Chapter 11 – Stevie
Before I could finish my sentence, Wylie's mouth was covering mine. I knew that he had been eyeing me all through dinner, likely sensing my discomfort after receiving another foreboding message from Charles but I'd been working on a plan to fix everything, a solution that I hoped would resolve all the problems that had been following me since I was a young girl living in Houston.
But before I could put it into action, I needed this. I needed one more night of normalcy—or at least as normal as things could be when I was being extorted by a man whose family controlled Texan politics. I needed a night where I was ravaged on my terms, controlled as I allowed, by a man who would be looking at me much differently soon.
Sure, I could have sought out someone else to take care of my frustration tonight, but not just anyone was Wylie. Our anger worked well together, our need for dominance and to be in control was a constant thrill in the bedroom. There was something to be said about our similarities. We were too similar . Both fighting for control in our lives while decisions were being taken away from us by people who we should have been able to trust.
We went through life pretending like we believed that if we fought hard enough, we could regain control when we knew deep down inside, some things were out of our control.
When I’d try to hook my leg around him to get on top, he’d pin me down with one of his strong forearms and hold me in place.
When I’d bite down on his lip, he’d yank away only to return the favor.
When I'd move to suck him off, he'd lift me up against a wall to bury his face between my thighs.
I reached for his pants, unbuttoned, unzipped, and yanked them from his waist so that I could pull out his thick cock that was already at full mast. Grinding my back against his length had been enough to have me soaked and I couldn't wait for him to be back inside of me.
Fisting it tightly in my hands I dropped to my knees on the floor to look eye to eye with it before my tongue peeked out and dipped in the slit tasting the saltiness of his semen. I then dragged it below the underside before taking the crown in my mouth and swirling it around.
“Fuck me. No,” he commanded, gripping me under my arms, lifting and tossing me like a rag doll onto the bed.
That was us. It was a constant attempt to take control, submitting our own will, dominating, taking, giving, and I loved it.
I didn’t want to be controlled anywhere else in my life. The thought of that pained me in so many ways which was why agreeing to a marriage of convenience made me feel like I was being disemboweled. It was so far away from who I was and what I wanted in life.
But in the bedroom, I loved it when Wylie took control of me. Taking what he wanted from me because my pleasure was his and the orgasms that he gave generously were worth giving up the bit of control I clung to.
I loved his fast temper and angry fucking and right now, I needed to be fucked so hard I couldn’t think straight in order to make the damning decision I knew I needed to make.
Wylie kneeled between my legs, using his to press my knees even further apart as he stared down at my naked body splayed on the bed.
“So pretty when you’re quiet,” he growled, his voice that sexy level of raspy I’d always liked.
Reaching down, he spread my lips further before taking his palm and cupping my sex. I knew I was soaked already but when he slid one finger into me, I couldn’t help but gasp at how easily it moved and enjoyed the slick sounds of him pumping in and out of my wetness.
"So, this is what you wanted instead of talking about whatever's got you upset, huh?” he drawled out, his eyes darkened with desire.
I nodded my head eagerly, not caring how desperate I looked. He slipped another finger to join the first and did some sort of scissoring motion that I felt all the way from the base of my spin down to my toes. A moan of pleasure escaped from my lips as I closed my eyes.
“Good girl. You like it when I play with your pussy, Stevie. Don’t know why you try to resist me.”
“Shut the fuck up and stop playing with me, I just want to be fucked,” I groaned back but I was enjoying the ride.
He smirked down at me like he knew exactly what I was thinking as his free hand went to the base of his cock, pushing the skin up towards the tip causing a shiny drip of his precum to bead on the crown.
“Wish I could be in this tight cunt raw,” he said as he continued to pump his fingers inside of me, his other hand gripped firmly around his base as he jacked himself.
“I don’t trust where that dick has been,” I responded in between pants of pleasure as I tried to ride his hand, itching for the orgasm that was hovering below the surface.
“Can say the same for you,” he sighed as he let go of his cock to reach for a condom, removed his fingers from inside of me and rolled it down his length.
“How you want this Bandit?” he asked as he lined his condom laden cock at my opening, rubbing it back and forth over my slit, pushing my juices around my opening and up to my clit before swirling firmly.
“Hard,” I responded.
Wylie grinned widely, “better get on your knees like you’re praying and grab that headboard then.”
I did what I was told, flipping on to my stomach and grabbing the headboard the same way that I had five months ago, not because I was obedient but because I liked this version of him the best. The one where he was exactly who he said he was and not trying to appease me by sticking his nose in something that wasn’t his business while feigning concern for the parts of my life that existed outside of the bedroom.
I spread my knees wider and pushed out my ass to give him better access. Wylie’s hot, rough hands trailed down the valley of my spine, finding my ass before spreading my cheeks and touching my puckered hole.
“What the fuck?” I asked, clenching myself and leaning forward.
“I’d like to fill every hole you’ve got some day if you'll let me, Stevie.”
“This is the last hole you'll ever be filling. Just shut up and fuck me.” I retorted.
He let out a deep and throaty laugh again and I hated that I could feel my arousal dripping down my thigh from how turned on I was. The next thing I knew, he plunged inside of me with one long, gut twisting thrust.
“Shit…” I hissed before his hand reached around to cover my mouth.
“I’m guessing you don’t want that sister of yours finding out that I’m in here fucking you, so you better try your best to keep quiet.”
I nodded my head and tossed the curls that had fallen out of my bun over my back while Wylie gripped my hips firmly before driving into me ruthlessly.
I’d never been fucked so hard, even when we’d hooked up last November, Wylie had been passionate, and firm but not like this.
This was a frustrated fuck. I was throwing it back at him and he was catching every one of my tosses in rebuttal with his cock. It was clear that we both needed this as frustration for separate reasons coursed through our bodies. We were lost in where our anger started and ended, realizing that we were mad at the circumstances in our life that were controlling us.
Wylie and his mandate to marry and my life being controlled by a man from my past due to a mistake I'd made over a decade ago.
I felt my orgasm sneak up on me like an unexpected guest as Wylie reached around, flicking my clit with his one hand, and holding me up with his other strong arm. It ripped through me like a comet, and I collapsed into him when I came down, suspended in the air while Wylie took his own with a final pump and loud roar.
If Jovie and Nash didn't know what we were doing before, they did now; however, I no longer cared. My sister would never understand the dynamics between Wylie and me, nor the reasons behind our constant frustration and desire to be in control. Her life had been sheltered, mostly by my doing, and for that, I was grateful.
His warm seed filled the condom inside of me as he languidly pulsed in and out over and over until he finally removed himself completely, rolling to his side.