I begin to laugh, but the second he presses his crotch against my ass and I once again feel his hardness, all amusement leaves me.
The door slams behind us, signaling that we’re alone for the first time. A shudder runs down my spine as the silence of the space fills my ears.
Corey leans forward, his increased breaths tickling my ear. “I’ve been dreaming about this since you first fell into my lap last night,” he whispers, his rough voice making my panties even wetter.
I groan in response.
“Then I find you tonight in this sexy little dress, and the only thing I’ve been able to think about is getting you out of it. Discovering if what’s beneath is just as breathtaking.”
My teeth sink into my bottom lip as his fingertips trail across my collarbones before dipping into the cleavage my dress exposes. He runs a line around the swell of my breasts before teasing my nipples beneath the fabric with his thumb. My back arches, my body silently begging for more of his addictive touch. We’re both still fully clothed, yet I’m pretty sure I’ve never felt more desired. More wanted.
His hand drops to the tie that’s knotted at my waist, and his fingers make quick work of undoing it. My dress falls open and my skin erupts in goosebumps as the cool air surrounds me. His fingers continue with their exploration. They run over the lace edging of my bra before descending over my ribs, circling my belly button before tickling along the top of my panties.
“Are you wet for me, Harlow?” he groans, his fingers dropping lower over the lace. I gasp, expecting them to connect with where I need them most, but at the last minute he moves them away.
“Fuck,” I breathe in frustration. He chuckles, but the sound is cut off as I’m suddenly spun around and pushed up against the wall.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he mutters, staring down at my black lace clad body. “You should be fucking illegal.”
His hand reaches for my waist and his lips find mine once more. My fingernails run down his back before clinging to the fabric of his shirt.
Unhappy with him still being fully clothed while I’m here half naked, I make my way to the buttons and begin undoing them. The second the fabric parts, my hands dive inside, desperate to feel his hot, taut skin against them. And shit if that’s not what I find. I knew he was cut—it was obvious even covered in fabric—but as my fingers trail across the definition of his abs, I realize I hadn’t given him enough credit.
My hands slide to his shoulders and I hurriedly push it away. With a little help from him, the fabric flutters to the ground, and, after pulling my lips from his, I get my first look at his sculpted, tattooed chest. It’s pretty mind-blowing. His ink is stunning. It’s intricate, captivating, and clearly holds so many memories and stories. My eyes flick over each one, but I don’t get a chance to fully absorb everything because his hands drop to his waist and his fingers flick open the button before his pants fall to the floor, leaving him standing in just a pair of tight black boxer briefs. The fabric strains against his steel length, and my need to reach out and take it in my hand is almost too much to bear. I suck on my bottom lip as my fingers twitch to feel how hot and smooth he is.
His thumb presses against my chin and successfully pulls my lip free. “Save the sucking for later, eh?” he says with a wink before his lips crash to mine once again.
My dress is pulled from my shoulders before I’m lifted. The coldness of the wall bites into my back, but the second Corey’s lips trail down over my collarbone and toward my still lace covered breasts, I forget all about it.
“I want to fucking devour you, Harlow. You taste so fucking sweet.”
Arching my back, I offer myself to him, desperate for him to release my swollen, heavy breasts.
“Fuck,” he barks, slipping his hand around my back and releasing the clasp.
The relief is instant, and in another second the item of clothing is discarded and Corey is staring down at my chest like it’s the first pair he’s ever seen. We’ve not discussed our sexual history, thank fuck, but I highly doubt this is his first showing.
With his hips pinning me to the wall, he palms my breasts. Then dropping his head, he sucks one of my nipples into his hot, greedy mouth. My head bangs back against the wall, but I don’t feel anything other than the electric bolt that shoots straight between my legs.
“Oh fuck, that’s good.”
“Yeah?” he mumbles, smiling around my peak.
“Yeah. Ooooh,” I groan as he begins licking around my breasts and nipping at the sensitive skin while pinching my other nipple almost painfully hard.
Everything he’s doing feels incredible, but it’s not enough. My hips grind and he groans as I rub against him.
“Harlow, fuck.” Every time he speaks, his voice is deeper, rougher, more desperate, and it only helps to feed my desire.
I moan in frustration as his hands leave my heavy breasts in favor of my ass, but the second I’m pulled from the wall I know it’s going to be worth it.
He walks us directly to the bed and drops me onto it. I bounce a couple of times and he watches in fascination before reaching out and pulling my panties down my legs. I lay before him, totally bare, but my lust and the remaining alcohol in my system stops me feeling exposed. I’m too desperate for what comes next to care that he’s the first man to stare at my naked body for longer than I’m willing to admit.
His eyes pause for a second on my breasts before he makes his way down over my stomach, hips, and all the way to my knees.
I’m enjoying the tingles his stare brings, but his eyes on me alone aren’t enough. As he slowly starts to make his way back up, I lift my feet to the bed and spread my knees.
“Fuuuuck,” he groans, his eyes flying to my core.
He drops to his knees, throws my legs over his shoulders, and drags me to the edge of the bed.
“I need you on my fucking tongue. Right now.”
He’s barely finished the words before his fingers open me up and his tongue licks up the length of my core.
“Oh shit.” My hands fist the sheets beneath me, and I fight the need to buck away from his mouth. I’m so sensitive that his leisurely strokes verge on being too much to handle.
He must sense it because he keeps his movements slow and measured for the longest time, driving me higher and higher toward the mind-numbing bliss I’m desperate for.
My hands release the sheets in favor of his hair. I pull, probably painfully, but now I can almost taste what’s coming for me, I need everything he’s got.
One of his fingers teases my entrance and I moan his name, shamelessly pleading for more.
“Corey, fuck. Please.”
At my encouragement, his fingers dive inside me. My walls ripple around the invasion. It’s uncomfortable for a beat, but the second he bends them and finds that one special spot, I forget everything, even my own goddamn name as I fly towards ecstasy.
“Oh God. Oh God,” I chant before a loud cry falls from my lips as I crash over the edge.
I thrash about on the bed, but at no point do I release his hair and allow him to pull away from me.
When I’ve finally come back to Earth, he strokes me a few more times, enticing a series of aftershocks to rock my body.
“Fuck,” he mutters when he eventually emerges, his mouth glistening with my arousal.