Chapter 21 #2
What would she think of me if I told her it’s not always easy?
Would that make me sound like a piece of shit, considering her situation?
Maybe I shouldn’t say anything. I’ll still sound like one because easy or not, she’s having to work, and I’m not.
For fuck’s sake, I’m paying her to date me because she needs the money that bad.
“I don’t know,” I answer, unsure. “Never thought about it.”
She chuckles and her eyes flutter as my palm drifts down to the side of her neck. “I’m jealous.”
“Don’t be.” I graze my thumb down the column of her neck, feeling it bob. “But I can make things easy for you, if you let me and stop being so stubborn.”
“I’m not stubborn.” She pouts.
I grin. “Sounds like something a stubborn person would say.”
Amusement veils her face.
“Just let me do this for you. Trust me.”
Uncertainty flashes in her eyes. “It’s crazy…”
“What is?” My gaze drops to her lips.
“This. Us. How it all…just…happened.” Her voice is low, husky.
“Do you regret it?” Now my voice is low. Fuck.
“No, but it makes me nervous.”
I can’t stop staring at her lips. “Do I make you nervous?”
“No…yes. Not in a bad way though,” she follows up with a coy smile on her face.
“You’d tell me if something I do makes you uncomfortable?”
She nods. “You make me feel a lot of things. Uncomfortable isn’t one of them.”
I lean forward, my lips hovering over hers. “What do I make you feel?”
Anna lets out a shaky breath and clutches my arm, the one on her neck. It’s warm and the pulse beneath her jaw is thundering. It quickens, faster than before, and her chest expands, brushing against me.
She stands on the tips of her toes, her glossy lips caressing mine. “Hot…”
“Yeah?” I nip her bottom lip.
“Mm-hmm.” Her eyes grow heavy, lips pressing against mine.
“I’m chewing gum,” I rasp against her mouth as I lift her up. She snakes her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck.
“How is it?”
“Minty.” I turn, heading toward the living room.
Anna laughs, making me laugh too, but we stop when I drop down on the sectional. The humor fades when she lands on top of my semi-hard dick, and I tip my head back, clenching my jaw as she begins to grind.
We lock eyes, the silence stretching as the pressure between us thickens. Hers grow heavy, heady, dark, and my dick hardens, throbbing beneath her.
“You’re the first person I’ve ever brought here,” I blurt out.
She lifts a brow. “Is that supposed to make me feel special? And I’m pretty certain I saw your teammate here the other day.”
That sounded stupid. Why didn’t I think it through? I struggle to get my thoughts straight. Looking at her, feeling her, smelling her is too much, but I can’t get enough.
“Yes.” I tighten my hold on her hips, slowly driving her against my erection. “And that’s not what I meant.” I don’t bring girls over because it’s too intimate, misleading.
“Then what did you mean?” she presses, drawing her hands back to hold mine in place.
“I’ve never wanted anyone here like this.” My gaze trails down the length of her body, stopping where she’s sitting on me. “Not until you.”
“Wow,” she starts, her tone condescending.
“I feel so…” With her hands still on mine, I move my palms to her ass and push her against me.
Her chest is flush against mine, and her panting breaths fan my face.
Her eyes glaze over as her teeth sink into her plump bottom lip, her fingers curling and digging into my shoulders. “Special,” she moans quietly.
Anna tightens her grip on my hands, pushing them down and up on her ass.
She lets out a ragged, frustrated breath when I stop moving my hands. I level my gaze with hers, and I get lost in her rich whiskey eyes. “Você é t?o especial para mim. Eu n?o sei como explicar isso para você. Ou como dizer que eu gosto de você porque eu nunca sentir isso antes.”
A line forms between her brows, eyes narrowing, and a tentative smile curls on her face. “What did you say?”
“What do you think I said?” I move her hands to my shoulders and rest mine on her hips, squeezing once before drifting them south.
She hesitates, her smile turning cunning. “Probably something perverted.”
There’s no way she understood me. She couldn’t have. I spoke too fast.
“Like…” I lean forward, running the tip of my nose along her jaw, down to the side of her neck, inhaling deeply.
She hums and tilts her head to the side, granting me access to her neck as I rub and squeeze her ass.
She drags her palm along my short hair, stopping when I nip her skin.
The first time is tender, but the second time, I bite with a little more force.
Her nails scratch my scalp, and she squirms above me, moaning.
“Like?” I ask again, smirking against the spot I just bit. “Tell me, Anna, what do you think I said?”
“That you’re finally going to let me come.” She rolls her hips forward and stops scratching. “Because I’ve been so good and I deserve it.”
I look back at her, begging my heart to slow down. “But do you?”
Her eyes turn molten, dark and threatening. “Stop messing with me.”
“But messing with you is fun,” I tease, pressing her against my throbbing cock. I clench my jaw, groaning at the pressure of her pussy. “You’re so easy to mess with, play with, do whatever I want with.”
It’s patronizing, demeaning how I hold her against me, how I look at her with every inch of arrogance in me, how I say those words and mean them too.
Anna’s jaw hardens and she rolls her lips together before she traps the bottom one between her teeth. Despite how insulted and angry she looks, I can tell she likes this. She squeezes her thighs, sits up straighter, and slackens her arms around my neck.
“And you know it too. The minute I suggested I use your body for money, you should’ve slapped the shit out of me,” I whisper against her ear before I suck the lobe between my teeth, ignoring her protest that her earring is in my mouth.
It’s comical she’s more concerned about them.
I draw back a little, rolling her hips again and forcing her to stay still against me.
She moans and doesn’t push me again, but she does clench her thighs.
“Instead, you did as I said and sucked my cock like the good little fuck toy you are. Because that’s what you want, right?
To be used and degraded. I bet everything in my bank account you’re soaking wet. That’s how easy you are.”
Her head dips like she’s embarrassed, but I tuck a finger under her chin, forcing her to look at me. “Got nothing to say now? What happened to that smartass mouth? Where did the Anna go who told me to fuck off?”
I let go of her chin and hip and undo the only two buttons on her collared shirt, untucking it from the waistband of her joggers.
“I need the money,” she supplies breathlessly, but her gaze holds challenge, determination. “I’m only here for that.”
I stop playing with the hem of her shirt and lean back. “Get off.”
Her brows pull in, eyes narrowed as she stares at me, puzzled. But she doesn’t climb off me. “What—”
I grab her and gently remove her, setting her on the cushion. Fishing out my phone, I go to my bank account and send her five grand.
“I’ve sent you money. You should be good for this week. I’ll send you more later. You can leave or stay.” I straighten, watch the confused expression on her face deepen, and head to my bedroom to grab a tie from my closet.
Not a moment later, she’s stepping into my room.
“Sy—”
“Stop,” I order before she takes another step away from the door.
“What are you on? Why are you being so—”
“Get on your knees.”
She scoffs a laugh. “What?”
“On your knees,” I repeat, perching on the edge of my bed.
Her lips part then close as she drops to her knees. “Stop being weird and—”
“On your hands too.” My voice is thicker than before, my cock pulsing in my briefs, and despite how badly I want to fix myself, I don’t. “Do it, or get out.”
She drags her tongue along the top of her teeth, breathes out harshly through her nose before doing as she’s told.
The corner of my mouth jerks up, and her eyes catch the movement.
It’s a smug-as-fuck smile and I don’t bother to hold it back this time.
Not when she’s on her hands and knees for me, staring up at me with disdain.
But the heat in her eyes is too hot to ignore, too intense.
She could lie, but I know she wants this.
“You’re not here because you need the money.
You know I’ll give it to you. You’re here because you want to be treated like a fuck toy.
You want to get played with and used. So you’re going to crawl to me.
” I pause and watch her eyes go round, cheeks reddening with realization.
“You’re going to do it because you want—no, need me to use your body however I please.
You like to be treated like this. You’re here, you’re in my room, on your hands and knees, panties dripping wet, desperate to be touched.
So crawl to me, Anna. Do it now and I’ll give you what you really want. ”
She’s wearing the same expression she wore when she had my dick in her mouth.
She’s intrigued, excited, when she lifts a hand and knee forward.
She crawls to me, tentative at first, cheeks red, eyes darting everywhere but at me because I know she’s shy about this.
Humiliated and in disbelief that she gets off on it.
I can’t rip my eyes off her hips and her heart-shaped ass. How it, as well as her breasts, sway with every movement.
When she’s at my feet, I grab her arm, and she gasps as I pull her up to stand. “So bloody easy. I can’t wait to taste you.”