone grew deeper, and this time, he was giving me a command.

“I said, on your knees.”

Never removing my eyes from him, I slowly sunk to the floor. My dress pleated around my thighs as I sat, panty-less, on the plush cream carpet. The corners of his mouth curled up and he licked his bottom lip. Pulling his desk chair behind him, he sat and stared at me as though I were a steak dinner, warm apple pie, and ice cream all melted into one. Resting his back in the chair, he grasped his cock tightly in his palm. I watched with a mixture of amazement, embarrassment and frustration. It was mine. I wanted it, needed it, and had begged for it. He’d made me beg and now, he would taunt me with it!

His free hand clutched the arm of his chair and he bit his bottom lip as his hand glided up and down. A tiny bead of wetness slid from the tip all the way down to the base
, and I whimpered. Smiling, he looked down at me.

“Lay on your back and bend your knees.”

I gave him a confused look.

“Lay back, and bend your knees.”

I did as I was told. “Now, lift up your dress and show me that tight, hot, tempting little pussy.”

Gripping the hem of my dress, I pulled it up and blushed profusely. I was fire hydrant red. I heard him chuckle. “You’re blushing.”

How did he …? “You don’t just blush on your face, Layla. You’re beautifully and deliciously pink down here, too.”

I lay on the floor, confused
, and turned on beyond rational thought. His hand continued to glide up and down his cock, but his face remained calm, collected, and in control.

“Touch yourself.”

What! “Touch yourself the way you want me to touch you. Show me how you want me, need me, and ache for me. I give you permission to touch what is mine.”

I held my fingers to my lips and closed my eyes tightly. I couldn’t. I’d only ever done it once
, and there was a computer screen and several hundreds of miles between us. I could feel my cheeks getting warmer by the second.

“I’ve seen every part of you, Layla. I’ve touched, tasted
, and explored every inch of your body. There is nothing to be embarrassed about. Your body is your possession, and I want you to take ownership of it, right now. Touch yourself.”

His words swirled around in my head and I suddenly felt strangely empowered. Taking my fingers from my lips, I slid two of them into my mouth, slowly. I sucked, licked
, and twirled my tongue around them, ensuring they were perfectly lubricated. I forced myself to meet his gaze, and as I saw his hypnotic pools of blue, my cares, worries, and embarrassment was torn away. I burned with desire, and as I watched his hand caress his throbbing cock, my heart raced and my breathing quickened. It was hot, erotic, and it fueled my lust.

Taking my fingers from my mouth, I slid my hand over the curve of my breast
s, massaging and grasping them a little as I made my way south. Gliding over my stomach I teased myself with the gentle and caressing strokes of my fingertips. Jared groaned and it spurred me on further. Parting the fleshy lips of my sex, I slipped my fingers down the slit and rubbed my swollen clit. The sensation was heavenly. I moaned deeply and removed my fingers, replacing them with my thumb instead as my fingers thrust inside me. I curled them upward and found my sweet spot. Gasping, I gently stroked, caressed and pressed against it with my slick, wet, fingers.

My eyes closed and my back arched as my orgasm grew closer and closer. I heard Jared grunt but I was too caught up in my own sexy, self-inflicted pleasure to notice. I could feel the clenching and I couldn’t wait any longer. Opening my eyes, I looked at Jared. His own were fixated on me
, and his mouth was partially open. His breathing was harsh, and his hand moved faster up and down his cock. I couldn’t hold on any longer and as my thumb rubbed and pressed against my clit I cried out. The rippling waves of my orgasm crashed over me like an ocean and I was drowning in the pleasure. My legs tensed and my back arched. My eyes closed and I could hardly catch my breath. Jared groaned, moaned, and hissed as he continued to please himself; watching me intensely. I could see he was close and was just about to intervene when the intercom buzzed on the desk.

“Fuck!”

Slamming his fist on the desk, Jared released his grip on himself and hit the answer button.

“I said I didn’t want to be disturbed!”

A timid and stuttered voice came over the intercom.

“I’m very sorry, Mr. Garrett, but your meeting with Jensen and Harbor is scheduled for three o’clock. Both gentlemen are in your waiting area. Should I send them through?”

Taking his finger from the button, Jared groaned loudly in frustration. His hands thread through his hair, gripping the glistening golden brown locks between his fingers. “Fuck!”

I jumped a little at the ferocious volume of his voice. He was mad
… really mad.

Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and reached for the intercom once again.

“Give me five minutes.”

His eyes opened again and he stared at me as I lay panting on the carpet. He shook his head ruefully.

“Well, guess we’ll have to resume our game later.” He was snappy and clearly on edge. He’d been close to bliss and was now being pulled away by his work commitments. I was sick of it all. For weeks his job and work had taken over not only our social life, but our sex life, too. Sitting up abruptly, I lunged forward and seized his cock in my hand. He jumped and gasped as I tightened my grip and gazed up at him.

“Let them in
,” I purred.