Chapter Twelve
JENNA
One lift of my knee between his thighs, and Tommy Schneider would be rolling around on the floor, begging me not to call the police.
It’s what I should do. What my brother and friends would be screaming at me to do. Just like in the hotel, he’s forced his way into my apartment and pinned me against the door.
The seconds tick by as he waits on my decision. He knows I’m not going to knee him in the crotch, just like he knows I won’t scream or try to press charges.
I want this, but also, I don’t. I need him, but he repulses me, all at the same time.
Holt, Kendra, Darcy, and Collins will never understand that this situation runs way deeper than what they’ve seen up until this point.
He’ll never stop asking me to fuck because he knows he’s breaking me down. The number of times I can tell him no is limited before my willpower inevitably wanes and he can have his way.
Maybe that is what we need … to fuck and get it out of our systems. We sure as hell don’t seem to be able to settle our differences through talking.
I know he won’t be gentle with me, and that’s not what I want.
What I want is this man out of my life for good, and if he happens to deliver a climax or two in the process, then no one ever has to know what we did.
We’ll never speak about it again. I’ll never have to speak to him again.
Carefully, I lift my knee, tracing it up the inside of his bare leg. His tattooed olive skin pebbles, just like mine, as I reach his apex and shift a little higher. He doesn’t flinch, eyes only burning brighter with anticipation.
He releases my wrists from above my head, confidently smiling, like he knows I’m not going anywhere. “You don’t want to do that, Hellion.” Tommy speaks low, his voice gravelly. “If you take me out, I’ll struggle to ruin your cunt, and we’re both well aware of your desperation for my dick.”
I drop my foot back to the ground, placing a hand in the center of his chest.
“Do you want me to destroy you, Jenna?”
My throat is so thick, so dry, that I struggle to form words.
He pulls down the zipper again, and both breasts bulge over the top of my sports bra.
At war with myself and powerless to act, I remain silent. I refuse to give him the satisfaction of a yes, but want him to know that being destroyed is exactly what I crave.
With one final tug of the zip, my top bursts open, flimsy material hanging down by my sides.
Tommy’s eyes haven’t left mine yet. He’s likely desperate to take in my body, and I have to hand it to him—the boy possesses control where I didn’t think he did.
Slowly, deliberately, he crouches down in front of me until his eyeline is level with my breasts.
Taking my left nipple into his mouth, he only tears his eyes away from mine when his tongue wraps around the small bar piercing.
I’m surprised he didn’t see it through my sports bra.
Running a hand through his disheveled hair, he groans around my nipple, teasing and flicking it with expert precision. I can tell he’s experienced in bed and that his reputation for being a fuckboy is no lie.
“What’s wrong, Tommy?” I goad, trying not to soak my shorts from the way he works his mouth over me. “Is this the first time you’ve been with a real woman?”
I pull hard on his hair, practically tearing it from the roots.
He groans again at the sensation.
“Or is that you’ve never been with someone who can give as good as she gets?”
I’m hanging on for dear life, my fighting talk as much for my own benefit as it is for him.
Without warning, he bites down on my nipple, and I throw my head back into the door. Obviously, my neighbors didn’t hear our fight in the hallway since armed police aren’t breaking down my door. Although I’m confident anyone standing on the other side right now will know exactly what’s going on.
“Don’t play games with me, Jenna.”
Tommy rises to his feet in front of me, cupping my pussy in his palm.
I pulse into his hand, soaking his skin through my shorts.
Goddammit.
His laugh sounds evil. “The way I want to shoot straight inside this tight pussy and then leave it right on the edge, desperate and needy for its own release. Your walls would quiver as they cling to thin air.” He leans into me, sniffing my hair like a predator sizing up its prey.
“Do your other men make you come, Hellion?”
As I shake my head, he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts, pushing them down to the floor.
My eyes divert lower.
“Holy shit,” I announce, clamping my mouth shut so I don’t pay him a compliment he doesn’t deserve.
Tommy fists his tattooed cock. A script I can’t read loops around his long, thick shaft.
“Take your shorts off, Jenna,” he commands, dragging his hand from root to tip in slow, easy motions.
I can’t lie; I’ve thought about this moment when I’ve used my vibrator in bed, fantasizing about what he would do. Each time, I’ve envisioned him tearing my clothes clean off in one brutal rip. But I couldn’t be further from the truth.
He wants me to prepare myself for him.
He wants to watch as I yield to his commands like a good girl.
Reaching up on my tiptoes, I return the cocky smile he gives me so often. “If you want me, come and get me.”
The growl he releases reverberates off the walls of my hallway as he slings me over his shoulder, marching us both toward my living room.
“Which room is your bedroom?” he snaps, slapping my ass hard.
I bite down on my lip, the sting borderline unbearable but delicious all the same.
“Jenna, I’m going to fuck you against that window for the entire world to see if you don’t tell me where your bedroom is in the next three seconds.”
He stalks toward one closed door, pushing it open to reveal my bathroom. Then he finds the closet next door.
Finally, he tries a third door and launches me onto the mattress.
I bounce once before Tommy’s hovering over me, dark strands of hair falling over his feral eyes.
“Clothes. Off. Now.” He punctuates each word with venom.
The frustration is killing him, and I take back some of the power as I shake my head from beneath him.
He gazes down at my Lycra-covered pussy, wet and seeping through my shorts. “Does Lululemon sell these too?”
I nod once.
With brute strength only Tommy could be capable of, he tears them apart at the seam, exposing my lacy black thong.
There’s no grace or care when he sinks his fingertips into my hips, dragging my lower half up to his mouth. One lick against my soaking thong catapults my hips even higher, but he holds me in place as I writhe around on the bed.
I’ve never been licked through my panties before, and it’s the most intense sensation—his tongue right there, tantalizingly close to my sensitive flesh, while his hot breath tickles and teases my senses.
Tommy suspends my lower half with one arm as he pulls my thong to one side, eyes hooded when he takes me in for the first time.
“Spread yourself, Jenna. I want to see both of your holes so I can decide which one I’ll ruin first.”
I try to pull away, but he holds me in place against his mouth, swiping a slow lick over both entrances.
Of course Tommy would be the same breed of animal in bed that he is on the ice.
“I don’t do anal. I never have,” I tell him, attempting to pull away again.
With his fingers, he parts me wider, exposing every part of me for his warm, wet tongue. “Ass play is my favorite, and that’s what I want to do with you.”
Another lick, and he spears his tongue inside my pussy.
I moan with pleasure, fisting the duvet as I hurtle toward my first orgasm from a guy since I split up with Lee.
Tommy pulls back, much to my dismay. “You’re close. I can feel your walls throbbing around my tongue.”
He drops my hips to the bed, and I release a squeal.
Slapping a palm over my mouth, he fists his cock at my entrance. “Are you on birth control, Jenna?”
I swipe his hand away, equally turned on and disgusted by his brutal actions. “Yes. Are you tested? Because I don’t want to catch whatever you might’ve picked up last night.”
Hooking a finger under my chin, he tips my head up roughly, steely eyes piercing mine.
“I told you already, she never touched me like that, and I never put my hands on her. Your body is the only one I’m craving.
” He wraps his palms under my ass. “As pro athletes, we both get tested on the regular by our teams. Plus, I always wear a con …” He trails off, holding back his sentence.
I narrow my eyes at him, and with every ounce of strength I possess, I push at his chest.
He sits up, sliding a frustrated hand through his hair. “Are you going to ride my dick or waste my time? Because I want to fuck.”
I crawl over him, hovering my pussy over his dick. “I like to ride when I fuck.”
Tommy’s fingertips dig into my hips, and I spread my knees, letting him sink me onto his impossibly hard cock. I stretch for him, spreading my knees even further.
When he’s all the way inside, his jaw clenched and his eyes black, I get a proper look at his glorious naked body.
It’s a work of art; his skin is a stunning canvas.
I rock over him once, and he licks his lips, bruising my skin with his tight grip.
“Faster,” he demands.
Doing the opposite of what he wants, I go slower, and his jaw hangs open. I can tell that he’s seconds away from coming, and I bask in the power switch.
My dominance doesn’t last long when I’m back beneath him, my legs open as he holds me by the ankles. He throws his head back, pounding into me and taking what he wants.
“Squeeze my dick, Hellion.” Tommy pistons into me again, dropping one leg to free his hand so he can play with my ass.
Even though my instincts tell me to pull away, my greedy body spreads my thighs wider for him. He gathers leaking arousal from us both onto his fingers, using it to lubricate my tight hole.
“Let’s make this ass come at the same time as your pussy.”
He teases one tattooed finger inside, pushing deeper with every stroke of his cock.
I claw at the duvet beneath me, fighting back my cries of pleasure. I’m fully aware I’m not quiet in bed when a man gets it right. And Tommy is infuriatingly good at fucking.
He doesn’t get to find out how good.
I’m right there, right on the edge of losing it altogether, when he stops and pulls out, leaving me empty and confused.
“On your knees for me, Jenna.”
“I don’t get on my knees for anyone,” I protest. “I’d rather not come at all.”
He slaps my bare pussy, and I squeal when pleasure-loaded shock waves tingle my swollen clit. “Final warning: get on your knees before I put you on them myself.”
I do as he asked, but not in the exact way he wanted. He wanted me to bend over doggy style. Instead, I rise up in front of him.
We’re both kneeling on the bed in front of each other. Horny and desperate, wild and defiant.
“When I get on my knees for someone, it’s because they’re worth it.” My voice is deeper than I’ve ever heard it before.
Tommy cocks his head to one side, reveling in our standoff. “You’re playing games you don’t understand again, Jenna.”
I offer him a petulant shrug, pointing toward my bedroom door. “And if you don’t like the rules I’m laying down, then you’re more than free to leave.”