Lila finished just before six, and instead of starting something new, opted for what was an early night compared to the rest. She didn’t say a word, still mulling in her anger from earlier, and just grabbed her coat and jacket and headed to the door. The moment she was out of sight, I saved my work, putting slips of paper with notes for where to pick up in the morning, and followed.

I stalked her ass home, speeding in order to decrease the time it took for me to catch up to her. Seconds after getting out of her car, I pulled into the parking spot next to her.

We had shit to talk about, namely what the fuck got into her at the office. She avoided my stare, tried to act like I wasn’t there, and that annoyed the fuck out of me.

Once I was within ten feet of her, something in the air changed. We weren’t in the office, bound by rules and watchful eyes.

We entered the elevator and pushed the buttons for our floors. She still refused to acknowledge me, even in the mirrored reflection of the doors.

Confined space with only her was a dangerous pairing. Part of me wanted to hurt her, make her acknowledge her want, be cruel to get it.

“Were you jealous?” I asked, my mouth ghosting her ear.

She drew in a stunted, jagged breath, but it wasn’t enough to hide the effect.

“No.”

Liar.

Yes, the beast was right.

“You shouldn’t be. I don’t want them, and I don’t want you either.” She flinched at what I said, making my chest clench. I couldn’t do it, especially knowing she was just as broken as I was. “No.” I reached up and moved a lock of her hair, leaning into her, unable to hold back. “That’s not true, is it?” My voice broke, unable to lie about that one thing. I did want her. “I don’t want to want you, but I do. I fucking crave you, but I can’t…I can’t give in.” There was no stopping me from getting closer, increasing the current that grew ever stronger with each passing second. “Please, Lila, push me away.” The plea was barely a broken whisper, my lips running up the column of her neck. “Don’t let me take you again.”

One more time and there’d be no stopping me, stopping whatever was happening between us. I refused to let it happen, but at the same time, I was so fucking weak for her. I needed her to shove me back, get me in line.

“I can’t stop you. I want you too much.” She turned, her hand right above my heart. “You’ve given me a taste, and now I want more. I need more.”

No! No, please! Don’t say that.

Yes! She’s ours. Ours!

I stared into her eyes, into the warmth, the affection, the need that was as much emotional as physical.

“Fuck.” I backed up, needing space. “No. Don’t say that.”

It was me begging, but for release from the hold she had on me.

She pulled at my tie, our lips so close I could feel her breath, then the faint teasing touch.

“You’re like a drug, and I’m going through withdrawal.” She licked at my lips, and my dick twitched. “I need your help.”

I struggled for breath, for control, a fight I was desperately losing with every inch her hand slid down my chest. Her hot hand over my cock, gripping it, rubbing it, was a fight I would never win.

Relent.

No.

Let me out!

My hips rocked into her hand, my mind overpowered with the lust that consumed me.

The ping of the elevator and the sliding of the door jolted me. She stepped away, and I stared at her, confused, my mind still clouded with desire. I needed to stay, to go to my own floor, my own condo, and forget her.

The doors began to slide closed, and I jumped through. She gave me a shy smile, then turned toward her door.

I was consumed, driven by greed for her skin. The door hadn’t even slid closed and I was on her, my mouth tasting, biting, marking her while my hips showed her just how much I needed to be inside her.

We stumbled down the hallway, all due to my inability to let her walk thirty fucking feet without every inch of my body attached to hers.

Getting the door unlocked took so much time I was about to say “fuck it,” pull her skirt up, and shove my cock in.

I didn’t care about neighbors or someone seeing us, nothing except getting my dick inside her again. The beast and I were one, in search of the same end goal, unable to stop.

Nothing could stop me.

The door opened and wasn’t even closed when I pinned her against the wall. Her eyes were hooded as her arms drew me closer.

“I want your hands and lips on me. You’ve kept me waiting long enough, Mr. Thorne.”

“Fuck.” If she called me Mr. Thorne again, I was going to tear her pussy up. “What about my cock?”

“I want it in my pussy where it fucking belongs.”

“I’ll fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk.” My voice was low and rough. “You make me so hard; you better be ready to work your ass off for my come.”

“More,” she begged as she worked on undoing the buttons of my shirt. She was so worked up, her head falling to my chest as her body moved against me.

“Excited, my little whore? Yes, that’s what you are, letting me fuck you the way I do. You know that’s not good, letting me punish you. My cock wants to be down your throat, inside your pussy, and,” I paused, my grip on her ass tightening, “in your ass. You tease me with it every fucking day.”

I wanted all of her holes.

A small moaned slipped from her lips before her fingers frantically worked to unbutton my shirt.

Panic coursed through me when she grabbed the hem of my shirt and started to pull it up. I immediately moved her hand to my belt and away from exposing my scars.

A few rushed movements and all thought of my scars vanished from of my mind when her hand wrapped around my cock. Her hand was cool, but I barely noticed because of the heat that raced through me from her touch.

My hips jerked, an involuntary reaction to her tongue hitting the sensitive underside of my cock head. When she took me between her lips, they then began more instinctive movements to get more of my throbbing cock into her hot mouth.

A groan rumbled through my chest as I watched her take more and more until she was so far down I could feel her throat contracting around me. “That’s it, take it all. I’ll fuck your mouth until I come, and you’ll fucking swallow all of it. Do you understand?”

She let out a moan. “Fuck, you have such a filthy mouth.”

“You think you own my cock, don’t you?” I growled and slapped her cheek with the head of my cock. I repeated that a couple of times before running it along her bottom lip. “You don’t, little whore. You don’t own it, but you will take it.”

I shrugged out of my jacket, losing the restrictive fabric so I could get a better grip on her. With one hand I pushed on the back of her head while the other got my tie undone. Once free, I tangled my hands in her hair, taking control of the speed and depth that she took me in. I fucked her face with ferocity. A wild abandon that had her gagging as I pushed her all the way to the base.

Fucking perfection.

“Get your ass up here and let me fuck you the way you love it: hard, fast, and dirty. That’s what you want, isn’t it?” I taunted her. “It’s what I want. To stretch you open and have your pussy suck me back in.”

I wanted to be inside her and never leave. Pain seared in my chest, honest with myself for the first time.

I ripped the rest of her clothes off until she was completely naked except for her bra. Small dots cast a shadow on the fabric, and I bit down on one of them before sucking it into my mouth.

“Oh, God!” she cried.

“Not God, baby…Nathan. That’s the name you’ll be screaming when you come.”

A flick of her bra, and it was where it belonged—on her floor. I glanced around for the perfect place for her to ride me and ended up pulling her to the living room. I pushed my slacks further down my legs, then sat on the couch, drawing her down with me.

With her legs straddling my own, her pussy was open and inviting.

“You’re so fucking wet. Was this from sucking my cock?” I asked as I got my fingers as wet as possible and moved them to press against her ass. My cock wanted in there so badly. “You’re so uptight and frigid. I should warm you up, then shove my cock in your ass. Fucking shoot my load up there.”

She said nothing, but her hips told me everything, especially the moan that left her each time her clit moved against my cock.

“Maybe I’ll paint you white. Fuck. You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Have my come all over your body.”

“Please. I want everything you want to give me.”

Stop stalling and fuck her!

Part of me had never learned patience, but I had learned that teasing only got her hotter.

I slipped my fingers inside her again as I slapped my cock against her clit. She leaned forward, and I stared at her tits as she began to ride my fingers.

“That’s it, baby, you love my cock deep inside you. You need me to fill you.”

I needed inside her. Needed to fuck her. I needed the pleasure to wipe out the pain, even for a few minutes. I pressed my middle finger against her ass. “Have you ever had a cock up here?” I asked. She shook her head, but a whimper came out. What kind of answer was that? “Don’t lie to me, slut.”

“None…j-just a dildo. Now stop teasing me, and fuck me!”

Fuck, yes. A grin spread on my face as victory stared back at me in the form of a woman begging me to fuck her.

“You’re a naughty little slut. I’ll show you what it feels like to have a cock shoved up there. Soon.” As I pulled my fingers out of her, the image of both her holes stuffed entered my mind. I wondered what it would feel like to fuck her while she had a toy in her ass or pussy. Or maybe both holes taken by toys, teasing her while I fucked her face. “That is fucking sexy, the thought of you stuffed everywhere with a vibrator. You love that, don’t you?”

“Y–yes.”

“My cock likes the sound of that, and,” I glanced down between us, “so does your pretty little pussy.”

A clear drop of precome slid down from the tip, and I couldn’t take it anymore. With my hands on her hips, I drove up as I pulled her down.

“Damn, you feel so fucking good wrapped around me, squeezing me.” My grip tightened as I recovered from the shock and lifted her before pulling her back to me again.

“Deeper,” she moaned.

“Deeper?” I pulled out, leaving just the tip.

“Fucking tease,” she hissed as she let her weight go and sank back down.

Tease? Yes, and she was going to take it without complaint.

“Nobody tells me how to do this shit.” I flipped our positions so that she was below me and drilled her into the couch. “Yeah, that’s it, squeeze me. Take me all the way in. I’m not going to stop until you’re coming while screaming how much you fucking love it.”

And she did. All of it. From every time before, the harsh words and the names to the hair pulling and spanking. She fucking loved everything I gave her. And I gave her eight fucking inches all the way to the base.

“That is a fucking spectacular view. I could watch it all fucking day.”

The feel of her nails digging into my arm along with her screaming my name spurred me on. She was squeezing me, her walls contracting around me as I continued to pound into her.

I lost the ability to think, words and moans spilling from my mouth, hips driven by the need to empty my balls inside her. She was so fucking beautiful beneath me. A fucking goddess for the way she made me feel.

For the third time I was inside her, and there still was no getting enough. I held the back of her neck in my hand, our bodies chest to chest as I sucked and nipped at her neck. When that wasn’t enough, I clamped my teeth down on the meat of her shoulder while I slammed into her. She arched into me, her pussy squeezing me again.

Fuck.

“You’re going to come.”

I pressed my lips to her and groaned, the sound passing between us. It wasn’t enough. I needed harder, faster. My body begged for the furious tempo.

Grabbing onto her legs, I placed them on my shoulders. It was an even deeper angle, and I loved how it made her even tighter.

“Oh God!” she cried out as I pounded her.

“Yes, that’s it, baby. Take it. Flood your pussy and let it flow out onto my dick. You know you want to.”

“More.”

Fuck, I loved it when she begged for more. “Shit! Fuck, baby, you’re…oh, fucking…clenching so tight…so fucking tight!” The words stammered out as the blissful white started to take over, pushing out thought.

“Fuck, Nate. Yes!” she screamed as she clenched around me.

Every muscle vibrated as she milked me. “Yes! Oh, fuck, baby, fucking you… God, so good!”

I pulled my hips back, removing my cock, determined to mark another part of her. A few pumps and time seemed to slow as I watched my come shoot out and land on her skin. The pearly drops reached her breasts on the first shot, the others landing on her stomach.

Fucking perfect work of art.

“Shit, that is the best fucking sight in the world. You look so fucking good covered in me.” I moved my cock around her skin, spreading the last few drops that fell, watching as it soaked into her skin.

“That was… God, I can’t describe it,” she said as she reached up and pushed away a few strands of hair.

I knew exactly what she meant. As much as I hated to admit it, she was my perfect sexual match.

“I know.”

I smiled down at her, watching as more of it dried and settled in.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to walk tomorrow. I want Starbucks in the morning. You’re buying.”

Demands now?

I let out a chuckle. “How about I tell the other ladies I’m gay? Would that be sufficient payment?”

“I’m not some damn call girl, you know.”

I smirked down at her just to tease her more while I stood and pulled my pants back up to my hips. My lack of response only made it sweeter, especially when I headed toward the door.

“Asshole!” she yelled from the couch.

“You mean ‘thank you!’” I said with a snort as I made my way out and into the hall.

It was as I waited for the elevator that the high I felt began to wear off, leaving me once again trying to convince myself that it couldn’t happen again. The part that bothered me the most was the lie of an agreement I gave myself.

No, it can’t happen again. At the same time, Yes, I want to be inside her and all around her and never fucking stop.

I wanted to fuck her again and again and again until there was nothing left of both of us. The sad fact was that my reality didn’t allow it.

Fucking the same woman more than a few times was a relationship, and that was something I couldn’t afford.