Page 274 of Rush

I obey.

He slides into my mouth, inch by inch, stretching me, filling me. I moan, loving the way he groans above me, hips rolling slow.

He holds my face, guiding the rhythm. My jaw aches, throat full, and Iloveit.

I gag.

“Fuck, Elena,” he growls.

He pulls out with a wet pop.

“I need to be inside you.”

“Who’s greedy now?” I ask, breathless.

“For you? Always.”

Broderick slides between my thighs, one hand resting on my breast, the other cupping my ass. He eases in slow—stretching me, filling me. My back arches, bound wrists pulling against the cuffs.

His hand brushes at the base of my neck with every thrust.

“Choke me.”

The words catch even me off guard—clearly, my late-night research has gone a little too far.

His body stills. “What?”

Oh well, down the rabbit hole we go.

“Choke me,” I repeat, breath shaky.

His cock throbs and I’m unsure if he heard me.

“Please?”

Broderick chuckles softly, before I feel his hands wrap around my throat, pressing down with enough pressure with the hand he’s got wrapped around my neck. My breath catches and my pulse skitters.

He pulls out his cock almost completely—then slams back in.

I cry out, overwhelmed by the stretch, his grip, the blindfold. Burying himself deeper. Every thrust hits like a wave crashing over my ribs.

“Take it,” he growls. “Takeallof me.”

And I do.

Coming hard, breath caught, body breaking beneath him—every muscle twitching, heart fluttering nerves on fire. And somewhere between the last thrust and his name on my lips?—

I drift.

Weightless.

As far as not-dates go—This wasmind-blowing.

I waketo a hand on my hip and the whisper of my name. I think I’m still blindfolded—everything is black and warm. My limbs too heavy to move. Then I realize it’s the room. Still dark. Too early.

“Hey,” Broderick murmurs, voice low and rough with sleep. “Elena.”

I blink slowly, my body stiff, used, every muscle pleasantly sore.