Chapter 5

Rebecca

I can’t believe that I’m asking for it, but from the moment I spotted him in line, I was done for. The way his light brown eyes anxiously looked around and the way he scowled at my co-worker sent a sensuous thrill up my spine. It’s the look I’ve only read about in books. Pure caveman.

He leads me into the building through secured doors and a private elevator with a special key. My back is pinned to the wall, and his mouth crashes down on mine as he lifts my hands above my head. He puts both of my wrists in one hand and slides the other lower skimming over the side of my breast and down my waist. I melt into his touch, thrusting my hips against his cock.

“You’re mine, Rebecca. From the first moment I saw you, I knew it.” The elevator pings, but neither of us stop kissing. He grinds on me, then lifts my legs and wraps them around his waist. I feel weightless as he carries me off the elevator and continues to hold me tightly. He stops and slides me down his body and uses one hand to unlock the door, but Rob doesn’t release his grip on me. I love the way his strength makes me feel so safe, and yet his hold makes me feel needed.

He opens the door, but he doesn’t immediately drag me in. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, Rob. Show me what you’re going to do to me.” His only response is a deep growl as if he’s a wild animal. He slams his mouth on mine, dragging another deep kiss from my lips and a moan from my throat. He brings us in, kicking the door closed, and I hear it lock.

As if our lives depended on it, we toss off our coats and shoes in a frenzy. Rob grabs the hem of my sweater and lifts it over my head, releasing it to hit the floor at our feet. He steps back to take me in from head to toe. I cross my arms over my flat belly, feeling awkward. An ounce of fear comes over me at the idea that I’m not sexy enough. My breasts aren’t huge, they’re just average just like my butt. I’m average in the looks department too. Oh hell, what am I doing? What if he’s ready for someone with experience?

I’m standing in front of him on display nervous and more than a bit self-conscious, but I meet his eyes and see pure lust as he shakes his head. “Don’t cover yourself up. Never hide from me. Drop your arms to your sides and let me drink in your fucking beauty.” I obey without a moment of reluctance. He finds me beautiful? He steps forward again while shrugging off his suit jacket and loosening his tie. “Fuck, you were made for me,” he adds, groaning as he runs the back of his hand gently over my face. “Tell me how much you want me to make you come.”

His words hit me straight between my thighs, soaking my panties. “So much, please, Rob,” I beg. Feeling emboldened, I grab the edge of his tie and pulling it completely off. I’ve never even kissed anyone as passionately as we have and yet, I can’t stop the wanton desire to show him how wild I feel. For the first time, I want this passion.

“Oh, sweet little Rebecca, you’re asking to be thoroughly fucked, aren’t you?” I’m panting, wrapping his tie around my hands and stepping backward. He shakes his head slowly and smirks as he undoes the buttons on his white dress shirt. I freeze, staring at the way his body looks and licking my lips as he takes it off.

“Save that lip licking for when you take me down your pretty mouth.” I shouldn’t be turned on by that, but my body likes the idea of being at his mercy. A moan escapes my throat, and I look down at the bulge in his pants. “What did I just say? Are you asking to suck my cock, right now?” he challenges, stalking toward me until my back hits a wall.

His hand wraps around my neck with just a bit of pressure. He lowers his mouth behind my ear, then whispers, “I would love it more than you know, but I want to fuck your sweet little pussy first before I slide down your throat.” A moan escapes and my body shivers with heat.

He lowers one of my bra straps, sliding his finger over the tops of my breasts to the other side and does the same thing to the strap. His touch radiates through me. Rob grasps the cups and pulls them down while staring at my face. “I want to possess every inch of you and do it all over again. I’ve never wanted anything or anyone more than I want you and need you, Rebecca.”

“What are you going to do about that?” I challenge with my voice raw and shaking with desire.

“I’m about to show you over and over again,” he drawls out. The first time his lips graze my breasts, I moan. His tongue circles my nipple before he sucks on my nipple using his other hand to pluck the other one. Then he switches off between them and back again. I can’t stop the flooding of lust hitting me deep in my core. I want to feel him take me until I’m crying out in my first orgasm. He releases my breasts with a pop and then kisses me wildly. I fall into his kiss lost in passion.

His hands slide down my waist and to the front of my pants, unclasps them and lowering the zipper while kissing me the entire time. I watch with anxious pleasure as he drops down to his knees and taking my pants with him. Slowly he gently kisses my waist, then the edge of my waistband on my panties, continuing south until I feel his lips on my pussy, sucking on the fabric. My hips buck forward, greedily hunting for more. He growls again, nudging them to the side, and slipping his tongue along my slit. I moan, violently grasping his hair as he makes me fall over the edge, coming on his mouth and his tongue. My panties are still on, and I’ve already come for him.

“I need you now,” he grunts, standing and picking me up in his arms, kissing me once more as I wrap my legs around him. We head upstairs and into a bedroom. He doesn’t break the kiss until he lowers me onto the bed.

I’m so ready to go again. I unsnap my bra tossing it. Next, I reach for my undies to slide them off, but as soon as my fingers grasp the edge, he barks out, “Don’t touch them. I want to unwrap my perfect gift.” They are drenched and only getting wetter with every command. I release my hold on them. In a fit to torment him, I moan and teasingly slide my arms up the bed and onto the pillow, interlocking my fingers. “Such a fucking good girl. I don’t have to spank your pretty ass.” I shouldn’t want him to, but I do so I turn my hips just a bit to give him a view of my ass.