Tangled (Playing With Fire)

She was close to tumbling over that edge. Her skin felt tight, nerve endings stretched beyond their limits. Stars sparkled beneath her lids, white and twinkling and bright. She bit her lip, concentrated on the way he licked, finger fucked her into oblivion…

And then he was gone, his mouth and his fingers moving away from her, leaving her quivering and breathless and empty.

Her eyes whipped open to find him staring down at her, his lips glistening with her juices, his eyes glittering with anger. He watched her, didn’t say a word, just stared at her with a ferocious expression that made her tummy twist into knots.

“What…what are you doing?” She tried to muster up some anger but the way he watched her quite frankly made her nervous.

“Punishing you for being mean to me.” His voice was low and dark. She’d never heard him sound like that before.

“I was just teasing.”

“Well now so am I.”

She narrowed her eyes. “I didn’t take you for being selfish in bed.”

“I’m not. I’ve been told more than once I’m a very generous lover.” He paused, his lips quirking into a smirk. “But of course, we’re not lovers, are we?”

She felt her words come back at her like a smack across the face. “So you’re not going to let me come.”

“Oh, I might. Eventually.” He sounded so nonchalant the nervousness left her, and she was tempted to hit him. “Depends on if you can be a nice girl.”

“I’m not a girl.” She spat the words at him and propped herself on her elbows, crawling backwards up the bed and away from him.

He followed, damn him. Stalked her like a wild beast about to jump its prey. He moved up the mattress and over her body, his erect cock nudging against her belly when he finally settled over her. His hands pressed on either side

of her head, his gaze locked on hers.

She should be furious. Her body was strung tight, her clit pulsed, her nipples ached. She needed that climax, she’d been close and he’d taken it away like a pissed off parent took away a naughty child’s beloved toy.

But she wasn’t mad. If possible she was even more aroused, beside herself that he was close, hanging above her, about to be inside her. What would it feel like, having that incredible cock filling her, becoming a part of her for one blessed moment? Would he thrust deep and take her roughly? Or would he be gentle and slow and drive her crazy?

Anticipation curled through her and without thought she reached out, trailed her fingers down his damp chest. A fine sheen of sweat made his golden skin glisten, and she wanted to lick him, taste the musky saltiness of his flesh.

So she did, earning a wretched groan from Trevor that rang in her ears and clamored throughout her body.

“Don’t touch me,” he said tightly, pushing her back onto the mattress with one finger to her shoulder.

Scarlett went down, stared up at him in shock. “Why don’t you want me to touch you?”

“Because I’m mad at you. I don’t want you to try and make me feel good. I don’t want you to say or do things you don’t mean either.”

“I…” She paused, searching for the right thing to say. And she couldn’t find it.

“Right. Don’t say a word, don’t touch me.” He bent and kissed her forehead, her temple, her cheek. “Just let me fuck you.”

“What?” Okay, this was getting weird. What was he doing to her? What did he want from her?

“Shut up.” He kissed her, punished her with his mouth. His lips, tongue and teeth were everywhere, stealing her breath, stealing her thoughts and she took his anger, swallowed it. Tears stung the corners of her eyes, and she blinked them away. This wasn’t a time for tears.

This was a time for her to take the punishment she deserved.

Trevor should’ve gotten up and pushed Scarlett away. Walked her to her car and sent her home. The woman clearly couldn’t stand him despite the way her body reacted so readily to his.

But she treated him terribly. And fuck if he knew why.

The blowjob had been amazing. She’d sucked his dick like she actually enjoyed it and half the reason he blew so fast had been her enthusiasm. He knew when a woman liked to go down on a man, all men did. Many women treated it as an obligation, a tit for tat action that most men didn’t mind returning.

Other women hated it, treated oral sex like something dirty and disgusting.