“Jesus, Wheeler. Do you really want me to get into all the ways in which it isn’t your business who that was? You have enough on your plate without worrying about me.” She swore softly and turned her head to glare at me over her shoulder as I grabbed her knee and propped it up on the outside of mine. She could play at being mad all she wanted, that pussy that was what dreams were made of didn’t lie. It was shiny and all kinds of perky and eager. Her desire was evident and I wasn’t about to deny either of us the otherworldly gratification we could give to each other. “Listen, I have to go.” She sure did. I curled my hand around her knee and lifted it up so that I could prod her swollen entrance with my cock. Her body pulled at me, tugged at my rigid flesh until I couldn’t resist the lure and pushed all the way into her. She made a strangled sound that I figured Wheeler had to recognize because a split second later Dixie was muttering, “Talk to Kallie. I’ll check on Poppy later. Bye.” The phone fell to the bed as I started to thrust slowly in and out of her.
She was still looking at me over her shoulder but the heat that was angry was quickly switching to arousal. “I’m super mad at you right now.” The words had no force behind them and I couldn’t stop another grin from escaping as the hand that had been using the phone lifted up and bent behind her so that she could hold on to the back of my head as I latched my teeth on to the delicate dip at the base of her neck.
“I don’t believe you. You don’t feel mad. You feel like you want to come. You feel like you need to come.” From this position behind her I couldn’t get as deep. My thrusts were shallow, slow and deliberate. I could feel the way my cock dragged across tender flesh and sensitive nerves. It was delicious torture for both of us but there was no way either of us were going to get off with this teasing, taunting pace. “You feel like you want something just for you, Dixie. Take it. You’re allowed to come first, pretty girl.”
She tossed her head back so hard that I had to jerk my chin out of the way to avoid getting knocked silly. I rubbed my fingers across the gentle swell of her belly, stopped to circle her tiny belly button with my pinky, and then found my way to the spot where we were joined. I slid my fingers through her wetness, spread her slick folds open so I could get my questing fingers on her sweet spot. Her clit leaped at the first press of my fingertips and her entire body arched forward and away from mine as I circled the tender little nub relentlessly. I kissed the back of her neck under the fall of her hair and let out my own strangled sound when one of her clever hands disappeared between us so that every time I moved forward into her heat the base of my cock also slipped along the flat of her palm. She used her fingertip to tickle the ultra-sensitive globes that hung heavy between my legs and I knew I was about at the end of my rope when it came to gentle, playful fucking. I wanted to have an easy touch with this woman who shined so bright but she made me feel savage. She made me want to take, and take, and then take some more. Everything she offered up I wanted more of because I was driven and determined to give it all back to her. I felt like I had something to prove, but I had no clue what that something was.
I played with her clit until I felt her body start to hum and quake around me. I couldn’t finish like this but I had no problem holding her and watching her come apart in my arms while she did. Her head turned and her eyes sought mine out, dark with desire and desperation.
“You want me to come first?” Her voice was just a breath of sound as she panted and moved with me.
“I want you to get what you want, period.” My words had her body clamping down on mine like a velvet vise. Everything about her was a satin trap I never wanted to escape from. I would happily be her prisoner forever.
“Then I want you to fuck me for real, and I want you to come with me.” Well, shit. Just when I thought there wasn’t any possible way she could be any more perfect. I might actually be able to make a relationship work if we never had to leave this bed.
I kissed her cheek and chuckled into her soft skin. “I can fuck you if you aren’t too sore, but I can’t come with you, pretty girl. No more condoms.” We’d blown threw my limited supply last night. It was risky being inside her the way I already was but it was a perilous chance I couldn’t seem to stop from taking.
“Oh.” Her eyes widened and her teeth dug into her bottom lip.
I lifted an eyebrow at her as I pulled out of her welcoming heat leaving a trail of moisture on the inside of her leg. It was a sexy glimmer I didn’t seem able to look away from. Before I could tell her that it was fine, that I fully planned on getting her off regardless of any obstacles in our way she turned away from me, braced her hands on the mattress, lifted her gloriously round and perfectly curved ass in the air, and looked at me saucily over her shoulder. She always looked good, cute and charming, but bent over, that slit between her legs shining and wet and her backside ready and arranged for the taking she had never looked better. Her wild hair slid across her pale shoulders and I couldn’t stop myself from running my fingers along each dip and divot in her spine.
“I trust you, Church.” Her eyes pleaded with me to do the right thing. To tell her this was a bad idea even if she claimed to want it but I kept telling her I wasn’t that guy. I wasn’t her Mr. Right or even her Mr. Right Now. I was the guy that was going to take her every single way there was to take her until either of those preferred options showed up.
“You shouldn’t, but I’m lucky as hell that you do.” I fisted a handful of her hair and pulled her head back at the same time I curled my other palm around her hip. I loved that she had a little something there to hold on to. It made her seem less breakable, able to withstand all the things I wanted to put on her.