11 #2
Apparently, because he kept chuffing as I lathered up and stared at him like I dared him to push it because I had no problem leaving. I wasn’t sure what went through his mind, but a lot played over his face before he seemed to realize I wouldn’t cave and simply kissed me.
Then he took the soap from me and fingered me until I moaned as I finished.
“You needed that,” he said, his tone a bit too happy.
I felt a bit defensive of Joris for some reason even if we weren’t in a committed relationship. The dig was clearly aimed at my current sexual activities or lack thereof. “Have you been paying attention to what’s been going on and the level of stress I’m under?”
He snorted and then tried to help me with my hair. I told him it would take longer if he did but shut up when I learned he actually gave an amazing scalp massage. And he knew not to put shampoo on the ends, just the roots.
Which made me pissed because men learned that from being in real relationships with other women, not just in passing. Then being pissed about that really pissed me off because this wasn’t about having a relationship with him, but sex.
About the third time I went around with that crazy, I just grabbed his cock and started stroking it. That seemed the way to keep focused on why I was there. Plus… He was happy.
He moaned loudly and kissed me while still giving me the scalp massage before moving my hair under the direct stream.
The fact he could focus enough to do that still annoyed me and I gave a love bite on his shoulder as I stroked him rougher.
Thorn loved it and grabbed my ass, making sure each hand was full and dug his fingers in my skin.
“You will regret that,” he warned before giving me a bite back.
Yeah, I didn’t think I would.
He finished on me, groaning my name and then watching it on my skin before the water rinsed it away. He did not like that part and the look in his eyes was almost feral. “I’m going to completely fill you until it’s obscene how much leaks back out of you.”
Okay then.
My shower was half-assed after that and he didn’t even bother to pretend. I mean, I was clean, but he didn’t clean me so much as just touch me how he could. Then I was out of there and I had to remind him to turn off the water.
“Only because you have to pay for it,” he grumbled and went back to get it.
I swallowed a snort and before I could blink was on the bed. We weren’t even going to pretend that we were going to towel off or not make a mess.
Perfect.
He pinned my wrists over my head and spread me wide. He kissed me deeply, but then he was just pushing inside of me.
It reminded me of Kole.
Not that Kole had remotely as good of moves or the sex had been anywhere near the level of connection. But the lack of oral sex. The “if I didn’t suck him off, I didn’t deserve it either” mentality.
And it made me miss Joris and Onyx. They spoiled me.
I wanted to be spoiled.
“But you could hurt them right now with what you’re carrying,” Iris reminded me, refocusing us and why we were there just for our needs.
Thorn seemed to realize there was a change with me and paused halfway inside of me and came in for another kiss. I didn’t want it though, so I dug my short nails in his back and pushed my hips up, spurring him on.
It worked and he moaned my name as he pulled back out and thrust deeper. He let go of my wrists and focused on my tits—hands and mouth—and screwed me like a man possessed.
And I loved it. It was exactly what I’d needed and had come there for.
I finished loudly and that seemed to snap something in him, clearly wanting a repeat performance from me.
He got it, and only then did he finish as well, trying to see if he could fuck me so deeply that my body permanently became the same shape as him. It was so good and that actually annoyed me again.
How could it be so good with someone I mostly hated and who had hurt me so badly?
How fucked in the head am I to even be here?
I pushed that thought away when he gave a soft chuckle and brushed his lips over mine. I swallowed loudly when he eyed me over, knowing where his head was.
“I need you again,” he growled, but then froze at whatever was on my face. “What? Was I too rough? Do you need—let’s take a break.” He gently pulled out of me and then did exactly the last thing I wanted with him.
He moved to snuggle with me—pull me against his chest even like I’d woken that morning.
I was rolling to the edge of the bed with energy I didn’t know where I got. The annoyance of my dragons probably. “I need to go.”
“Go?” he hedged, sounding confused. “Go where?”
“Back to my suite.”
“Wait, that’s just it? You’re not going to stay the night like I’m some—”
“Are you kidding me right now?” I whispered, staring at the wall and not even able to look at him I was so annoyed.
I forced myself to stand even if my legs didn’t feel ready to hold my weight. Sheer anger made them work with me. Once I had my pants on—forgoing the panties—I turned to face him.
“You think I’m ever going to sleep over after what happened last time?” I felt better when he looked like I’d slapped him. At least he wasn’t that stupid that he didn’t understand the damage he’d done. “This is what you wanted. This is what you asked for. To just have fun while you’re here.”
I had my bra and shirt on with practiced ease and then my shoes before I checked I had everything.
“That’s not what I meant,” he chuffed as he was suddenly in front of me holding my phone.
I held my hand out for it, wiggling my fingers when he didn’t give it over.
Then I got pissed when it was clear he was waiting for me to respond.
“Well, that’s what you said.” I shoved at his chest when he just stared.
“No, enough of your head up your ass confusing everything. Fuck what you want then. This is what I want, and if you’re not up for it, don’t open the door next time. ”
I snatched my phone from his hand and left. Fuck him.
Seriously just… Fuck him and all men. I was so, so tired of them and a lot of everything.
Fine, not a lot of everything.
I was tired of everything.