Possessed by You

by Jo-Anna Walker

  My mouth parted on a small gasp. I couldn’t move. Liquid heat seeped into my panties at being restrained by his hard body.

  His thick erection pressed into my lower belly, sending a new understanding through my body. My pussy clenched, needing him inside of me at that very moment but I needed to wait. I was in control tonight but maybe a little taste wouldn’t hurt.

  I looked up at him and licked my bottom lip in a slow smooth stroke.

  His eyes darkened as he captured my mouth in a bruising kiss.

  I opened to him, letting him in while his hips continued grinding against me.

  He kissed me like he fucked. Hard, dominating. Erotic.

  Brett devoured my mouth like he was desperate for me. Like he needed me as bad as I needed him.

  I parted my legs and released his mouth as his hand travelled up under my skirt before squeezing my ass.

  He let go of my wrists and grabbed my hips, lifting me onto the counter.

  I wrapped my thighs around him, bringing his mouth back down to mine. I sucked his bottom lip, igniting a deep rumble from his chest.

  He plunged his tongue into my mouth, rubbing it hard against mine as he pushed his way between my legs.

  My body buzzed, my head swirling from the alcohol.

  His hands travelled up the thighs to my hips and gripped my panties. With a rough tug, he ripped them off.

  My heart thumped as his fingers massaged and kneaded my flesh.

  He released my mouth and wrapped a hand around my neck, tilting my head back. His fingers curled around my nape with a squeeze.

  I bit back a gasp and ran my hands through his hair, pulling hard.

  His eyes flashed and a wicked smile formed on his face making my breath catch.

  The alcohol rippled through my body like it was a part of me, controlling my actions. He thought he was in charge. I smirked and pushed him away.

  He raised an eyebrow.

  I took the last shot before grabbing the bottle off the shelf. My belly burned with the acidic force of the tequila, my head spinning but I felt good. Light as a feather as I walked out from the behind the bar.

  “Lover?”

  I spun on my heel, almost losing my balance as I met Brett’s heated gaze. I let my eyes roam down his body.

  My skin hummed at the bulge in his black dress pants.

  I licked my lips and took a swig from the bottle. “I’m getting drunk with or without you lover boy.”

  He looked between me and the shelf of bottles before letting out a sigh. He grabbed a bottle of rum and took a step towards me.

  “That’s the spirit,” I shouted, making my way to the dance floor. I pulled a chair to the middle of the wooden area and waited for Brett. I pointed to the chair. “Sit.”

  Brett raised an eye brow and took a swig of the dark brown liquid. “Why?”

  I made my way to the DJ booth, sashaying my hips. “You asked me if I like to dance.” I looked up when he didn’t respond.

  He sat in the chair and placed the bottle on the floor, running his hands down the legs of his pants.

  I grinned and turned on the sound board, slowly spinning up the volume to a hard sensual beat that got my heart pumping. Or maybe it was the liquor. It could also be the gorgeous man sitting in the chair waiting for me. My body was so hot for him. Controlling the urge not to let him take me when we were behind the bar, surprised even me. I had no idea what the hell I was doing but I wanted one night of not feeling anything except skin.

  “Lover, I think you’ve had too much to drink.”

  I grabbed the bottle and took a couple of steps towards him before stopping. “I’m only getting started, Brett.”

  “Are you now?”

  “Yes. I won’t stop until I get fucking shit faced.” I took a breath and pounded back another swig from the bottle before I met his gaze. “I want to lose control.”

  His eyes darkened. “What else?”

  I licked my lips and slowly closed the distance between us. “I want to do things I wouldn’t dare do sober.”

  Brett’s nostrils flared, his heated gaze taking me in as I stood a foot away. “You already have.”

  I shrugged. “Maybe so.” I stepped between his legs and leaned down, my mouth mere inches from his. “But I want more.”

  Keeping our eyes locked, I took a step back, slowly moving my hips to the beat of the deep music that flowed around us. I kicked off my shoes and made my way back to him.

  Blood pounded in my ears as I turned and circled my ass above the crotch of his pants. Even though I was drunk, my body moved in an erotic way to the slow drum of the bass of the techno beat.

  He held back. Not touching me at all. Being in control sent a thrill down my spine and knowing it wouldn’t last for long, I reveled in it.

  I placed my hands on his knees and ground my ass against him feeling him harden under me. “Lover boy?”

  He grabbed my hips, pulling me down harder onto his lap and fisted my hair in his hand.

  I gasped when he tugged my head back, a slow smile spreading on my face as I continued rubbing myself against him. “My ass makes your cock hard.”

  Brett grabbed the bottle of rum beside his chair and held it to my lips.

  I grinned before covering the opening, allowing him to give me a taste. I swallowed and moaned, pushing back against his lap harder.

  He brought the bottle to his mouth, taking big gulps before placing it back on the ground.

  My mind buzzed, the hairs on my skin jumping as I continued moving my hips over him to the beat of the music. “Brett, I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’ll always remember me.”

  A deep chuckle sounded behind me when I was lifted off of his lap. Before I even knew what was happening, I was bent over the bench in the booth.

  I gripped the cushion and gasped as my skirt was hiked up to my hips. Cool air washed over my naked ass when a hard swat landed on my skin. I yelped, the tingling fire of pain soaring through me. Another swat landed on the other cheek of my rear and my pussy clenched. I bit back a moan.

  Brett fisted my hair, pressing my head against the bench and leaned over me. “You thought you were in control, didn’t you, lover?” he whispered in my ear.

  I chewed my bottom lip and dug my nails into the plush leather as his deep voice washed over me.

  He grazed his teeth over the back of my neck. “I let you play your game but now it’s my turn.”

  I panted, waiting. Anticipation built as the heat from his hard body soared into mine. All of our senses mixed with the alcohol increased the passion that flowed through us. The power of lust and hunger seeped through my blood as he continued teasing me.

  “I’m going to take you how I want you. You won’t stop me, will you, lover?”

  My sex clenched at his words and I shook my head. I was his. I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or the dangerous attraction that I felt towards him but I submitted. Completely and utterly. I was his.

  His tongue grazed over my ear sending a hot tingle down my back. “I’m going to fuck you hard.

  I smiled. “Get on it then.”

  Brett caressed my ass and squeezed.

  Delicious pleasure soared through my body as the sting jolted to my clit. Whenever an ex of mine had tried to spank me during sex, I’d cringe. But with Brett…oh God, I wanted to do anything with him. Give myself completely to him.

  My heart sped up, the alcohol swirling in my belly.

  “You sure have become demanding in the last week.”

  I swallowed and took a breath, letting the intoxicating tequila take over. Whatever I said, it would be blamed on the alcohol. Not like Brett would think I was serious anyways. It was just sex. “Not demanding enough apparently.”

  Brett grabbed my hands, holding my wrists behind my back. With the other, he turned my head and covered my mouth in an agonizingly slow kiss.

  The hold on my hair loosened and I jumped when he ran the tip of his cock over my center, trailing the juices from m
y body down to my clit. Hot tremors ran through me as I inhaled a gasp.

  “Your cunt’s nice and wet for me, lover,” Brett said against my lips, brushing his rigid length from the hard nub to the area between my ass cheeks.

  A shiver slid down my back at the unexpected contact. I spread my legs and arched my hips, hinting. I needed him. My core ached, throbbing. Begging for a release.

  “Beg me.”

  I latched onto his bottom lip and pulled, gently biting down.

  He growled, pushing his cock against the tight opening in my rear.

  I gasped, my body shaking. I was drunk but not that drunk. “Brett,” I groaned. But God, did it ever feel good. Just when I thought he was going to go further, he slammed his cock into my waiting heat.

  “Fuck, lover. I’ve missed your tight pussy.” He shivered above me, slowly pumping in and out. Torturing me.

  “Faster.” I couldn’t take it anymore. “Oh God, fuck me hard,” I cried. Words left my lips that I would never even dream of saying sober but the alcohol and the desire for him to fulfill my every waking need took full control.

  Brett released my wrists and gripped my hip, brushing his thumb over the puckered hole in my rear. He pulled out and paused. “Are you ready for me to give you what you want?”

  I licked my lips and nodded. “Plea—”

  He drove back in at the same time as he pushed his thumb into the tiny dark hole.

  I gasped, my body shaking around him as he filled me everywhere. The burning pain soon erupted into pleasure as he plunged into me at a pace that left me breathless.

  I gripped the cushion, the cool leather soon turning hot from my heated skin.

  His thumb slid all the way in and I clenched around him.

  I looked over my shoulder, our gazes colliding. I licked my lips and pushed back.

  A smug smile formed on his face as he lifted my hips.

  I crawled onto the bench, releasing myself from his grasp when my feet were pulled out from under me.

  He wrapped a hand around my throat and towered over me, breathing hard in my ear. “Trying to get away so soon?”

  A shiver ran down my back as he slid back into me, making me moan. “If you don’t make me come soon, I’ll do it myself,” I panted.

  Brett covered me with his body and grabbed my wrists, holding them above my head. “As much as I’d love to see that, Evvie, you’re going to come around my dick. And you’re going to come hard.”

  His words travelled over me, heating my skin. I looked up at him and licked my bottom lip slowly. “Then fuck me, lover boy.”

  His nostrils flared. “Spread those milky white thighs for me.”

  I did as he said, placing my left foot on the floor, opening myself to him. I needed him. More than I ever thought was possible.

  Our gazes locked as he pulled out and slammed back into my pussy.

  I whimpered.

  He smirked and did it again.

  I cried out at the tight full feeling of him deep inside me but I couldn’t take my eyes away from his. They were captivating. Drawing me in as he fucked me hard.

  He pulled out when a wicked smile spread on his face.

  My heart beat fast as he thrust into me so hard, my hips rose from the bench. I screamed, clenching around him as the sensation of him hitting the bundle of nerves deep inside of me set off and explosion. Pure white-hot ecstasy travelled through my body and I screamed his name.

  “Louder.”

  “Oh God. You’re so hard,” I cried out as he pounded into my pulsing core.

  He grinned and kissed the back of my neck, his hot breath scorching my skin. “Feel me, lover.”

  “I do,” I whimpered.

  “Good. I want you sore.”

  He held my wrists with one hand and pushed my knee up to my chest before continuing his deep thrusts.

  I moaned, my skin tingling from post orgasmic bliss. His cock lengthened inside of me as his breathing quickened. He groaned, pushing into me as deep as he could go before he shook.

  His hot release spurted into me as he came on a roar. “Oh fuck, Evvie,” he growled.

  I tugged my hand from his grasp and cupped the back of his neck, pulling his mouth down to mine. I licked between his lips, swallowing his moan. Our tongues dueled, danced as we both fought for control.

  Brett released my mouth, nipping my bottom lip before lifting himself off of me. The warmth of his semen ran down my inner thighs.

  I turned onto my back and bit back a groan as my core pulsed from the rough way he had taken me.

  With his body still above mine, he wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking slowly.

  I licked my lips as he continued to come onto my lower stomach and mound. Coating me. Marking me. Mine.

  My stomach twisted and I pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind. I kept my gaze locked with his and brushed a thumb over his bottom lip while reaching between us. I swiped my finger through the white liquid and brought it to my lips, licking the taste of him off of me.

  His eyes darkened and with a quick move, he wrapped a hand around my throat, squeezing lightly.

  I gasped, my eyes widening at the rough hold.

  “Do you like the taste of me?”

  I nodded, swallowing hard at the husk in his voice.

  He smirked.

  I whimpered when his finger thrust into me.

  Removing it a moment later, he brought it to my mouth, the juices from my body coating it. “Open.”

  My lips parted.

  He brushed his finger along my tongue before pushing its way deeper. I closed my lips, sucking the acidic juices from both of our bodies off of it. I moaned, swallowing the salty liquid. The heady scent swirled through my senses, setting my skin on fire.

  He removed his finger with a pop. His grip on my neck tightened as he tilted my head back before he covered my mouth, devouring me.

  The sweet taste of sex mixed when our tongues collided.

  I wrapped my hands around his neck, brushing my fingers through the hair at his nape. Tilting my hips, I ran my center over his hardening length, needing him again. My pussy throbbed, dripping with desire.

  I reached between us and wrapped a hand around his slick cock.

  He groaned into my mouth and pushed against me, deepening the kiss.

  I squeezed him, needing him inside me again even though I was sore. I smiled against his lips.

  Brett lifted his head, his breathing hard. “What’s so funny?”

  “I’m sore just like you wanted.”

  A smug grin formed on his face as he crashed his lips to mine at the same time he thrust back into my waiting heat.

  I whimpered.

  His movements were slow, sensual, not rough like a moment ago. I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol but something switched between us. A pull grew deep in my belly.

  His lower stomach rubbed against my clit sending a jolt of electricity through me.

  “Fuck, Evvie. Your body was made for me,” he breathed against my lips as he pumped into me at a slow pace.

  I cried out as an explosion of ecstasy crashed into me like a tidal wave.

  The sweet heady scent of sex flowed around us as we moved as one.

  His length pulsed, erupting inside of me as he came hard. His body covered mine as he continued to shake through his release, filling me with his warmth.

  My core throbbed, clenching around him.

  He sat back on his hunches and ran a thumb over my kiss-swollen mouth. His eyes were glassy from the alcohol but warm with affection.

  My heart fluttered.

  Brett cleared his throat and rose from the booth, righting his pants.

  I sat up, pulling my skirt down and bit back a moan as the remnants from the hot sex ran down my inner thighs. “Brett?”

  He walked back to the chair in the middle of the dance floor and grabbed the bottle of liquor off the floor. He turned back to me and winked, taking a large chug from the golden liquid.

 
My stomach twisted as a chill ran down my back. The warmth in his gaze from a moment ago disappeared as he stalked towards me.

  He took hold of my hand and pulled me to my feet before cupping my ass.

  I groaned, loving the feel of his hands on me. My fingers ran down his chest of their own accord, tingling, wanting more.

  He tilted the bottle to my lips.

  I opened, swallowing the burning rum as it warmed my body. My head reeled, fuzzy from passion and liquor.

  The heated look in Brett’s deep blue gaze made me realize that there was no way this night was even close to being over.

  ***

  My body stirred, my head pounding with agony as I attempted to open my eyes. I groaned, my muscles jumping and twitching under the added strain. God, what the hell did I do last night?

  My skin heated. Oh yeah. A small smile splayed on my face at the memories of the night came crashing into my mind.

  Brett all over me. Inside me. Over and over again. We finished the bottle of tequila and then some, passing out hours later.

  A deep moan sounded beside me as a heavy arm wrapped around me, pulling me against a hard body.

  My heart fluttered when I realized Brett’s hand was cupping my breast, his thumb casually running back and forth over my nipple.

  I lifted my head and pinched the bridge of my nose as a sharp pain erupted behind my eyes. “Shit.”

  A husky chuckle sounded in my ear and I turned to Brett.

  His blue eyes were captivating as they took me in. “Mornin’.”

  I swallowed, my mouth as dry as a desert. “Morning.”

  His hand stayed on my chest, holding me tight like he was claiming me. We continued to stare at each other and I couldn’t help but feel as though he was starting to have feelings for me. Was it all in my head? I had feelings for him but I wasn’t sure if it was just lust or something more.

  My stomach churned, the alcohol clouding my thoughts. I took deep cleansing breaths, swallowing past the nausea.

  “How are you feeling?”

  I stood up and looked around us. We had passed out in his office, empty bottles still beside us. My head spun, my body aching from sleeping on the floor. “Like hell.” I looked down at Brett. “You?”