Pinning It Down

by Lexxie Couper

  “So good.” She tugged on his hair again, bucking into his penetrations. “So freaking good.”

  He squeezed her breast and pinched her nipple and rolled her clit…and she flooded all over his hand.

  “Oh my God!” she cried, a stunned laugh vibrating through the words.

  Head swimming, body on fire, he pulled his fingers free of her sex and painted her nipple with her release.

  She then closed her eyes, lips curling in a pleasured smile, realisation filling her face.

  Lowering his head, he sealed his lips around her glistening nipple and sucked, returning his hand to her still-wet seam. The taste of her orgasm filled his mouth.

  It wasn’t enough.

  More. He wanted more.

  He ran his fingers over her pussy lips, her clit, and then, releasing her nipple with a pop, painted the puckered tip with her cum once more.

  *

  Holy crap.

  A ragged moan fell from her as Erik circled her nipple with his tongue and attacked it with fierce flicks.

  “Oh God, don’t stop.” She tightened her fist in his hair, clawing at the back of his neck with her other hand. Another orgasm grew deep in her core, a warm tension radiating through her entire body, stealing her ability to breathe and think properly.

  How could something so simple be so good? She’d had her nipples licked before, but not like this. The idea of Erik lapping her juices from her breast pushed it all to an intensity she couldn’t fathom. It was dirty and intimate and so freaking arousing, another orgasm rushed at her.

  “Erik…” She pulled at his hair and dug her blunt nails into his shoulder. Fire. She was on fire, burning up. Every fibre in her body tingled and tightened and craved everything he could give her. And so much more. “Erik…I want…want…”

  He suckled her nipple, kneaded her other breast as he did so, and then fingered her clit again. Raw pleasure consumed her, a mounting wave crashing through her limbs. Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh—

  Everything shattered as she came again, light and colour fusing in her mind as she squeezed her eyes shut and cried out his name.

  The wall behind her barely kept her upright. Her knees threatened to betray her.

  Oh God, it’s so good. So good.

  “Christ, Bebe,” Erik murmured in her ear, his strong, hard body flattening against hers, even as he continued to tease her clit, “I’ll never get tired of hearing you come.”

  “Good,” she rasped, smiling, eyes still closed, limbs trembling. “Because I expect you to make me come every day.”

  He chuckled, and then branded the side of her neck again. “That’s my girl.”

  A shiver of delight rippled through her. The possessiveness in his voice turned her on so much, her pussy contracted with damn near painful need.

  “Fuck me, Erik.” She opened her eyes and gazed into his. “I want you inside me so much it hurts.”

  His nostrils flared. “Against the wall?”

  “For starters.”

  He chuckled, and then took a step backward.

  She slumped against the wall and watched as he stripped off his clothes. First suit jacket, then tie and shirt. Her mouth turned dry. Holy crap, his chest…his shoulders…his six-pack…

  Before she realise it, she’d pushed herself from the wall and trailed her fingers over his chest. Sculpted and hard and smooth, as were his abs. Oh God, had she ever felt anything so exquisite?

  “Bebe…” He snared her wrist and moved her hand up to his chest again, placing her fingers on his nipple. His gaze locked with hers as she pinched the tiny point of flesh.

  He hissed, the sound turning to a groan as she leant forward and took his nipple into her mouth and sucked.

  He held her head to his chest for a moment before, with a gentle tug, he brought her lips up to his.

  The kiss was far from gentle, however. His tongue was savage against hers, as were his hands as they grabbed her breast, her arse.

  Her pussy flooded with warmth and she reached for his belt.

  Tearing his mouth from hers, breath choppy, he yanked the buckle open before doing the same with his pants.

  “Holy…fuzzbucket,” Bebe breathed as he dropped his pants and boxers and kicked them aside.

  He’s a god. A freaking sex god.

  Gorgeous, muscular, the perfect example of the male form. His cock jutted upward, thicker and longer than any she’d encountered, its bulbous tip glistening with beads of pre-cum. Saliva filled her mouth at the sight.

  She didn’t wait. She didn’t want to.

  Dropping to her knees, she licked the shiny beads from his skin.

  “Oh Christ, babe.” He tangled a hand in her hair, held her there long enough for Bebe to suck his length into her mouth once, twice, three times, and then pulled her off him.

  Looking up, her breath shallow, she slowly licked her top lip.

  He groaned. “Do that again and I’ll blow in your mouth.”

  Her sex pulsed. God, tasting him, swallowing him? How incredible would that be?

  She leant forward, closing her fingers around the root of his cock.

  “Uh-uh, babe.” He stopped her by tightening his hand in her hair again. “If it’s okay with you, I want to come in your hot pussy first.”

  A rush of giddy power flooded through her. If she closed her mouth over his cock again, he wouldn’t stop her. Like their first time on his front porch, he wouldn’t move or act without her consent, without her approval. She knew that, felt it in her gut, in her heart. In her soul.

  If she wanted to go down on him right now, he’d let her. If she wanted to suck every drop of cum from his cock, he’d groan her name and give it to her. She could do it.

  She traced her fingertip up his rigid length, charting the thick veins throbbing beneath his stretched skin, until she got to his weeping tip. A fresh bead formed at his tiny slit and she leant forward and licked it off.

  Erik groaned. His cock jerked.

  Smiling, she licked the next bead oozing from his tip, and then straightened to her feet and swiped her tongue along his bottom lip.

  “Christ, Bebe.” He cupped the sides of her face in his hands, gazing into her eyes as he traced the exact path over her lip with his own tongue.

  She damn near melted.

  “Make love to me, Erik,” she whispered.

  He brushed his lips against hers—she could smell him, his pleasure, on his skin…his breath—and then scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the sofa.

  “I’ll try to be gentle,” he said as he placed her on the cushions.

  She shook her head. “Don’t be gentle. Be you. With me.”

  His nostrils flared, a shaky breath burst from him, and he crushed her mouth in a wild, almost savage kiss. Its intensity, its frenzied hunger flooded her sex with liquid heat. She slid her hands up his chest to the back of his neck, but he snared her wrists and pinned them to the cushion above her head. She arched her spine, thrusting her breasts upward as she rubbed her thighs together. Her clit ached, demanding attention.

  He dragged his lips from her mouth, bit her chin, her jaw, the side of her neck.

  She rolled her head, wanting more. Needing the suction of his mouth, his love, on her flesh. God knows how she’d hide the hickies at work—she doesn’t own that much foundation or BB cream—but she didn’t care. Erik marking her as his turned her on so freaking much. As did his hand trapping her wrists together on the sofa as he cupped and squeezed her breast, her hip, her arse.

  He returned his attention to her mouth, assaulting it again with his tongue and teeth. She whimpered, drowning in the rush of his carnal lust for her.

  The sound excited him more. He shoved her legs apart and plunged a finger into her sex, stroking her G-spot over and over until a swift, hard orgasm smashed through her.

  She bucked and thrashed, and then cried out in protest as he suddenly pulled away from both her and the sofa.

  “Where…” she rasped. “What…”


  “Condom,” he said, striding over to where his pants lay in a crumpled mess on the floor.

  Struggling to catch her breath, every fibre in her body on fire, her pussy still pulsing and contracting from her abrupt climax, she shifted on the sofa.

  “Don’t move, babe,” he ordered, snatching up his pants and removing his wallet. “Don’t even close your legs.”

  Arching an eyebrow at him, she settled back, spreading her thighs wide again.

  He turned back to face her, devouring her naked body, her exposed sex, with a hungry stare as he removed a condom from his wallet.

  Okay. Okay, it’s happening.

  Six months of fantasizing about being with him, and it was going to happen.

  Now.

  On her sofa.

  Her heart thumped faster in her chest. She whimpered again, the sight of his teeth tearing open the condom packet undoing something deep inside her.

  Lust and desire and want on a level beyond her comprehension.

  He crossed back to her, a predator closing in on its prey. She was neither vulnerable nor defenceless, but she was his. To take, to own. To claim and to have.

  Utterly.

  Stopping at the side of the sofa, he smoothed a slow hand down her throat, her breasts, her stomach, her inner thigh.

  “Erik,” she breathed. “Please…”

  She couldn’t wait any longer. She needed his thick cock stretching her wide. Filling her.

  Nostrils flaring, he rolled the condom—shiny with lube—down the length of his erection, and then positioned his right knee on the sofa beside hers.

  “I’ll try not to hurt you,” he whispered, a heartbeat before grabbing her hips and yanking her along the sofa until her butt cheeks slammed into the tops of his thighs. His balls mashed against her folds, and then he gripped the very root of his cock and aligned its swollen crown against her clit.

  “Oh God,” she moaned, as he rubbed the tip over and over her button. “Oh God, Erik.”

  She began to squirm, ribbons of pleasure unfurling through her. How many orgasms had he given her in the last several hours? She was too aroused, too undone by pleasure and desire to count. And yet, she wanted more. She wanted every orgasm he could give her.

  Him. Only him.

  Greedy? Maybe…but she didn’t care.

  “The sight of my cock rubbing your clit is almost destroying me, Bebe,” he ground out. “I don’t know if I’ll survive being inside you.”

  “Find out,” she demanded on a moan. “Now. Now. Oh God, please n—”

  He grabbed her hips and buried himself to the hilt in her pussy.

  Chapter 7

  He couldn’t control himself. He tried. Christ, he tried. Tried to be gentle, tried to be slow, but with every thrust, he was fecking undone by the feel of her tight, hot inner walls gripping him. Surrounding him.

  Inside her. You’re inside her…

  Six months of aching for her, aching to be with her, and now he was. Completely and carnally.

  And more. There was no going back from this. And why the fuck would he want to?

  His cock pulsed and she moaned, wrapping a leg around his hip to propel him in deeper.

  “Don’t stop,” she demanded.

  He pounded into her, letting go of her hips so he could capture one of her amazing breasts with his hand, even as he grabbed the back of her thigh. Head already swirling with impending eruption, he withdrew from her to the very rim, and then slammed back in again. Over. And over. And over.

  “Oh yes.” She squeezed him with her muscles. Dragged her heel up and down his back. “Don’t stop! Fuck me harder. Harder!”

  He did. How could he not? She was the ruler of his body, his pleasure, his reason for breathing.

  The room filled with the smell and sound of their lust. He dragged his hand down her bent leg, closer to her entry. So wet. So stretched from his cock.

  “Erik…” She clawed at the back of his neck, his scalp. “Oh Erik…”

  He was on the edge, about to explode. He planted one hand on the cushion beside her head and shoved the other between their bodies. Her juices slicked where their bodies joined, wetting their pubic hair and skin. His head swam again, and then he found her clit in her sodden folds and pinched it.

  “Holy fuck!” She bucked. “Erik!”

  Her body shuddered, her pussy constricted, and she raked her nails over his back, scoring his skin in hot lines of intense pleasurable pain.

  Christ, it was good. Too good.

  The pressure building at the base of his spine detonated. His rhythm turned wild. Fast.

  Brutal.

  And Bebe continued to beg for more, begged him to fuck her harder, harder…

  He ground his teeth, dug his fingers into her hips and slammed into her faster, faster. His rhythm turned erratic and, with a roar, he filled the condom.

  They rode out their orgasms together, moving as one, until both were spent.

  Sated exhaustion swept over Erik. He fought it, not wanting to slump onto her and the sofa. Instead, he slowly withdrew, took care of the condom, and then returned to the living room.

  She was still where he’d left her when he went to the bathroom, drawing lazy circles around her nipple with her fingertips, her legs still spread, her eyes closed. A small, almost secretive smile curled her lips.

  Standing still, he watched her, silent.

  Christ, she was beyond beautiful. And just as wild as he suspected she was.

  Incredible. Perfect.

  He crossed to the sofa, lowered to his knees beside her, and smoothed his palm up her inner thigh.

  Opening her eyes, she smiled at him.

  “Do you believe in love at first sight?”

  Christ, was that really his voice? That husky breath, asking that question?

  Her lips parted and a soft laugh escaped her. “Really?”

  He let out a low chuckle and shook his head. “Okay, that’s putting far more pressure on you then I’d intended. You don’t have to ans—”

  She kissed him. Her fingers tangled in his hair again, and she rose from the sofa to press her upper body against his, sliding her legs on either side of his hips to pull them closer together. Their tongues battled. Her pussy—still slick from her orgasms—kissed his cock.

  The organ stiffened. Throbbed.

  How the hell could he be getting hard again already? All his medical training and knowledge of the human body and how it worked told him it wasn’t very likely. After the core-deep, never-ending orgasm he’d just experienced, it shouldn’t be possible his arteries could open to flood his corpora cavernosa with fresh blood.

  And yet they were.

  Bebe. Had to be. What she did to him, how he felt about her…

  Surprisingly—or maybe not—he was one-hundred percent okay with that.

  A low growl rumbled in his chest when she pulled away. He wasn’t okay with not kissing her.

  Moving her fingers to his jaw, she smiled. “I’m not complaining that you’re here, Erik. Not at all…but I have to get to work. And you should probably go back to that dinner with the board. I don’t want you to get in trouble because of me.”

  A ragged breath tore from him. “I’d forgotten about the world outside.” Smoothing his hands down her back to draw her pussy closer to his growing erection, he grinned. “Call in sick.”

  She chuckled, shook her head and pushed herself from the sofa. “Not all of us have the luxury of being the head of a department, Dr. Murphy.”

  He watched her walk from the living room. What would she do if he followed her, threw her on her bed and made love to her until her shift ended?

  Tempting. More than tempting.

  In fact…

  He shoved himself to his feet and went in search of her.

  She stood in her bedroom, pulling clothes from her closet. A black T-shirt she’d no doubt be wearing under her scrubs. A black bra and a pair of black panties already covered her body. He wanted to rip them off and sink
his cock back inside her. Tie her to the bed and fuck her over and over. He’d made her come so many times, but never in a bed. That oversight needed to be amended.

  Now.

  “Don’t even think about it, Doc,” she threw over her shoulder, a chuckle in her voice, as he stalked toward her.

  He smirked. “Oh, I’m thinking it.”

  She tossed him an arched eyebrow and shoved her arms into the sleeves of her shirt. “I have to get to work.” Her head disappeared into the T-shirt.

  He took the opportunity to smooth his hands up her rib cage to cup her breasts and buried his face between them.

  He was as hard as a pole, buck naked, and ready to claim her.

  Laughing, she wriggled him off as her head popped out of the neck hole of the shirt. “You’re going to get me into trouble.”

  He snared her hands and pulled her close. “You’re the Head of Neurosurgery’s woman. You’ll never be in trouble again.”

  She grew still, her expression unreadable…and then twisted her fingers out of his. “I need to get ready for work,” she said, turning away.

  “Hey?” He smoothed his hands over her hips, trying to make her look at him. “What did I say?”

  “It’s nothing.” He could tell that wasn’t the case. “I’m going to be late.”

  “Bebe.” He took her hand again, and again she twisted it free. This time, however, she looked at him.

  “I’m a rookie nurse, Erik. Just getting started. I’m going to make mistakes.”

  He frowned. “Sure. I get that. But I hate the idea of anyone upsetting you. I can make sure—”

  “No.”

  “What do you mean, no?”

  She sighed, snatched a pair of scrub pants from her closet and shoved her legs into them. “I’ve been a wild child most of my life. I’ve made a lot of mistakes, and me and my best friend, Niki, got into a lot of trouble. Most of the time my brother—my only living family—got me out of it. But I’ve decided I have to grow up. Have to be responsible and stop allowing myself to be saved. And while going to your home and throwing myself at you isn’t exactly responsible, the one thing I can’t do—won’t do—is spend my shifts wondering if I’ve messed up but no one is telling me because they’re too afraid to piss off Dr. Murphy. I don’t need you to save me, Erik. Or to protect my feelings.”