Chapter 18
EIGHTEEN
Lake
There are pinpricks of pain in my ankle.
Again.
And growling in the air.
Again.
But I’ve got my mouth on the most glorious set of tits I’ve ever seen and—
“Lake!” she cries out, clenching at my hair, arching against me, pulling my head down as if she can’t get enough of my mouth.
And maybe she can’t, considering the way she’s grinding against my pelvis.
But her calling my name out means that the pain in my ankle increases, the fucking demon of a dog activated to full asshole mode as he clamps down.
I grunt and she immediately loosens the hold she has on my hair, the apology already forming on her face.
“Not you,” I say around her nipple, meeting her eyes, ordering, “Harder, butterfly.”
Her fingers tighten.
The sting at my scalp increases and my cock twitches, loving the slight bit of pain, wanting more, wanting everything this woman can dish out.
I press my teeth lightly into the taut bud of her nipple.
“Oh God!” she moans, nails biting into my scalp.
My cock’s happy for one moment—and only one moment—because then Steve presses his teeth into my ankle. I grunt, and it’s not in pleasure, it’s not my cock loving that bit of pain. It’s because it’s a fucking distraction, and it’s because that tiny demon is trying to cockblock me.
It’s because the little asshole’s grip hurts, and not in a good way.
I suck at her nipple, not gently, because she seems to like that bit of pain as well, because the tiny demon is treating my ankle like a chew toy and I need that shit to stop, and I’m not stopping until she comes apart beneath me.
I slide my hand down her side, over her belly, shoving it beneath the waistband of her sweats and into her underwear.
Slick, slick heat.
Wetter than I expect, sopping, soaking wet, fucking dripping.
I forget about my ankle.
I focus on the bundle of nerves at the apex of her pussy, and the fact that she really likes it when I press my thumb to the spot.
That she cries out my name again when I slip one finger into her tight cunt.
She clamps around me, pussy and thighs, hands in my hair, and then I feel it.
Her orgasm closing in on her.
In the gush of desire coating my palm, my finger, making it so I can slip another in without resistance, can slide a third into that tight sheath.
My name dances off the tip of her tongue.
Her body undulates against mine.
Throbbing in my ankle. In my cock.
I keep working her breasts, keep thrusting my fingers into her pussy, keep pressing my thumb to her clit.
And—
Finally.
She comes apart.
“Oh God,” she gasps. “Oh God. Oh my fucking God!”
Her body tenses…and then she slumps back onto the counter, limbs going lax, pussy convulsing around my fingers, mouth parting in a soft O, eyes sliding closed.
Her sweatshirt and tee are rucked up around the tops of her breasts, shoved under her arms. Her joggers are hanging low on her hips, stretched out with my arm beneath them.
Not even fully naked.
But the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had the privilege to see.
My dick is hard and aching and I’m desperate to drag her pants down, to thrust into that tight cunt, to feel all that slick heat surrounding my cock, the clasp of her pussy around me.
That desire is so damned strong, I almost do just that.
In fact, I slip my fingers free, need ramping when she gives a soft mew of protest, and grip the waistband of her pants—
“Grr.”
The growl snaps me out of my daze, out of the driving need of my cock.
The sharp increase in pressure at my ankle does the rest of the job.
“Fuck,” I hiss, releasing her sweats, slipping my hand behind her shoulders and helping her sit up. A sharp tug covers her breasts with that sports bra thing, another has her T-shirt down, still one more has her sweatshirt covering her torso.
Only when I make sure she’s steady, do I step back.
I pick up the towel, wanting to go back to the mess, wanting to pretend this didn’t happen. Wanting…
To fuck her senseless.
So. Fucking. Stupid.
Especially when her eyes flick down, teeth pressing into her bottom lip and need courses through me anew. “Do you want me to…?” she offers with a gesture toward my crotch.
My dick twitches and a little of my inner demon comes out, even though I’m spiraling and freaking out inside and trying to come up with any reason why me fucking her right now is a bad idea.
For the record, risking tiny demon bite wounds is not one of those reasons.
Neither is the flush on her cheeks.
Or the vision of those lush breasts imprinted on my mind.
What I wouldn’t give to see them jiggling as I fuck her hard and fast and—
“I mean,” she whispers, “You, um, helped me out and I—” Those cheeks turn a deep shade of red. “I can return the favor.”
Fuck, she’s cute.
Really cute.
And sweet and gorgeous.
And I want her.
For more than just one quick fuck.
No other thought could have succeeded in cooling my desire as quickly, as completely. One other time in my life, I thought that. One other time and it seriously ended up fucking me.
Fucking with my head, my heart, with everything I thought I knew.
I’m not doing that again.
Not now. Not ever.
“No,” I snap. “I don’t want you to help me with my dick.”
Her face falls and I know I’m an asshole. I know it, but I can’t stop, can’t let this continue. Better to remind her how much of a jerk I am here and now.
“Oh,” she whispers.
“You’ve done enough,” I mutter and that’s the only truth in the bullshit I’m spouting. Because she’s rocked me to my fucking core, has exposed every weakness to the chilled, snow-filled air.
“Right.” Another whisper.
“My dick doesn’t like women who barely know how to fuck, who just lay there like goddamned pillow princesses”—I toss her a sneering look, dragging it down along her front, staring at the body I’m so desperate for I can still taste her skin on my tongue, staring at her body so I can avoid the pain in her deep, pine green eyes.
“Trust me, I’ve had better than whatever shitty hand job you’re about to offer me. ”
She gasps and now I can’t avoid looking up, can’t avoid looking into those eyes.
They swim with tears.
I. Am. A. Fucking. Asshole.
But I don’t apologize.
I just shake the damned dog off my ankle, turn away, and get the fuck out of there.