I kept licking her like I had all night—because I had. I wanted her shaking. I wanted her coming on my tongue before I evengot inside her. My cock throbbed against my jeans just thinking about it.
She rocked against me once, then ground down harder.
I groaned and held her tighter. “That’s it. Take what you need.”
Her sounds grew louder, wilder. She bit back a moan, her hand flying up to cover her mouth.
I caught her wrist. “Don’t. I want every sound. I fucking need it tonight.”
She let her hand drop. “Then don’t stop,” she breathed.
I went back to her, licking and sucking until her thighs shook against my ears.
Her breathing turned rough. Her legs locked up, hips jerking.
I stayed right there until her whole body went tight. She came hard against my mouth with a broken moan she didn’t try to hold back.
My cock ached, straining against my jeans. I reached down and yanked the zipper open just to get some relief. I stayed on my knees another second, breathing hard against her thigh, trying to get myself under control.
My legs burned as I pushed to my feet and pulled her with me. I walked her backward across the room until her back hit the full-length mirror. With one hand, I shoved my boxers down just enough to free myself. Then I kissed her hard and turned her so she faced the glass.
“Hands right there,” I said against her ear. “I want you to watch.”
She placed her palms flat against the glass. I stepped in close behind her, pressing my chest to her back.
“Look at us,” I muttered. “You’re already shaking and I haven’t even fucked you yet.”
In the reflection, my chest was flushed, my hair wrecked from her hands. I was hard and heavy against her bare ass. Ireached into my back pocket, pulled out the condom, and tore it open with my teeth. She followed my movements in the mirror.
“You came prepared,” she said, her voice thin and raspy.
“Starlin’, of course I came prepared.” I rolled it on. “You think I carry these because I wanted to take some stranger back to my room tonight?”
I met her eyes in the mirror and shook my head.
“No. I was just wishing, hoping, fucking praying you’d end up here with me. That maybe this wasn’t just in my head.”
She swallowed. “Of course it wasn’t. I just… the job. I wasn’t supposed to?—”
I gripped the back of her neck and cut her off with a kiss. “Don’t worry about that right now. Just relax. Let me make you feel good.”
I rubbed the head of my cock against her. She was already dripping wet. I sank in deep until my hips were flush against her ass, then held there, my jaw clenched.
She was fluttering, gripping me, trying to pull me deeper. After wanting her so fucking bad, this was everything.
I thrust into her slow. “You look so damn pretty like this.”
She was leaving tomorrow. But staring at her in the mirror, watching her eyes go dark as she took every inch, any sense I had left got torched. I’d spent a month fighting this, and now she was wrapped around my cock like she belonged there.
Every time I pushed forward she made another sound, and it drove me out of my mind.
I kept one hand on her hip and braced the other on the wall so I could watch us. Her nipple strained against her tank top. Her fingers slipped down the glass, struggling to hold on.
“Brock,” she moaned. “Harder. Please.”
I gave it to her. My fingers dug into the soft curve of her hip, locking her in place. Every thrust stabbed fire down myleft shoulder, yet the ache only made me clamp her harder, pounding her rougher.
I couldn’t slow down when she was moaning like that. Not when she pushed back against me like she needed it just as bad.