Hard Core (Hard As Nails Book 3) by Hope Conrad Page B

warmth and the cold metal. It’s excruciating. He laps his mouth against my neck as he lowers me to my feet. As he begins to assault my neck with his tongue, and then his teeth, one strong hand crawls into my panties.
    I hook my foot around his, fighting to stay standing but it’s too much of a chore. He assists me in my failed efforts, pinning my body against the pole with his hard body as he finds my opening, and runs his palm against my clit.
    “I thought…” I stutter, catch my breath, and then continue, “you just wanted me to dance.”
    “That’s exactly what we’re doing.” He nibbles against the lobe of my ear. “We’re dancing.” He pushes two fingers into my opening, spreading my pussy by scissoring them apart. “The way you squirm. The way you tease me, and I tease you. It’s a dance all right.”
    I want to respond, perhaps sarcastically. But I can’t. I’m too occupied trying to breathe, to remain standing. I’m fighting to remain conscious, because I’ve been in this studio practicing for hours and I’ve been working myself up the entire time.
    He gives me three fingers now, and I feel full, but crave more. I want his cock inside me. I want him filling me up until I can’t breathe. Until I feel him in my throat.
    “Please,” I beg, low and more than ready. “Fuck me, Axel.”
    “I told you,” he growls and thrusts his fingers into me until he’s knuckle deep, “I’m not here to fuck. I’m here to dance.”
    A silent quiver rides a wave on my lips as I adjust to the thickness of his rough fingers. I feel full, but want more. Need more. Crave more. I rock against his touch, trying to force him in deeper, to give me what I want.
    “Fuck me.” I command, but he’s content to continue torturing me. “Just do it,” I growl when he doesn’t respond with words, only the thrusting of his fingers.
    I feel myself reaching for a violent yet illusive peak, my toes tapping against the wood floors while my foot strains against its hold around his ankle.
    “That’s good,” he purrs. “That look on your face is maddening when you’re about to come.”
    “I’m not—” I begin to lie through gritted teeth, but my body stops me dead in my tracks as I come around his fingers, slick and hard. I moan as I throw my head back against the pole, my entire body shattering as he continues to drive his fingers in and out of me, finger fucking me through my release, and then after.
    And just when I’m about to return to reality, he grabs me fast and hard and the two of us fumble to the ground. He’s on top of me, his heavy, muscular body suffocating me as he pushes me deeper against the floor.
    He continues his assault with his fingers, pulling me inside out with a reckless, mind-numbing pace. It’s too much, too soon after my first break, but I can already feel myself building toward a second climax.
    From down the hall, I hear a door slam shut. Somebody else is here. There’s a brief moment of fear, where I think we could be caught red-handed, that somebody could soon be watching us. But I let the fear subside, because I can’t bring myself to care.
    All I want right now is his cock inside of me but it’s clear he wants to torture me; for what purpose, I can’t be sure. I try to hold back another plea for satisfaction.
    He pulls his slick fingers from my pussy and caresses my clit with his palm. With every rough stroke, I feel myself speeding toward another orgasm, but God, I just want him fucking inside me.
    Need overrides pride.
    “Please,” I beg once more.
    “Yeah?” His voice is hard and ragged, husky and deep. “Aren’t you worried someone will see us?”
    I simply shake my head, and force my eyes closed as I hit the point of no return. My toes curl against the hardwood floors, and my fingers dig into the fabric of his shirt, trying to hold onto him as I break away from this world and into the next.
    But just when I’m about to come, he stops.
    He lifts his hand away from my