Hardwired (The Hardwired Series) (Volume 1) (18 page)

In sync with the song, I pressed my ass into him, feeling a wild frenzy to be close to someone, to feel that physical contact I’d been craving for days now. The song came to a close and merged into the next, slightly changing our rhythm and bringing us even closer. His erection became more pronounced. Arousal prickled my skin and my head fell back. His hand circled my waist and he kissed my neck. A hot, open-mouthed kiss that had me panicking slightly. I looked down and recognized the hands holding onto me like they owned me. Blake’s.

I froze. He spun me around to face him. Before either of us could speak, I slid my hands to his hair and tugged him down. I kissed him hard, like I had in the limo. If Alli and Jess hadn’t been with me, I would have climbed him right there among the hundreds of other hot, sweaty, and sexually charged people.

He pulled away abruptly, leaving me bereft, but the discomfort of not being connected was soon derailed by the knowledge that I was being led from the dance floor and down a hallway away from the chaos that once surrounded us.

We traveled farther until the hallway split. On the left, a tall thickly-built man stood guard near a door. Blake approached the bouncer and pressed a bill into his hand, who nodded toward the door. We entered what appeared to be another private VIP area. A2n ambient light filled the room, which was quite large and entirely unoccupied. Dark red velvet couches lined the walls along two sides, and along another a private bar lit up with everything a good party might need.

“What is this?”

Blake closed the door behind us and wasted no time pinning me to it.

“This is where I’m going to fuck you without interruptions.”

He hitched my leg over his hip and pressed into me. I gasped as he ground into me, connecting with my clit in just the right way.

Blake’s hands were everywhere as he kissed me. He massaged my breasts through the tight thin fabric before freeing them easily from the strapless top. I spilled out of the dress and he caught my nipple in his mouth, palming my other breast with his hand. A violent craving burned inside me, so potent I would have done nearly anything in that moment if not for the niggling doubt that lingered.

One last time
, I thought.
But how many times will you end up telling yourself that?
My inner voice could be a real bitch sometimes, but I kept her around for a reason.

“Wait.”

Blake’s hand slammed against the door beside me. “Christ, Erica. Wait for what?”

“I want you, Blake. More than anything else right now or possibly ever. But I can’t share you with someone else.”

“Jesus, who said anything about sharing?” He shoved his hands through his hair and stepped back.

The anger combined with the sexual energy coming off of him scared me. I’d seen him wound tight before, but not like this.

“I don’t know what’s between you and Sophia, and I’m not about to tell you how to live your life. I get the whole casual sex thing, but the way I feel about you…I just don’t think I can do it.” I rubbed at the tightness in my chest.

Blake wasn’t like the other guys I’d been with. In fact he was nowhere close to them, and being with him had turned my entire philosophy on sex and relationships upside down. Now I was falling hard for him, and the idea of him being with Sophia, now or ever, was more than I could bear. An infidelity with Blake would break me.

“What makes you think I’m having casual sex with Sophia? Because I’d like to have words with whoever is telling you these things.”

I stared at him. “She implied that you were—I just assumed…”

He grimaced, as if he’d just tasted something unpleasant. “Well, I’ll be speaking with her then. But you need to know that there is absolutely nothing between us. There hasn’t been for years.”

“Yes, Heath corroborated your story already,” I said, cutting him short.

“It’s not a story. It’s the truth. What the hell do I have to do for you to believe me?”

 
“I don’t know,” I said, wilting against the door, wishing my conscience could just shut up and let us be.

Blake closed the distance between us, holding my shoulders and stroking the tops of my arms with his thumbs, sending waves of relief over me.

“You were being so cold, so distant earlier,” I whispered, barely audible over the hum of the music outside. “I never know what you’re thinking,”

He sighed. “I’m not exactly used to women running away from me, at least with the frequency that you do. Give me a chance to figure this out.”

Our eyes met and my heart stopped.

“Erica—” He tipped my face to meet his.

He kissed me deeply and slowly, exploring every opportunity to tantalize me with his tongue, making my knees impossibly weaker.

“You’re the only one I want.”

“You’re mine.” I breathed back into him, drunk on his taste and scent.

“If you could stop running away from me for five goddamn minutes, I could have told you that.”

My lips lifted and I kissed him again, licking and teasing. He growled in response, lifting me up and coaxing my legs around him.

“Now let me show you,” he said.

I nodded. I couldn’t speak for tomorrow or the day after that, but nothing else would come between us tonight. He slid his hands under my skirt, and with a sudden jerk, he ripped the delicate fabric of my panties. He tossed them to the side, carried me to one of the long velvet couches, and laid me down. He lowered himself above me, caging me with his arms.
 
I arched toward him, knowing it wouldn’t be long now before he was inside me again, where I’d wanted him ever since I left him days ago. He pinned me with his hips, rocking into me, a promise of what was to surely come. I unbuttoned his shirt quickly and my nipples dragged across the soft hairs of his chest.

He fingered me gently, gliding through my wet folds and curling up to reach the sensitive spot inside of me while kneading the hard knot of my clit with the heel of his hand. I quivered on the edge of release. He slowed and made his way south, trailing kisses along my inner thigh.

I tried to urge him back up to me with little success. “Please, Blake, don’t make me wait.”

“I want to taste you, baby,” he said, pumping into me with this fingers.

I cried out, nearly insane with desire. “I need you inside me. Now!”

My nerves were raw, and the promise of his merciless style of fucking only spurred my craving. With that, his fingers left me and he undid the clasp on his trousers, lowering them only enough to free his cock. I caught his hard length in my hands, circling his hot skin with my own and appreciating what I knew he could do for me as I positioned him at my sex and guided him inside. Slow and deep, he rooted fully. The sensation was searing and intense.

Complete.

I fought the surge of emotion that came over me with the connection. I kissed him frantically, our tongues tangled in the heat of the moment.
I need this.
I need you.

“Fuck me, Blake.” I shifted restlessly beneath him, wild for the friction of his cock moving inside me. I wanted to own him and be owned, and this was the only way I knew how to make sure he couldn’t think about anyone but me.

He drove into me, hard and deep, again and again until I came with his name on my lips, tears sliding down my face as the waves crashed over me. I tried wiping them away before he could see them, but he intercepted them with his mouth, salve on the intensity of my release and the pain of our separation these past few days. He slowed momentarily before changing the angle and increasing the depth of his punishing strokes. I clung to the precipice of another orgasm.

“More,” I whimpered, tossing my head back and forth, overwhelmed by every sensation yet needing more. “Deeper.”

He stopped suddenly and my breath hitched. He flipped me over to my belly and lifted my knees beneath me, slapping me on the ass so hard I yelped, the pain of it stunning me back into reality. Before I could protest, he shoved his cock back inside of me with a force that almost knocked the wind out of me.

He pulled out completely and bent over me, leaving me empty and aching. “No more running away from me, Erica. I mean it.” His voice was hoarse and his breath hot against my neck.

“Blake, please,” I moaned, rocking back into him.

“Promise me.”

“Yes. I promise.”

He straightened and his palm made sharp contact in the same place, the sting sizzling under the sensation of his cock ruthlessly powering into me. He withdrew again.
 
I pressed back into him, the need to orgasm with him inside me destroying my inhibitions. He answered my plea, steadily pumping into me, and when his hand made contact with my ass again, I clenched around him uncontrollably, crushing his cock with the walls of my pussy.

“More,” I cried.

He picked up the pace, never breaking the connection and shattering me with every measured slap. My body shuddered, every muscle tensing beyond my will as he brought me to the very edge. I moaned into the couch, my fingernails clawing at the expensive fabric, and I came with a scream that the bouncer very likely heard. Blake ground out his own release, emptying himself into me with a shuddery sigh, his breath gusting on my neck as he bent over me. He stilled, then circled my waist and turned me to face him, meeting me with a gentle breathy kiss.

“That was different,” I murmured, boneless and punch—well, slap-drunk.

“You liked it,” he said.

I moaned and tightened my legs around him.

He smirked. “For being such a bossy little minx, you make a great submissive.”

My eyes shot open. “I would hardly describe myself as
submissive
.”

“You say that like it’s a dirty word.”

“It is to me. I don’t—”

“Wait, before you start, let me just ask you this. Do you want me to do that again sometime?”

I blinked, suddenly embarrassed that he was going to make me admit it. Getting spanked in the heat of the moment felt very different from negotiating it face to face. “I don’t know. Maybe.”

“Good, because I plan to.” His face left no doubt that he was serious, his voice hard and clipped.

I wanted to argue, to tell him to fuck off and get lost, but I was getting turned on by the very thought of it.

“You’re making me want things I’m not sure I want.”

“You’re allowed to want different things in bed than you do in your everyday life. I promise not to spank you in public.” His face softened with a smile. “Unless you’re a very bad girl.” He took my nipple in his mouth and grazed the hardened tip with his teeth.

Oh
,
I love that
. I tightened at the sensation and panted softly.

Blake gave my nipple another hard suck and rolled the other between his fingertips, twisting the flesh just enough to inflict the perfect measure of pain.

“How do I know this isn’t just the next phase of you dominating every part of my life? First the apartment, now this…” I breathed, barely able to string the thought together.

“That’s a compelling idea, but I hardly think you’d let me get away with it.” He brushed his lips along my collarbone, suckling my neck as he continued to taunt my nipples with his fingers.

I bowed my chest into his palm, and a satisfied smile spread across his face as he pulled away and stood. He was still hard, a thrilling show of his stamina, but when he tucked himself back into his pants, I huffed.

“Don’t pout. Let me take you home,” he said, the promise of more twinkling in his eyes.

* * *

We barreled through the doors of the condo and I had Blake flat beneath me on the crimson bedspread of the guest bed in a matter of seconds, exactly where I’d wanted him for days. After his earlier punishments and our little conversation on being his submissive, I was still wild with lust for him. Frenzied, I removed his shirt, licking and nipping at the skin leading to his pants, tugging him free. He sat up and stripped me out of my dress. Naked and filled with longing, I let my hands roam over his fevered skin while he traced the contours of my torso with his mouth, worshipping me inch by inch. His soft breath warmed my oversensitive skin and piqued my craving.

“Erica, God, your body is amazing,” he whispered, his voice low.

I could almost taste his fervor, the determination to possess me in every way. He slid his hands from my shoulders to my wrists, binding them in his one hand behind me. I bit my lip and moaned, pleasuring myself with the little movement he allowed me by rubbing myself on his cock, back and forth over my clit until I quickened with need.

He tightened his hold on me, and an irrational fear sliced through me. I stilled, my breasts jutting out shamelessly toward him. My heartbeat was frantic as I warred with instincts that would never let me give any man this much control.

“Blake, I don’t know,” I said, my voice quivering with a confusing mix of fear and desire as he held me captive.

He kissed me tenderly. “I’m going to take care of you.”

His voice left no doubt, and his face was calm and reassuring, more controlled than I could ever hope to be under the circumstances. I looked into his eyes and my heart ached for what I felt for this man.

“I’ll never hurt you.” He traced my lips with the pad of his thumb.

I trusted Blake with my body. With him, I had never felt safer, or more vulnerable.

The tension in my muscles that had me on edge, ready to fight, released.

Ready to give myself to whatever he had planned, I kissed him back. My heart raced, anticipation overtaking the fear.

Blake banded an arm around my hips, lifting them slightly before we connected, and I slid carefully onto the scorching heat of his erection. He took my hardened nipple into his mouth, flicking the tip with his tongue and his teeth like he had in the club. The dual sensations overwhelmed me, but also held me captive. I couldn’t release any of the energy that coursed through me by touching him or hastening our movements. Instead, it lingered inside me, built up like a ball of fire dying for oxygen waiting to explode and enflame everything around me.

He arched his pelvis, pumping into me over and over and rendering my own undulations unnecessary. He circled my clit with his thumb, taking control of every movement with expert skill until I idled perilously on the brink of rapture. My muscles tensed against the bonds of his strong warm hands bending me to his will.