Hendrix

 

Finally, she was playing by my rules.

Let her guard down long enough for me to trap her.

Wear her down.

Take that luscious pussy between her thighs and make her cry out my name.

Reaching a hand toward the elevator’s panel, I punched in my access code and the elevator pinged. Jostled us a tiny bit as we began to ascend.

I’d had this elevator rigged to my liking. It was private and of use to only the penthouse tenant: me.

Everyone else who lived or rented office space in this building used the one at the other end of this hallway.

Moreover, it didn’t hurt that I owned this structure. One of the many still under my name.

My motto was:

Think it. Build it. Sell it.

And I did, for the most part, but living here part-time had me holding on. And now, with better purpose.

Beau.

She would be moving in with me even if I had to transfer her belongings myself. Nymph had no idea the plans I had for her. How she would help me with social appearances—play the role of arm candy, and tend to my poor cock behind closed doors.

Maybe Jax was right. I’d never tell him that.

“You haven’t answered me.” I tried to take a step back, but she tightened her leg around my hip.

“Not so fast, Hendrix.” She brought us closer, used her hold on me to press her warmth against my cock. That miniscule skirt she’d worn tonight had ridden up just enough for me to catch a glimpse of what lay below.

Small. Silk. Panties.

“Are you going to continue fighting me?” Indescribable heat penetrated through the layers of clothing separating us, and my eyes nearly rolled back. Bucking against her heat, I rubbed my pant-covered length over the wetness seeping through.

“No”—a low whimper—“but I am going to ask for another kiss.”

“Is that so?” Lowering my lips to hers, I hovered over them. Let the sweetness of her breath graze my own. “And if I say no?”

Tiny fingers embedded themselves in my hair and pulled, hard. “Wasn’t a suggestion. You seem to confuse my politeness with patience.” Beau jumped in place a bit, causing my hand to reach out and grasp her waist to help steady her.

She used that to her advantage and lock both legs tightly around my hips. Squeezed her muscles—gyrated—while those lips skimmed from my collarbone to the edge of my chin. Not deterred by my small beard in the least, she bit down.

And then higher.

To my lips.

Kissed them, before pulling the lower one between her teeth just as the door slid open on my floor. Blindly, I walked in with her supple body clinging to me, shoved against me in her own desperation.

If her mission was to destroy my will, at that moment she won.

Or maybe that had been the goal all along. To get me past rational thought and bring her back home with me.

No one had been in my bed since...

“Need you,” Beau mewled, her hands gripping the top of my shirt and pulling on the collar. Buttons fell, pinging on the hardwood floor while her fingers scratched across my chest. Burned me.

Seared my skin everywhere she touched.

My need for her was almost demonic.

“Please forgive me,” I whispered in a tone that didn’t match my actions. Two steps in and the elevator closed. One pivot, and she was pressed against the doors, upper body resting against the cool metal. “You brought this on—caused my ardent urge to fuck you here.”

“Hendrix, please!” With her body pinned by my hips, I brought my hands up and ripped her lace shirt down the middle. Let the tattered remains fall to the floor while I brought a bra cup down.

Attached myself to the pretty pink tip and motherfucking growled.

Beau smelled like berries and cream—her skin the finest of silks. She was sweet torture.

“Why are you doing this to me?” I mumbled around her flesh right before I bit down. Pulled her in deeper. Abused the sensitive nipple with flick and nips. Fingers wandered across her chest and pulled the other cup down, pinched the hard little peak.

Sucking on her skin, I traveled across her chest to the neglected breast.

Left little bruises as a reminder. For her or myself. At that moment, I gave no fucks what it meant.

Small hands wandered between us, helping to move her skirt up and over her hips. Spread herself wider in order to reach the belt around my waist. Fought with the leather until it gave, and the button and zipper followed its same path of defeat.

“No underwear, Mr. Parker...” I twitched, the swollen head touching the soft fabric covering her from me. “Very hot...oh shit!”

In response to her coquettish use of my last name, I pinched her left nipple while my right hand grabbed onto the front of her lingerie. Pulled on the lace. Stretched it to the point that her next scream was one of pleasurable pain.

I dipped a finger just underneath the stretched waist and grazed her mound. Skimmed just a little above her clit. Wetness coated the tip, and I brought it between us.

Brought my face closer to hers. “Open.”

“What?” Before she could complain, I’d placed the soaked-in-her-essence finger on her tongue and wiped the tip down and out.

“You’re going to be ethereal with my cock between those pouty lips.” Slanting my mouth over hers, I delved in and got a sample of her purest flavor. A tease to tide me over.

I swallowed her scream.

Took the air from her lungs while giving a final hard tug on her ruined panties. Torn lace dangled off one thigh, and my cock slipped between tender lips.

Fuck, she feels amazing and I’m yet to bury myself inside.

Beau pushed my pants lower with her trembling legs. Bared me. We were skin on skin.

Slick and ready, she pulled back from my lips and stared me down. What was before me was a hot, sweaty...beautiful mess.

Nothing had ever looked more glorious.

Poised at her entrance, I rubbed the fat head from opening to clit twice. Used her slickness to pump myself once.

Her eyes narrowed, green almost black from desire. “Take me,” she all but growled, and I obeyed.

Those two words ruined my free will and with eyes closed, I buried myself to the hilt in one hard thrust.

“Son of a bitch.” Immediately, her walls clamped down and my eyes opened. Torn between the look of rapture on her face and the obscene way she was stretched around my girth.

Beau had trapped me inside, and I had to take a moment and breathe. To try and make this last longer than four pumps. I’ll be damned if I come before she does.

“Oh God,” she writhed, eyes closed while her walls massaged my length. Her juices coated the top of her thighs and my skin. “Please, Hendrix...need you to move. To fuck me.”

“Beg again. One more time in that whiny voice, nymph.”

Green eyes snapped open and narrowed. Dared me to ask again. “Maybe I should make you beg.”

Pulling all the way out, I maneuvered her legs over my arms and spread her wider. At my mercy. Held her like that with just the tip inside, pushing the fat head through her lips and over her clit.

“Tell me, Beau. Scream it at the top of your lungs.” Again, I rubbed against the trembling bundle of nerves. Spread the pre-come from my slit over her tiny clit; combined our juices. She tried to bring a hand between us, but before she could touch more than her mound, I released one leg and grabbed her wrist. Placed it above her head and tsked. “Tell me how much you want my cock.”

“Okay. Fine,” she yelled out. “I’m desperate for it. Please, Hendrix. Gift me your...fuck!”

Without restraint I slammed back in and kept the brutal pace.

It was one thing to tease her, but to hear the words... Fuck, I was a man possessed and took her with the same vigor.

With the anger she created by breaking me down to this level of unhinged depravity.

I was screwing a woman who’d put herself on a website that would help sell her to the highest bidder and couldn’t care less about it. Made it more sinful. Created a fog of lust so thick that I could barely take air into my lungs.

And even as my chest burned, I plunged in deeper, grinding my pelvis over her clit until she was an unintelligible, euphoric mess in my arms.

Thoughts of anyone other than me fucking her...

“You will sign that contract, Beau. No more running,” I hissed out through clenched teeth, punctuated each word with a buck of my hips. Her walls spasmed. Seemed she liked being manhandled. Told what to do. “Say it. Tell me you will be my sugar, nymph.”

“So close. Please,” she wailed, the fingernails of her free hand digging into my chest just above my heart. It broke the skin there, but the pain only intensified the pleasure, the euphoric bliss settling onto my heavy balls.

Beau matched my every move with a gyration of her own.

It took everything within me not to blow my load the next time her walls fluttered.

“Say it.” Leaning forward, I nudged her hand out of my way and kissed her breast. Same spot she’d embedded her nails on my chest.  “Agree to my terms.”

“I can’t.”

“You will.” And then I bit down hard enough to leave my mark. Let others know she was taken.

At once, Beau drew in a deep breath and her body arched—seized—while coming all over my cock. Her juices and mine were heard each time I pumped in and out of her, now chasing my own completion.

Each thrust prolonged her pleasure while I drew closer to my own.

Once more she coiled tight and locked down on me. I was done.

“Motherfuck.” Almost savage in the way I grabbed her hips with both hands and forced her up and down my length while spurt after spurt left my body.

Filled hers with my essence.

It took me a minute after to catch my breath and for the shake in my knees to lessen enough for me to lower us to the floor, her on my lap; curled up in my arms like a content kitty while my mind swirled.

That fog of lust was receding and the consequences were staring me in the face.

There was no going back now.

What the fuck had I done?