Chapter 18
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Echo
“If you want my cock, you’re going to have to open your eyes and beg for it.”
The second my words land, a deep blush spreads across Bambi’s cheeks and her breathing picks up dramatically.
She was never asleep. I’ve known that from the moment I walked in and saw her lying there. Bambi snores when she sleeps. It’s a small, soft sound. One that I’ve memorized after weeks of watching her. But tonight, I walked in and her room was completely silent.
That was new.
So was the fact that she was sleeping naked.
From that point on, I knew exactly what she wanted, and I was willing to play along with her little charade to a certain extent. But I won’t be taking her like this.
When Bambi and I fuck, I want her full buy-in. No plausible deniability and no pretending she’s just a victim of my deviant obsession. She knows exactly what she’s doing, and if she wants this to go any further, she needs to admit it.
Even if it’s fucking killing me not to keep going.
I let out a deep groan as I stroke my hard cock and take in every naked inch of her body.
The blush on her cheeks deepens, and she slacks her body even more. I’m sure she thinks if she commits to the bit hard enough, I’ll let her get away with it and keep going. I won’t.
“Bammbiiii.”
No response.
“Hm. Guess you don’t want my cock inside of you after all.”
I back away from her, even though it physically pains me to do it, and I start pulling my clothes back on. I meant what I said. I’m not going any further until she admits she wants this. So if it ends here, then it ends here.
“Don’t you fucking touch that zipper.”
My head snaps up, and I find Bambi glaring at me, looking equal parts furious, mortified, and turned on, which, I must admit, is one of my favorite combinations on her.
“So you are awake?”
She rolls her eyes at me as she sits up, and the horny bastard in me can’t help but stare at her bouncing tits.
“I’ll admit that I want this,” she says, “if you agree it doesn’t mean anything. We’re just two friends getting this out of our system, and after tonight, things go back to normal.”
She says it so confidently that for a second, even I almost believe her. But Bambi knows we’ve never been “just friends”, so the fact that she’s trying to cling onto that label, even now, almost makes me laugh. Denial keeps her comfortable, so I’ll let her have this. At least for now.
“Whatever you say, Bambi.”
She opens her mouth, ready to argue her point, but when my words click, the fight leaves her eyes almost immediately.
Her brow furrows, and I can tell she’s already starting to overthink this. Probably questioning why I gave in so easily and wondering if there’s some kind of loophole I found to get out of her little terms and conditions.
There isn’t. This woman could take everything she wanted from me, and I’d probably thank her for the privilege. I’m that fucking gone for her.
“So…” I drawl, tilting my head at her.
She looks up at me, and I’m suddenly painfully aware of how naked she is. “So what?”
“I agreed to your terms, now it’s time to agree to mine.”
“I did agree.”
“Not fully.”
Realization dawns on her, and she levels me with a look of outrage. I stand firm on what I said and stare right back at her. After a little silent standoff, she lets out an exaggerated sigh and finally moves to speak. “Echo, will you-”
“Ah. Ah. Ah.” I tsk. “I want it done properly. On your knees, Bambi.”
Her lips flatten into a thin line, and she cuts her eyes at me as she reluctantly slips out of bed.
“You’re an asshole.”
“That I am,” I say smoothly. “Now get on your knees and beg for this cock.”
She takes her sweet time lowering herself to knees, and by the time she’s knelt down in front of me, her expression has gone from very annoyed to downright sinful.
She inches closer to me, and when the aroma of her peach-scented skin hits me, it takes all the strength I have not to grab her by the hair and show her exactly what the fuck she does to me.
She looks up at me with those fuck-me almond-shaped eyes I dream about, and slowly licks her lips.
“Echo.” She says, sliding my pants and my boxer briefs down my thighs. “Will you please give me some cock?”
Her eyes shift from my face to my dick, and the hunger I see in them is enough to drive me crazy.
“You can have whatever the fuck you want, beautiful.”
She smiles up at me as she takes my thick cock in her hand and leans forward to slowly slide her tongue from the base all the way up to the tip.
I hiss through my teeth at the sensation, and my hand finds her hair instinctively. She wraps her lips around my cock, swirling her tongue, and I swear to god, for a second, my vision completely blacks out.
She’s so fucking good at this.
Bambi takes her time exploring my cock. Licking and nibbling and sucking and stroking. All the while, watching my every reaction.
She’s studying me the same way I’ve been studying her since the night we met, and Jesus Christ, she might be even better at it.
“Bambi.” I groan, her name coming out way more strangled than I intended.
She hums against my cock and looks up at me, wild amusement shining in her eyes as she keeps sucking.
Goddamn, she knows exactly what she’s doing.
I tighten my grip on her hair and pull her back before this ends earlier than either of us want it to.
She releases my cock with a pop and looks up at me, lips swollen, eyes dark.
She almost made me come in under two minutes, and the smile she flashes me tells me she’s fucking proud of herself for it.
I decide, right then and there, that I’m going to spend the rest of the night making her deeply regret that smile.
“Get on the fucking bed, Bambi. Now.”
For once, she doesn’t argue. She just gets to her feet, scurries over to the bed, and lies down on her back.
After slipping on a condom, I round the bed and drop down beside her.
“Come here.” I say, reaching for her hand. “I want that beautiful cunt on my face.”
She pulls her hand away and stares at me. “Absolutely not.”
“Absolutely yes.”
“Echo—”
“Bambi.”
“I’ve never—” She gestures vaguely between her pussy and my face, which is really fucking adorable. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I could hurt you.”
I stare at her.
“I’m serious,” she says, scowling at me. “What if I suffocate you?”
“Bambi, if I get the privilege of being suffocated by that beautiful cunt of yours, I promise you, I would be dying a very happy man. Now get the fuck over here.”
She moves slowly, crawling over me and tracking my face like she’s waiting for me to change my mind or give her a reason to change hers. She hovers just above me, her thighs bracketing my head, and I can feel the hesitation rolling off her in waves.
“Sit down, Bambi.” I bite out, gripping her by her hips.
She lowers herself way too fucking slowly, and when I pull her the rest of the way down and flick my tongue against her clit, her whole body jolts.
Her hands fly to the headboard and she grips it tight, knuckles going white as I dig my fingers into her hips, and grind her sweet cunt against my face.
As I lap at her pussy, I feel her hesitation melt away. Her hips start moving on their own, and she moans unabashedly every time my tongue flicks her clit with just the right amount of pressure.
Her orgasm builds fast, and when she shatters on my tongue and curses my fucking name, pride roars in my chest.
That’s right, Bambi.
Tell everyone whose face you’re riding.
Her body goes slack above me, and I give her about two seconds to breathe before I sit up and lay her out onto her back.
I crawl over her, and as I nestle my cock between her trembling thighs, she looks up at me and swallows hard.
“Jesus Christ,” she breathes, feeling the tip of my cock nudge against her entrance. “Did it—did it get even bigger?”
I look down at her and smirk, knowing it definitely fucking did.
“Jesus or not. The only man’s name I want on your lips is mine.”
I push inside her, and her eyes slam shut as her body adjusts to the size of me.
“Eyes on me, Bambi.” I murmur, taking hold of her chin and tilting her face towards me.
Her eyes flutter open, and when they lock on mine, she sinks her teeth into her lower lip.
“Good fucking girl.” I croon, slipping my thumb into her mouth as I slide into her again. “I want you to see exactly whose cock you’re coming on.”
Bambi holds my gaze as I pick up my pace, pushing into her deeper, faster, and harder. Her eyes roll in the back of her head a few times, but she never shuts them again.
We hold each other’s gaze even when it gets hard to.
Even when her breath turns to gasps and tears fill her pretty brown eyes.
Even when her moans turn into screams and her nails claw against the old scars on my back.
Even when my control finally snaps and I slam into her pussy so hard, we both come, cursing each other’s names.
I stay there for a second, breathing hard, hovering over her as the last of my orgasm tears through me. Her body is still trembling beneath me, her breaths coming in thin, uneven pulls, and when I lift my head and look at her, she still doesn’t look away.
So I keep looking at her. At her flushed skin. Her swollen mouth. At the tears still clinging to her lashes, and the softness in her glossy eyes.
Even like this, wrecked, breathless, and thoroughly fucked, she’s still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
“You should probably go.” She whispers, swallowing as her eyes shift to the patio door. “It’s late and I’ve got work in the morning.”
“Yeah.” I nod, furrowing my brow. “Right.”
I back off of her, and as soon as I’m out of bed, she pulls the sheet up over herself.
I find my clothes in the dark and get dressed slowly, listening for any sign that she’s changed her mind. By the time I tug my shirt on, she’s already turned away from me.
“Goodnight, Bambi.” I say, hesitating near the door.
“Night.” She says softly, not even bothering to look back.
I step out of her room and gently slide the door closed behind.
A few minutes ago, she let me bury myself inside of her, and we watched each other come. Now she won’t even turn to look at me.
I’ve felt like an object my whole life. A weapon. A solution. A tool. Something to reach for when there’s a problem, then set back down when the problem’s gone. I know that feeling. I expect that feeling. I just never expected to feel it from her.