Control Me (8 page)

I was on the brink. With each stroke, I was getting closer. He knew because he brought a finger down and circled my clit, pumping harder. Faster. His other hand released my ass cheek to clutch my shoulder, and his entire length rammed inside me. I came. Hard and loud. “Oh, fuck!” I screamed.

There it was. The scream he’d been waiting for—the one I was trying to hold back. At the sound of it, he growled, slowing his strokes but pushing deeper. Then he gasped, lifted me up so my back was against his chest, and sucked on my neck. I felt his entire body lock up behind me, and a mix of a groan and a sigh rolled through his damp lips. He cupped my breasts, and after three abrupt and rigid strokes, his body slowly began to relax. He groaned, his arms going lax around me.

I rolled my head back, placing it on his shoulder. “See,” he breathed. “Just fucking.”

I fought a smile as he released me, then turned to face him. “I know. I got a little out of hand last night. That’s all.”

His face remained content, his hard, brown gaze holding mine. The longer he stared at me, the more uncomfortable I became, so I backed away and walked around him to collect my dress off the floor. He was quiet as he watched me get dressed, and I pretended he wasn’t even there. What was he thinking? It was almost like he could see right through me—down to the core.

“I know what happened.” Carlos finally spoke up, and I turned around, combing my fingers through my hair.

“What do you mean?” I asked, nearly breathless.

“I know why you overreacted last night.”

I blinked.

“You were engaged before. You went to Spain to give your fiancé a surprise visit but caught him in bed with another woman.”

My eyes became glossy. “H-how do you know that?”

“I spoke with Claire this morning.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Why would she tell you?”

“Trust me,” he said, going for his dress pants. “She put up a fight. She wasn’t sure about telling me the details.”

“But?”

“But… she figured I needed to know. She doesn’t want me doing anything to hurt you.”

I swallowed. “Well, you can’t hurt me. As you said before we’re
just fucking
.”

He gave me a dull look, buckling his belt. “I know about your attachment issues as well. Your fears… Your
phobia
.”

I frowned, taking a step back.
What the fuck?
“Okay… that’s enough.”

“There’s no reason to be ashamed, Mya. We all have our problems.”

“But that’s none of your business,” I snapped. “How would you even know about that?”

He pressed his lips, buttoning his vest. After he was dressed, he took a seat on the edge of his desk, running his eyes up and down the length of my body. His gaze was way too penetrating. I had to go before he said anything else. Those days—those fears and that phobia—were behind me. 

I headed for the door, but before I could pull it open, Carlos called my name. I glanced back slowly, meeting his chocolate eyes. With a faint smile, he said, “Isaac is outside waiting. I’ll see you for lunch.”

I wanted to tell him fuck no. I really did. He had no right to go snooping. He had no right to look into my personal life. If this was just sex then why was he looking for answers? What was it that he wanted?

Yanking the door open, I stepped out, but before I rushed away from his office and down the hallway, I said, “Yes, Carlos. Lunch. Prepare to get the best fuck of your life.”

Of course, before I could get away, I heard him give a throaty chuckle. But as I hopped into the backseat of Isaac’s car, I couldn’t stop thinking about what he said. How did he find out about my phobia? That was months ago, and I was promised everything would remain confidential when I spoke with my therapist. I hadn’t even told Claire about it, but she’d witnessed me spiral before. She never wanted to see that happen to me again.

Montero was getting under my skin. He knew too much. I had to know more about him, and it seemed the only way I was going to be able to do that was with the power of pussy. Pussy made men weak, even strong, dominant men like Carlos. It made them say and do shit they normally wouldn’t do if it was good enough.

First, I was going to find out how he knew about my past—my secrets—and then I would find out more about him. I was sure a man like Carlos had secrets. I was sure he harbored demons and lies. He was young and successful, and no one knew anything about him. With the two days I had left, I was going to figure something out.

LUNCH

It was nearing 1:30 in the afternoon when the door creaked open. In came Carlos who kept his gaze forward as the door partially slammed behind him. I smirked, watching as he unbuttoned his suit jacket and placed it on the back of one of the barstools. His eyes didn’t dare drift from mine; his steps were measured. I wasn’t sure what he was thinking, but I had a clue.

There I was, sitting completely naked on the ottoman with my legs crossed. The only thing I wore was a pair of strappy, red heels. My hair swam at my shoulders, and with each step he took, my smirk transformed into a full-blown smile.

“You have no idea how hard I’m going to fuck you right now, do you?” Carlos questioned, taking the last step in front of me.

I had to keep being bold, so I gently ran my hand up his thigh and used the other to grip his hip. “How hard?” I asked in a whisper.

“So hard I just might break you,” he said, his voice low and gruff.

My belly heated, my core constricting. Carlos started to lift me up, but I shook my head, toying with the buckle of his belt. He paused, watching as I unbuckled it and then unzipped his pants. “Let’s not rush this. We have time,” I murmured.

He licked his lips, staring down at me with intense, desperate eyes.

With my pulse rapidly climbing, I remained focused on his pants. I lowered them to his ankles, and his cock stood firmly in his briefs. He was hard… so ready for me. I couldn’t believe I was making him feel this way. I hadn’t even done anything yet.

Slipping my finger beneath the waistband of his grey briefs, I lowered them, inch-by-inch. I made sure to take my time, and in response, he groaned as if he could wait no longer.

I smiled, glancing up to meet his eyes. His were still locked on mine. He wasn’t going to look away. No, of course he wasn’t, not when he knew what was about to happen. His briefs were down in no time, and his cock was pointed right at me. He was fully erect, a trickle of pre-cum at the tip, waiting to be licked away. As if he were tired of waiting, Carlos palmed the back of my head and pushed his hips forward, his nostrils flared. His cock touched my lips, and I slid my tongue out, circling the head.

He shuddered.

I did it again.

He smirked and gripped my hair tighter. He wanted me to take him whole. He was tired of waiting. I refused. I wanted to make him wait. I loved teasing him. He was growing impatient. Although I was soaking wet, I could wait.

“Don’t play games with me, Mya,” Carlos growled.

“This isn’t a game, Carlos,” I replied.

“Then suck my dick. Don’t fuck around.” His words came out harsh, but for some reason, they turned me on even more. My nipples grew taut, my throat working up and down as I palmed his thick member in my hand. “I wouldn’t keep stalling,” Carlos murmured. “Once I’m in your mouth, there’s no going back. Once I’m in there, you’ll be sorry you made me wait.”

Oh. Shit.

Had I gone too far?

By the look in his eyes and the way his voice had changed, I figured maybe I had. Maybe Carlos wasn’t as patient as I thought when it came to sex. But then I thought about the last few times we had sex, and not once had I put my lips around him. Not once had I given him the satisfaction he’d given me. He had a right to be impatient when it came to this.

No more games, Mya,
I scolded myself. I looked up at Carlos and parted my lips. He thrust himself into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I gagged as he rammed his way into my mouth, but I didn’t pull back. He’d given his warning. I’d made him wait a little too long.

With a mixture of a sigh and a groan, Carlos thrust in and out of my mouth, gripping my hair tighter and glaring down at me with thin, dark eyes. His nostrils flared again, and I moaned around his thickness.

He stopped thrusting and tilted his head. Releasing my hair, he brought his hand down and ran it across my jawline. “Fine,” he murmured. “Suck.”

I conceded without an ounce of hesitation. He was cutting me a break, and I figured since he was doing that, he wanted the best head he’d ever had. I could manage that… right?

Cupping his balls, I brought his length further into my mouth. His lips parted, and as I sucked slowly, his head tipped back, his eyes squeezing shut. He pulsed in my mouth, and each time I massaged his balls, he’d groan and tighten his grip in my hair. Yes, it was painful, but I got more pleasure out of it than anything. I loved the way he touched me. I loved the way he made me feel like I was his, but also like I wasn’t his at all. It was hard to explain and even harder to process, but I enjoyed this… whatever
this
was.

Carlos’s cock hit the back of my throat, and he sighed. I wrapped my hand around his length, leaving my tongue and lips around his tip, and stroked him while sucking and licking. That seemed to be what he was waiting for.

“Fuck,” he growled, lowering his gaze. “You are so fucking good at this.”

I was grateful for his compliment—in fact, it gave me even more drive. It made my pussy tingle and my core ache with need. It made my nipples hard and put my body at an all-time high. Holy fuck I couldn’t take this anymore. I needed this man inside me. I needed him badly.

I stopped sucking and stroking, and he looked down with a frown. Before he could say anything, I pushed him towards the sofa, and he flopped down, glaring up at me as if I’d lost my mind. I knew I’d switch roles. He was the one that was supposed to be in charge, not me, but for some reason, he didn’t protest. He didn’t dare change a thing.

As I climbed over his lap, I smiled down at him and whispered, “I told you to prepare to get the best fuck of your life.”

His upper lip curled in response. Then he murmured, “Is that right?

I nodded, licking my bottom lip.

His voice was low when he said, “Well,
fuck me
then.”

That was my ambition—my boost. I lowered my body, and once I felt his tip at my entrance, I ran my tongue across my lips. Carlos clutched my ass as I sank deeper and deeper, engulfing his cock. With each inch, a small gasp would slip out of me. He was so big… so long. He filled me up completely, and I loved it.

Once he was fully inside, he squeezed my ass, pressed his forehead to mine, and growled the words, “Fuck. Me.”

I gripped his shoulders and thrust back and forth, up and down. Every time I lifted up and plopped down, he’d spank my ass. I’d yelp, but I’d do it again. The pain and pleasure… it was undeniable. It was fucking amazing.

His eyes bore into mine as I swiveled and jerked atop his massive length. He lifted his hands and held onto my waist as I thrust forward and back, side to side. Oh my word, he felt amazing. And I felt powerful. I felt good. I was fucking the shit out of Carlos Montero, and he was enjoying it. I could tell by the way his nostrils flared and how hard he fought to keep his eyes from rolling to the back of his head. He loved this just as much as me, yet he wanted to keep control in some way.

Before I knew it, I was no longer on top of Carlos. I was lying on my back, and he was between my legs, easing his way inside me. He had one of my knees up against my chest, and I brought the other up to hook around his waist.

He pounded his way inside me, thrusting slow and fast, causing me to yelp and scream his name. “Didn’t think you’d have control the entire time, did you?” he asked through labored pants.

He tipped his head down and his lips crushed mine, his hand gripping my waist. With his sweet tongue toying inside my mouth, I could no longer hold on to my restraint. He was bringing me higher and higher, fucking me like a wild man, tasting me… sucking me.

His thrusts became rigid, and he tore his lips away, grunting as his face fell into the crook of my neck. “Oh, fuck, Carlos!” I screamed.

He grunted harder, slamming into my throbbing pussy.

I was coming. It was out of control. I couldn’t control myself. My back arched. Carlos sucked my nipple, and then he groaned just as I released a shrill cry. His strokes weakened, and I stilled, not daring to lose the position I was in. My body bucked and shuddered as I drenched his cock. He released my nipple, panting roughly as he thrust into me once more and then collapsed on top of me.