Chapter 17 #2
Over the course of the night, I had forgotten why he was so annoying and why I was holding a grudge. He was smiley and kept laughing at all my jokes. Our shoulders brushed when I went to refill my drink. I remember that feeling of static electricity when our arms touched.
I woke up curled up against him on a couch that was too small for the both of us. His arms around me. It was the closest thing to home I’d felt in months. He climbed over and effortlessly scooped me up and started walking.
“I can walk.” I pushed against his chest, and he tightened his arms around me, holding me close.
“I know. Let me do this.”
Call it temporary insanity, but when we got to my room, I dragged him in with me.
Before the door had fully closed, we were already ripping at each other’s clothes. I pulled his shirt over his head while he fumbled with the buttons on my coveralls.
I ran my hands over his smooth blue body, feeling his muscles bunch under my touch. His skin was too tempting, and I kissed across his chest. I was rewarded with a growl and buttons flying across the room. It sent a shiver straight between my legs and my body ached for more.
“You got the shot, right?” I asked, needing to confirm his birth control.
“Of course.”
Cha-ching! Let’s do this.
His soft lips matched my movement as he went from one nipple to the next. I carded my fingers through his black hair and held him to me.
Without taking his mouth from my body, he toed his boots off and kicked them one by one across the room, hitting the far wall with a thump.
“You think you’re pretty talented, huh?” I asked, gasping for breath.
“I know I am,” he said against my skin, dragging my coveralls down past my waist.
Not to be outdone, I pulled at his belt. I had to yank hard, the tightness in his pants making the belt difficult to remove. With a thunk, his pants joined the belt on the floor.
I hope whoever was on the other side of the wall found somewhere else to sleep that night, because I couldn’t care less about being quiet.
I was less graceful with my boots. I stumbled forward, and Tai caught me before I could recover. His hands moved slow after that, wandering down the length of me and back up like he was memorizing every curve. Then he took my face in both hands and brought us close. Not even an inch between us.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, it hurts.” His honest words and the vulnerability in his eyes sent me to my normal tough-exterior response.
“Don’t tell me you’re going soft on me.”
“Oh no—not soft.” He rolled his hips to mine, pushing his erection against me.
I stumbled backward toward my bed, dragging him with me. Not wanting to miss a single second of his body against mine. At the last minute I spun us around and pushed him down. The headboard hit the wall with another bang.
The view from above had me thoroughly wet. Tai lying on my bed. His thick blue cock pointing straight up in the air. His hooded eyes met mine and I bit my lip, making him wait a second longer, torturing him a bit before I slipped my leg over his hip and straddled him.
His cock rubbed obscenely against my slit, pointing up above his belly button pinned between us.
He guided my hips up and down his length.
It was pure, agonizing pleasure. Before I could reach down and direct him inside me, Tai reached up and pulled me down to him.
Our lips crashed together, his tongue tangling with mine.
A hum of approval vibrated his chest against mine.
He dragged his lips from mine and searched my face.
“You want to do this?” he asked, his hands fisting my sheets next to his body, holding back from touching me.
His silver bionic hand had ripped a hole through my sheets, apparently not knowing his strength.
Knowing I’d pushed him to this point transformed me into the most powerful woman in the universe.
I nodded and bent forward to kiss him again.
“No. Words. I need your words,” Tai said, letting go of the ruined bedding and holding my shoulders in place.
“Fuck yes.” He lifted up my hips and brought me back down, his cock rubbing down my center and spreading my slick all over him. His thumb pushed its way straight to my clit.
“You love this. Having me at your mercy, begging for you,” he said as he kissed from my wrist up my arm.
“Tai—”
“Yes. Whatever it is, yes,” he groaned into my neck.
“Shut up and fuck me.”
I’d never admit it, but being there with him felt right.
“Yes, ma’am.” He grabbed his cock and positioned it under me. I lowered and rolled my hips, taking every inch of him. Moans and gasps escaped both of us, and I rode him like my life depended on it.
He flipped us over and flung my ankles over his shoulders. One more stroke of his cock over my clit and he pushed into me. I might have screamed—maybe it was his name or some profanity. The look of pure satisfaction on his face told me what I needed to know. He enjoyed it as much as I did.
The tension built in my core the faster he thrust into me. I watched him inch closer and closer to losing control. My legs shook first, then everything felt like too much and I came, stars blotting my vision. Tai followed me with an erotic moan.
He collapsed next to me and kissed his way down my shoulder. Blindly I fumbled around on the wall next to the bed. My fingers found my towel hanging on a hook past my nightstand. I dragged it over and we cleaned ourselves off.
I was preparing a flimsy excuse about why he needed to get dressed and get out of my room when he dragged me to him, flipped off the light, and snuggled deep into my hair.
It was the best night. Ever.
That is, until the morning and he pushed me off the bed, and I hit the ground, bruising my tailbone.
Fucker.
I have no difficulty remembering all the reasons why I hate him now. That’s what I need to remember, the ending. I need to keep that memory at the top of my mind, especially with us sharing a room now.
“Good night, Tai,” I say and press my eyes closed. As if that could block the memory.
“Good night, Sunshine.”