Chapter 7
Travis
Icrash my mouth against hers.
I groan, my cock aching like the desperate, hard-up freak that I am.
Anna whimpers into my mouth and tugs a hand through my hair, then pulls hard. Like she’s mad. Like she can’t stand the fact that she’s turned on by this too.
The burn against my scalp makes my dick even harder.
This is so messed up. Why do I like this? Why do I like it when she’s angrily kissing me?
The thought leaves my brain as she claws at my chest and lets out a whiny moan.
Ah fuck, her sounds. God, it’s so fucking sexy how much noise she makes when she’s turned on.
I tease my tongue against hers as she gently laps mine in return. Then, a second later, she bites my bottom lip.
Holy fuck, I like that. I like how she’s teasing and soft one second, then feisty the next.
I growl like a wild animal and dig my fingers into her hips. I lean back, breaking our kiss, and look at her.
“You’re so fucking feisty,” I grit out.
Her lush mouth lifts in a naughty smile. She grips my cock outside of my pants. “Yeah, but you like it.”
My cock throbs at the feel of her hand on me. Even through the barrier of fabric, her touch feels amazing.
I grip her chin in my hand and look her in the eye. “I hate it.”
She raises her eyebrow, her gaze flickering with amusement. She knows I’m full of shit. I know I’m full of shit.
But that’s part of the fun. Neither of us wants to admit just how much we turn each other on. It adds to the tension. It adds to this crazy heat that’s ignited between the two of us.
Still gripping her chin, I press the palm of my other hand between her legs. Her eyes flutter, and that smug little smile fades.
“You like this, don’t you? You like my hand on your pussy.”
She presses her eyes shut and starts to shake her head. I give her chin a sharp jerk. Her eyelids fly open. Her gold-brown eyes are big and bright.
“Don’t lie to me, Anna.”
Her lips purse, and her expression turns defiant. But I don’t miss the flicker of heat in her eyes. And I don’t miss the way her pussy quivers against my palm. She likes this. She likes it when I talk to her like this—when I’m demanding and hard and a little mean.
“I hate it,” she says, her voice whiny and breathy.
I tilt my head at her. “Really?” I swallow hard. “Do you hate this too?”
I slide my hand into the waistband of her jeans, slowly.
Her eyes widen, and I still.
“This okay?” I ask, my tone softer. Yeah, this fucked-up and dirty game we’re playing is fun, but only if we’re both into it. Only if she wants it as much as I do.
She looks me in the eye, her delicate chest heaving with the breath she takes. “Yes.”
I slide my hand farther down, groaning softly when I feel how warm and wet her pussy is. Her eyes roll back when I slide my fingers through her slick folds, pressing gently against her clit.
I move my hand in a slow, gentle circle. She gasps.
“Do you hate this, Anna?”
“Yes,” she whines. “It’s horrible. So…bad,” she says, panting.
I can’t help but smile at the desperation in her tone, at how she’s lying to me. At how she refuses to admit just how good I’m making her feel.
I press harder, and she whimpers.
“You hate how good my fingers make you feel, don’t you?”
She bites down as she glares at me. Excitement zooms through me, and my cock pulses.
“This doesn’t feel good,” she says. “Your fingers are so…mediocre.”
I almost laugh. She’s such a brat, and holy fuck, do I like it.
I lean down and dust a kiss on the side of her neck. I run my tongue along the delicate, soft slope. Her pulse kicks up against my tongue, and I growl at how turned on she is, at how much her body likes my touch and my mouth, no matter what she says.
I gently graze my teeth over her skin, and she whimpers. I press my palm harder against her clit, and her legs start to give out. I press my body against hers so she’s propped up between the wall and me
“Oh, God…” she babbles.
“Just say it, Anna,” I growl in her ear. “Say you like the way my hands and my mouth make you feel. Say I make you feel good.”
“Screw you,” she whimpers, panting.
“Say it.”
“Never.”
I start to pull my hand away, but she stops me with a hand on my wrist.
I lean back to look at her, grinning smugly at the tortured expression on her face. Her eyes are pleading, her cheeks are flushed, and she’s breathing harder by the second.
I tighten my grip on her chin and kiss her hard.
“Such a fucking brat,” I mutter against her mouth, moving my palm on her clit harder and faster.
A second later, she unravels. She cries out, her desperate sounds bouncing off the alley walls.
I watch her, mesmerized by the panicked look in her beautiful gold-brown eyes, the way her entire body shudders, the way her skin turns the prettiest shade of pink.
She’s gorgeous when she comes.
When she starts to come down, she grips her fingers around my wrist. Slowly, I pull my hand out of her jeans, and I let go of her chin.
My head is spinning as we look at each other. Before I can say anything, she grabs the waistband of my joggers and yanks them down. Then she turns and pushes me against the wall.
When she wraps her soft, delicate fingers around my throbbing cock, I let out a hiss. Then I take a slow, deep breath. Holy fuck. Her hand feels like heaven.
I swallow hard and watch her as she stares at my erection in her grip.
When I see her eyes widen the slightest bit, a smug feeling blooms in my chest. She’s impressed.
“Like what you see?” I grit out.
She looks up at my face and just shrugs. I hold back a laugh. I like how she won’t give me the satisfaction of a compliment. Makes things interesting.
She gives me a slow tug, and my head falls back against the wall.
“Ah, fuck,” I mutter.
She lets out a soft giggle.
“I think I’m gonna like seeing how fast you come,” she says.
I shake my head, refusing to look at her. “No way.”
She gives me another slow jerk. I grit my teeth, refusing to make a sound. But then she grips my balls with her other hand, and my knees buckle. Dizzying pleasure spirals through my entire body.
“Fucking seriously?” I mutter, gazing up at the sky.
She keeps jerking my dick while playing with my balls. Heat gathers between my legs, settling in my lower abdomen. I press my eyes shut and recall the state capitals, then I start doing long division. Anything to make myself last as long as possible.
“You’re close. I can tell.”
Her soft, taunting voice makes me grit my teeth. But I like it. I like how smug she sounds. I like that she’s having her way with me.
I shake my head, but then she starts to work me faster in her hands. My leg muscles tremble.
She kisses the hinge of my jaw. “So fucking close,” she whispers in my ear, her tone playful.
And that’s what does it. The heat and pressure inside of me crash. I come with a muffled growl. I fall against the brick wall, my chest tight from how hard I’m breathing.
I open my eyes, but I can’t see straight for the first few seconds. When I glanced down, I see my release all over the pavement next to us.
I let out a shaky breath and look at Anna. She runs her tongue along her lush bottom lip as she holds my gaze.
I open my mouth to speak, but then I hear voices. I turn my head and see a small group of people turn into the alley, laughing and talking.
Shit.
I spin around and tuck myself back into my pants. They walk past us and open the door to the back of the diner. I hold my breath, hoping they don’t notice my cum on the sidewalk. When they don’t even glance at it, I exhale softly, relieved. Thank fuck it’s dark out.
I look at Anna, who’s staring at me, her expression expectant.
“We can’t go back in at the same time,” I say. “Nick and Poppy will think something is up.”
She blinks at me, and swallows, then nods. “Right.”
“You go back first.” I shove my hands in my pockets and hunch my shoulders as I turn away from her.
I wait for the sound of the door closing to turn around. I wait another minute before heading back into the diner.
When I make it back to our table, Nick and Poppy are laughing and talking with Anna, who’s looking at them with a tight smile on her face.
I sit back down and drain the rest of the water in my glass.
“Damn, that was a hell of a piss,” Nick says. “You were gone a while.”
“My mom called. I went outside to talk to her,” I say quickly.
His expression turns serious. “She doing okay?”
A pang of guilt hits at how concerned my best friend is for her. Here he is, thinking about my mom, but I was actually hooking up with his sister behind his back.
Shame roasts me. I try to ignore it. “Yeah, she’s good. She just wanted to say hi.”
He turns back to Poppy. I glance at Anna, but she doesn’t even look at me.
I swallow hard, in disbelief at what we just did. I’ve never done anything like that before. That was crazy. And reckless. And stupid. Anyone could have seen us.
It was also really fucking hot.
I clear my throat, trying to not to think about how that was the single hottest hookup I’ve ever had in my life.
I tear my gaze from Anna. I can’t keep staring at her. Nick and Poppy will know something’s up.
So I stare at the food on my plate. I look at Nick and Poppy. Everywhere except Anna.
An uneasy feeling gnaws at my gut. I’m being such an asshole, ignoring her like this. But I have to. Because I know if I look at her longer than two seconds, I’ll want to grab her and kiss her and make her come again.
But I can’t. We can’t hook up ever again.
When we pay our check, I say bye to Poppy and Nick. I pretend like Anna doesn’t exist. I don’t say a word to her. I barely even look at her. Then I leave.