10. Eva
10
EVA
L iam made a sound as I kissed him back, sealing our lips together. It was instinct, something like a grunt and a moan and a sexy exhale all at once. I didn’t know how to define it, but hearing the proof of how much my kiss impacted him turned me on.
Too quickly, before I could fall further into the spell of desire that kissing him built hotter, he pulled back.
“No.” He shook his head.
I gaped at him, then moved into a scowl as he stepped back. Behind him, steam lifted and curled from the open door to the bathroom.
“No?” I sassed.
“No. We’ve done this already.”
I huffed, grabbing his unzipped jeans hanging unlawfully low on his hips. One tug pulled him closer, and I secured him in a hard kiss again. He growled, taking hold of my hips as he held me in place. Dipping down, he arched me back with the force of his kiss. He could tell me no, but he was showing me the opposite.
“And you want me to believe that once was enough?” I demanded when he parted for air.
“It has to be.” He stared at me with such need burning in his eyes that I feared I’d burn up under his gaze. “You can’t stand me.”
I shook my head and kissed him harder, dizzy under his responding touch and from his turning me toward the wall. My back smacked against the surface, and I relished his dominance as he pinned me there. We were right next to the open bathroom door. Steam curled around us, heating it up even more, as if we weren’t scorching already. My skin felt too tight. My pussy ached. I was already so damned aroused by the idea of this rugged man that I couldn’t stand any chance of distance between us. I wanted him in me. I wanted to be on him. I wanted us together so tight and slick, with no gap, so we couldn’t tell where he ended and where I began.
“I can’t stand wanting you when I know you’re all wrong for me.”
He nodded, groaning as I shoved his jeans lower and tugged at his boxers. “I can’t stand you either.” With a swift pull, he tugged my shirt up and over my head. I’d changed since we came home, and I was so happy I’d left out a bra. “Fuck. I can’t stand you,” he repeated as I grabbed his dick and pumped his hard length. I only got a couple of strokes up and down before he moved out of my reach. Lowering to suck and kiss my breasts, he kept his cock too far from my hands.
“You uptight, bratty diva,” he growled, panting hard as he cupped my tits and pulled my bead of a nipple between his lips. “A pain in the ass.”
I moaned, letting my head roll on the wall as he moved to my other breasts and tortured my sensitive flesh there with his tongue, teeth, and lips. So hungry. So demanding.
“I can’t stand you, but I want you so fucking bad, Eva.”
“Me too,” I gasped, excited and not turned off by how he growled his complaints. “You’re not right for me, but you feel so fucking good.” I squirmed out of his hold, sacrificing the sweet torture of his kisses and touches on my breasts. Lower now, I took hold of his veiny, hard length and stroked him.
He groaned, humping into my hand before he kissed me again. With his hands on the wall, he rocked into my fist.
“I need you. I shouldn’t want you, but I need you.”
He nodded, kissing along my jaw until he aimed for my breasts again.
“You protected me.”
He stopped. He froze and gripped my chin. “Are you confusing desire for gratitude? I don’t want you to fuck me as payment for keeping you safe.”
Oh, God. He was so fucking sexy, making me own up to why I wanted him.
“No.” I kissed him as I swirled my thumb over his pre-cum to lubricate stroking him slower. “But seeing you rush to my safety was fucking hot.” It was thrilling that he’d want to protect me when he had no obligation to. It emphasized that deep down, he did care.
“ You’re too hot for me to handle. I should stay away while I can.” I ran my free hand up his chest, reveling in the ridges and dips of his muscles and taut abs. So strong, oozing testosterone and frying my nerves with lust.
“Fuck, Eva. You can’t…” He finished whatever he could’ve said with a low growl as he picked me up and carried me into the bathroom. “You can’t say shit like that to me.”
I shoved my shorts and panties off as he fumbled with his jeans. Kissing made it harder to stand, but his muscled arms were around me before I could fall. Before I could even get my shorts and panties off, he had me in his arms and under the water. He carried me into the shower, soaking us and the clothes I hadn’t removed yet.
“We shouldn’t do this,” he said, cringing as I pumped his erection. He lifted me, urging me to wrap my legs around his waist. “We’re not right for each other.”
I nodded. “We’re horrible.”
“We don’t match,” he argued between sloppy, ravenous kisses.
“We don’t,” I agreed, grinding against his dick and hoping he’d get inside me soon. I was about to combust, overwhelmed with desire.
“This is the last time.”
He notched his cockhead at my entrance, teasing me.
“Last time,” I agreed, nodding. “One more time.”
His fingers curved over my ass cheeks as he slowly fed his cock into my pussy. Slower than he had in the closet, he savored the sinking thrust.
“It’s just sex,” he growled near my ear as he hesitated, halfway in.
I kicked my heel into his ass and tugged him to keep going. I’d cry if he tormented me any longer. I was hit with too many intense sensations to last long. My nipples ached from the abrasion of his hard chest rubbing against my breasts, shoving them higher. My clit throbbed, needing more friction. I was stretched, so full but not enough. I needed all of him, as deep as he could go.
“Just sex. It doesn’t mean anything,” I replied, lost to desire.
“Yeah. Nothing. This means nothing, Eva.” He groaned, pushing further into me as the water slicked down our bodies.
“Nothing. Means. Nothing at all,” I mumbled back. “I don’t even like you.”
He grunted, pulling back out and sliding all the way in again. “But I fucking can’t get enough of you wrapped around my dick like this. Squeeze me, Eva. Suck me in and squeeze me.”
I clung to him as he pounded into me faster. His hands remained on my ass. I tightened my legs around his hips. With the leverage of his chest pushing me against the shower stall, he had enough momentum to build and use on me.
“Oh, yeah. Like this. Just like this,” I begged.
As long as he could fill me so deliciously like this, like a wild animal, grunting and rutting into me with such speed and force, nothing else could matter.
“Yeah. You like bouncing on my cock?” He kissed me, stealing my chance to respond.
I moaned into his mouth as he leaned back. Keeping my upper back on the wall, he canted back so he could stare at my tits jiggling and bouncing with the ferocity of his thrusts.
“You want this?”
I gasped, watching him watch me as he fucked me hard. “I need this. I need you. Just like this.”
He scowled, his expression turning hotter and smoldering as he watched me move my hands to my breasts. My fingers slid over my wet flesh easily. As I cupped my breasts and lifted them in offering to him, he growled and pulled out of me.
“Fuck yeah, Eva. Fuck yeah.” He kissed my breasts, sucking all the water off them and tormenting the throbbing need he’d abandoned in my pussy.
Before I could gather my wits to protest, he slid me back down the wall. All the way until I was seated on his dick again. “Fuck!” I cried out at the hard stretch, relishing the twist of pain and pleasure.
I tugged on my nipples, harder and faster. Between playing with them and taking every hard inch of him, I shattered quickly. My orgasm plowed through me, lighting me up from head to toe. It crushed me, broke me. In the most glorious ride on his dick, I felt the burn of pleasure everywhere. In my breasts that were so heavy with an achy need. Along my legs as they quivered and shook.
Then in the deep pulse of his dick jerking inside me. He growled, leaning close and trapping my hands between us. His lips found mine, and while he kissed me, I swallowed down every bit of his groan as he came hard.
We stayed plastered together, dragging out the pleasure of him fitting me so fully. Kissing and holding each other, we slowed the intensity and gradually caught our breath. His lips brushed my cheek, and I caressed his back in lazy strokes.
After the hot fury of how we’d come together, I clung to him with a gentler hold. And he didn’t seem to be in any rush to release me. His thick, hard arms stayed wrapped around me, and he didn’t make a move to let me go.
Even though we agreed this was the last time. That it was just sex. He only protected me because… that was who he was. Not because he cared so deeply for me.
Our attraction burned on anger and irritation, but for a quick moment, when he’d sheltered me, I got it in my head that fondness might play a factor in there.
Just sex. And that was the last time.
Maybe if I repeated it, I’d remember it long enough for it to stick.
I lowered my legs, and as I moved, he got the hint that I wanted to get down.
“Running away again?” he teased.
I smirked at him, not prepared to let him have the last word.
“It was just sex,” I reminded him, hating every syllable of that phrase.
He nodded, sobering up and losing that playfulness. “Yeah. Just sex. For the last time.” His hungry gaze at my wet breasts suggested he might be rethinking it.
With a gentle squeeze of my hip, he stepped closer and kissed the top of my head. Then he moved to the side, forcing his face into the water as he shoved me aside then slapped my ass.
Did you just shoo me out of here? I glowered at him and turned to leave.
Just go. If I tried to insist on anything more… He could just tell me no again and reject me to a point where I couldn’t handle it. He might not be fond of me, but dammit, I was starting to slip and care too much. This curiosity was growing into something too deep.
No. It’s just sex like we agreed. Go.
As I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around myself, I tried to make peace with that, feeling like a liar the whole walk out of his room and toward mine.