Chapter 15 - Anastasia

'A rebound' I think as I look at the old engagement ring on my finger.

'A rebound' I think as I clock out of work early.

'A rebound' I think as I shower and use my nice lotions.

'A rebound' I think as I put on my good underwear.

'A rebound' I think as I slip into a tight blue dress and the most uncomfortable heels in my closet.

'A rebound' I think as I give the taxi driver the name of the hotel.

'A rebound' I think as I walk through the revolving door.

'A rebound' I think as I enter the elevator.

'A rebound' I think as I stand in front of the door with the number 725.

'A rebound' I think and knock on the door.

My heart is pounding in my ears as I wait. To my own surprise, I knock again. The door finally swings open, revealing a much relaxed Harvey behind it. His jacket and tie are gone. The sleeves of his white shirt are rolled up to his elbows, revealing his toned the toned veins that travel down his arms and hands. His hands... 

His eyes roam over my form like a hungry predator. His breathing pattern has changed and he adjusts the way he stands. I struggle not to smile. I know when a man wants me. And Harvey Specter wants me more than anything right now; A fact that is feeding into my confidence so badly right now. 

"It was too early for you to be at the bar, so I decided to come up here and save us both some time" I mention

The smirk returns to his face. "Save us time for...?" he teases as he leans against the doorframe

"You said you're here for whatever I need" I remind him, "I know what I need, Harvey" I whisper as I take a step closer to him.

We are standing less than an inch apart. I am all up in his face and breathe in his scent. He closes his eyes for a moment, and I notice his fist clenching against the door. 

His eyelids flutter open again and he stares down at me with those sweet chocolate brown eyes. "Are you sure?" he asks

"Let me in and I'll show you how sure I am" I reply

"Ana, I'm serious" he insists, holding my gaze.

"Let me in, Harvey".

He takes a step back, and I almost panic. But then he opens the door further. 

I am inside his room with two steps. He shuts the door after me and the silence that follows is deafening. It feels like my heart is about to jump out of my chest. I turn to face Harvey who's still by the door.

"I--" I don't get to speak more words before his hand wraps around the back of my head and pulls me forward. He doesn't give me another second to think before his mouth is on mine, soft lips pressing against my own.

At first, the kiss is soft, sweet, innocent and unexpected from a man like him. He plays, leaving behind gentle pecks. His teeth graze my bottom lip, rough with a bite of pain. I gasp at the sensation. His tongue takes the opportunity to invade my mouth and stroke against mine, a relentless exploration demanding everything from me.

Kissing him is a mind-numbing experience, giving me more than I could ever imagine. I try to make sense of all the sensations happening inside me, experiencing the best kiss of my life -both intoxicating and exhilarating. His hands roam over my body, pulling me into him as his mouth stifles my moan. One of his hands runs through my hair while the other grips my face, making it impossible for me to get away. Not like I want to.

My heart hammers in my chest. I wrap my arms around Harvey's neck, pulling him in closer, giving in to our years-long attraction and longing. His clean scent surrounds me and mingles my thoughts. His hair feels soft and smooth beneath my fingers as I run them through.

My knees threaten to buckle. My body is begging to be touched more. I press my body against his. I feel his erection and I remember that it's all for me tonight. He is here for me tonight. Finally. My core clenches, and my chest almost vibrates with anticipation.

Sloan was right. A rebound is exactly what I need.

Impatient, I pull away from Harvey's lips. Holding his burning glare and without touching him, I slowly drop to my knees in front of him. 

"Fuck..." he mutters.

He runs one hand over the back of my head while standing above me, I hum with pleasure. His finger travel to my lips, tracing, touching, pressing. I've served myself up on a platter to him, but he's not diving in yet. He's savoring. And based on the bulge in the front of his pants, he likes what he sees.

I lick my lips and open my mouth wide, tongue held flat.

"You're a fucking torture, Ana" he almost groans.

He slips two fingers into my mouth, running them along my tongue, just to the edge of where I feel like I might gag. 

"You've been messing with my head ever since you walked into my life" he whispers.

My lips wrap around his digits in response as my palms grip on his expensive dress pants for balance.

"Prove to me you're good enough for the job, and maybe then I'll give you my cock that you crave so badly" he groans.

I moan, his words both drugging me and angering me. I'd never let anyone talk to me like that. But the challenge in what he's said is clear, and I've never been one to back down from a challenge. He knows that all too well.

I take his fingers, sliding my lips up and down the length of them, as I brace against his muscular thighs.

"Eyes on me, sugar. Let me see it" he demands.

Heat crawls along my cheeks as I force myself to look up at him. His gaze is downright magnetic. He steals the breath from my lungs and takes it for himself. His other hand tangles in my hair, stroking at my scalp while I slide my mouth up and down his fingers. I swirl my tongue around them, and he groans before gripping my hair and working my head the way he wants, setting the pace.

I give myself over to him, going soft in his hands, feeling my saliva build around my lips as I do.

"Yes..." he almost moans as he pulls his fingers back. "That's my girl" he murmurs while stroking my head and looking me in the eye, and nothing in the world has ever felt more right.

My girl.

Above me, Harvey is breathing heavily and frantically unbuckling his belt. Fumbling with his button. Ripping at his zipper. And when his thick cock tents the fabric of his boxer briefs, my hands free it.

He pulls his shirt apart and takes it off, and all at once, I'm licking my lips and running my palms over smooth, hot skin that I've fantasized for way too long. 

I can feel my wet saliva on his fingers as his hand traces the bottom line of my jaw. I swallow the lump in my throat and lick the bead of pre-cum glistening on the head of his cock, teasing him. He inhales sharply.

His hands are still on my head, holding my skull as I wrap my lips around him for the first time. Smooth skin, soft musk, fingers tangled. I slide my mouth down his length, tortuously slow, breathing through my nose. I feel every fucking vein on him as I take him as far back as I can. When I think I can't go any further, I swallow and take just a little bit more.

"Ana..." his head tips back on a groan, exposing his throat. My name sounds so good on his lips. And I smile at the breathless state of his voice.

My tongue swirls as I move slowly, one hand twisting at the base of him while the other slips back to cup his balls. I moan on his cock, and his grip tightens in my hair.

"Yes, sugar..." his barely restrained voice has a light tremor and I love the sound of it.

The trick to a good blow job is enjoying giving them. And I love it. I don't care if I'm the one on my knees while he towers above me, the power is mine. The power to make him fall apart is mine.

I take him further back into my throat. I trail one hand over his hipbone dragging nail over the line that cuts just below where his abs start. Moving up the trail of hair toward his abdomen, I splay my hand over his stomach, feeling all the lines and ridges there.

When I glance up at him, his eyes soften and he brushes his thumb over my cheek.

"You look so fucking pretty like this, Ana. A mouth full of my cock..."

I groan as I feel a surge of wetness between my thighs. He guides my head in a rhythm he likes, and I remove my palm from his base.

"You've been dreaming about this, haven't you?"

I stare up at him and nod, sucking him even harder.

"Good, because I have too. You drive me absolutely insane. Teasing me with those goddamn green eyes and that perfect set of tits..."

Credits to Sloan, again.

I slide my hands behind him and trail over his muscular ass the way I've wanted to for a long time. I squeeze and he picks up the pace, fingers gripping my scalp as his palms cover my ears. A soothing white noise fills my head, and I stare up at him, turning myself over to the wild look in his dark eyes.

He fucks my mouth, and I hold on for the ride. Soon his thrusts turn longer and harder, rather than fast and frantic. His eyes remain on mine.

"Ana, I'm going to..." he huffs out a breath as he trails off, trying to pull away from me, to pull out.

But yank him closer, stretch my neck and give him a little shake of my head as I widen my eyes at him. His mouth pops open, ever so slightly, and I watch the tip of his tongue dart out over his lips.

"Fuck!".

And I get to watch him come apart. And it feels like winning. His cock jerks and pulses in my mouth, and I swallow as it does. I keep my eyes on his face, even when his flutter shut. Even when his hands go soft in my hair and switch from gripping to stroking to gentle touches.

When his eyes flick open again, I draw away, feeling him soften and hearing his breathing even out.

He crouches down, lifts me up, and crushes his mouth against mine, clearly not caring about where it's just been. His lips are soft against mine, and I tangle my hands behind his neck.

He picks me up and sets me up in the nearest flat surface; a desk. Without wasting more time, he lifts my dress up and his head drops between my legs.

"You don't have to--"

"You think I'd let you suck me off and then not return the favor? What kind of assholes have you been engaged to, sugar?" he smirks.

I bite my lip in excitement.

"Now, get on your back. I want to watch you while I finally taste you for the first time".