Chapter 7 #2
She moans and rolls her hips, giving much needed friction to my aching cock.
I free her other breast and lave her nipple, sucking it to a point, biting the swell hard enough to make her cry out.
I palm her breast and roll the wet peak between my fingers as I kiss my way across her throat, just like I wanted to.
“You should tell me to stop.” It’s half challenge, half demand. This has the potential to ruin everything, but I can’t find the will to walk away. I need to get her out of my system once and for all.
She scoffs. “And miss the opportunity to see you stew in your self-loathing because you couldn’t help yourself?”
“And you won’t feel the same way?” I work my way back down to her breasts. I can’t get enough—of the sounds she makes when I use teeth, of the way she rolls her hips when I suck a nipple, or her soft sigh when I tongue her.
“Oh, for sure I will. But your suffering will make it worth it.” One of her feet catches in the back of my boxer briefs.
“You’re a vindictive little thing, aren’t you?” I roughly suck her nipple, frustrated that I made it this way between us. Turned us into a war.
“Stop talking and show me how much I don’t want your attention, Tristan.”
I release her wrists and grip her ass, carrying her across the condo to my bedroom. I close the door with my foot, then lock it. Just in case. A trickle of fear slithers down my spine. If Flip finds out…
It’s a risk I shouldn’t take. But the only reason I’ll stop now is if Beat tells me to. I unhook her legs from my waist and toss her on the unmade bed. She squeals and bounces once and then props herself on her elbows.
Her eyes rake over me. “Such a waste of a pretty face.” Her expression and tone reflect her irritation.
For a moment I wish I could erase the ugliness between us. But it’s better this way. If she hates me, it’s just about sex. I shove my boxer briefs over my hips, freeing my erection.
Her breath leaves her in a whoosh. “Good fucking God.”
I grip my cock in my fist and give it a slow stroke. “Now would be a good time to run, little Bea.”
She pulls her tank over her head and tosses it aside. Then lies back and shimmies her sleep shorts over her hips, kicking them at me. I nab them out of the air and bring them to my nose, inhaling deeply. They’re damp at the crotch and smell like fresh want.
Her eyes flare. “You dirty fucker.”
I smile darkly. “You have no idea, but you’re about to.”
I grab her ankle and drag her to the edge of the mattress.
Hooking her legs into the crook of my arms, I push them to her chest and spread her wide.
I grip her right breast with one hand and tug at the soft patch of dark curls with the other.
When I’m an inch away from her pussy, I turn my head, bite the inside of her thigh, and suck on the skin, hard.
She shrieks and her hands go to my hair, threading through and yanking roughly.
“Keep it up and I’ll tie you to my bed,” I warn.
“Fuck you.” Her grip loosens, though.
“Mmmm...” I lick along the juncture of her thigh, close to where I want my mouth. “Soon you’ll be begging me to fuck you.” This is what I’m good at. This is where I can channel my frustration.
“Do you ever shut up?”
“Do you ever stop being annoying?” I suck her pussy lip and bite, not hard, just enough to make her gasp. Even her pussy is perfect. It’s frustratingly pretty, with soft pink lips and a tiny clit peeking out from between the folds, begging to be licked and sucked.
I blow on it, and she whimpers.
I kiss and nibble and bite, licking up and down the juncture of her thighs, but I avoid kissing her where it counts. Once I get a taste, it’ll be game over.
She keeps trying to roll her hips, but the position I have her in makes it tough.
“Tell me what you want, Bea.” I can’t be the only one on the edge.
“I think it’s pretty damn obvious,” she snaps.
“You need to ask for it.” I tug at the curls again. “Nicely.”
“Fuck you.”
“Fuck you back.” I spit on her clit.
Her eyes go wide. Maybe that was too far. But then her pussy contracts. Like she’s already halfway to an orgasm. I arch a brow, waiting, needing her to be as desperate as I am.
She bites her lip, eyes narrowed with frustration and glassy with desire. “Please,” she grits out between clenched teeth.
“Please what?” I nibble on her inner thigh again.
Her teeth grind together. “Please.” She clamps her mouth shut and her cheeks flush. “Lick my pussy.”
“Good girl. Was that so hard?” I drop my head and lick up the length of her, groaning at the taste. I fuck her with my tongue, suck her clit, and try to devour her.
Now she’s chanting the word please , hips rolling with every flick of my tongue.
She’s close to coming. Her thighs shake, and her moans grow deeper and less restrained. But she doesn’t get to do that until I’m fucking her. I want to feel her clench around my aching cock.
She cries out when I stop, hips bucking against nothing as I lift my head and watch desire return to anger.
“You asshole!”
I grin. “You don’t get to come yet.”
I release her right leg and push two fingers into her mouth as she protests again.
She grabs my wrist, but her lips close around them, teeth pressing into my knuckles. I shudder at the thought of replacing them with my cock.
She sucks, tongue sweeping over my fingers on a low, keening sound.
I pull them free and push two inside her, but I don’t curl them, just pump twice, enough to keep her on the edge.
When she rolls her hips, I ease them out and shove them back in her mouth, stretching out in the cradle of her hips.
My cock slides over slick, hot skin, and we both groan.
I drag my fingers down her chin, wrapping my pussy-soaked fingers around her throat.
I don’t squeeze, just rest them there, feeling her heavy swallow and her pulse thrum against my palm.
“You okay with this?”
I might talk a lot of shit, but I haven’t forgotten who she is. Not for a second. As much as I hate how much I want her, and how easily this could blow everything apart, I don’t want to make her feel like she can’t say no.
She nods once and hooks a leg over my hip.
“I won’t be gentle,” I warn.
“Figured that out already. You gonna keep talking or are you going to start fucking me? Or is now when you stuff my mouth full of your cock so I can’t keep annoying you?”
“Mmm...such a pretty, tempting mouth.” My fingers flex, and she swallows again, maybe nervous. “But then I won’t be able to hear you beg.”
She snorts an indelicate laugh.
“Careful, little Bea, I sting too.” I drag my nose along her cheek until I reach her ear and take the lobe between my teeth, breathing in her shampoo.
Thank God she’ll be moving out soon. She’ll take all her shit with her, and I won’t have to deal with being surrounded by her. Won’t be reminded how little control I have around her. Or how she broke me without even trying.
I release her throat and rummage around in my nightstand for a condom. “This is a one-time thing. We get it out of our system, and that’s it.” I can’t afford to do this more than once. Though already I worry it won’t be enough. That I’ll want more. It’s a slippery slope, and it’s already too risky.
She gives me an incredulous look. “I don’t even like you.”
It’s what I need to hear. It stings, but I’ve mostly been a complete asshole to her, so I can’t expect any different.
I push down the regret. She doesn’t deserve my vitriol.
It’s not her fault she reminds me of all the things I want but can’t have.
“Good. I’ll make sure it stays that way.
” I fold back on my knees and tear the condom open, rolling it down my length.
I pinch her clit, then slap it, causing her to moan and shriek.
I push her knees to her chest again, barring them with one arm as I lean in to keep her in place.
“It’s a good thing I’m bendy.” She regards me with curious, lust-heavy eyes.
“For me, maybe not so much for you.” I rub the head over her clit, circling twice before I drag it through her slit and nudge her entrance. But I don’t push in.
She can’t lift her hips. She is vulnerable and gorgeous, and for a moment I consider how fucked I’ll be after this.
I’ll know exactly how good it feels to be inside her.
I’ll have that memory forever. It’s exciting because it’s new and forbidden and I shouldn’t have her.
Once it’s over, that burning need will be sated, and I’ll walk away.
I get bored easily, anyway. These are all things meant to convince me once will be enough.
I circle her clit again, repeating the circuit once, twice, a third time.
“For fuck’s sake, what are you waiting for?” Her exasperation is amusing.
“You.”
“Me what?”
I smirk. “Tell me you want my cock.”
“Oh my God. Are you serious right now?” Her expression is disbelieving.
“Deathly.” I slide low and push in an inch.
Her eyes flutter shut, and she tries unsuccessfully to shift her hips.
I pull out again. It’s not easy. But it’ll be so much sweeter when she’s the one who folds. I can’t be the only one out of control.
“Beg for it, Bea.” I bite her calf.
“Fuck you.”
“I think you mean fuck me . Unless you’ve changed your mind.” I back off, too close to giving in.
She bites her lips together, clearly fighting with herself.
It’s understandable. I’m an asshole and probably pushing her way outside her comfort zone.
She’ll hate herself for this after. Which is exactly what I need.
For her to never want me again. To loathe me.
To regret giving in so I don’t have to worry about this happening again.
“You’re an asshole.”
“I know.” I tap her clit with the head of my erection. “Are you in or are you out? Make up your mind, Bea.”
She huffs. “Fuck me.”
I roll my eyes. “Try again.”
She glares at me. “Fuck me, please .”
I give her an inch. “You can do better than that.”