Tangled (Playing With Fire)

Not Scarlett, that was for sure.

Something had changed right after the blowjob, and he was unsure of what. A glint shone in her eyes and that same old defensiveness had returned. It was an act, it had to be some sort of act she used to protect herself. From what, he didn’t know.

But it was an act that hurt, cut like a knife right to the bone. And Trevor was tired of it. He wanted her to have a taste of her own medicine.

The kiss he’d given her had been brutal, and she’d taken it. The way he’d talked to her had been cruel, and she’d accepted it. She watched him, her expression wary and her body restless beneath his. His cock, already hard and unyielding, pushed against her stomach, left a trail of pre-come across her skin. He reached between them, rubbed the liquid into her soft belly.

“Lick them,” he demanded when he brought his fingers to her mouth.

She did as he requested, her pretty little tongue darting out and licking his fingers clean. He groaned, shoved two fingers deeper into her mouth, and she sucked them much as she’d sucked his dick.

“Can you taste me?” She nodded at his question. “Do you taste yourself?” She nodded again, and he growled, thrust his fingers in and out of her wet mouth. “Your pussy tasted fucking delicious. Are you mad I didn’t give you an orgasm?”

Another nod and she whimpered when he withdrew his fingers from her mouth. Reaching across the bed, he opened the drawer on the bedside table and pulled out a condom. He tore at the wrapper and tossed it on the tabletop before lifting away from her and sheathing himself.

“Well if you’re a good girl, I’ll give you what you want.” He thrust into her without any preparation, just plunged inside that hot, tight pussy with all he had until he filled her to the hilt. “Will you be a good girl, Scarlett?”

“Yes,” she whispered, arching against him, sending his cock deeper. Both of them groaned, the desperate sounds mingling together much like their bodies.

“Fuck, you feel amazing.” But that was no surprise. He knew she’d feel amazing, and she didn’t disappoint. Hot, swollen tissues clung to his cock, dragged against him as he slowly pulled out and then thrust back in. Her legs snuck around his hips, her heels digging into his ass and her arms circled around his neck.

He loved the way she clung to him, as if she didn’t want to let go. He loved the sounds she made, sweet little sighs, low groans when he went particularly deep, her breathing accelerated, panting close to his ear. She was sweaty, her damp body rubbed against his and the scent of arousal, sex filled the air.

“I’m going to fuck you hard,” he whispered in her ear. “And I know you can take it.”

She nodded, another whimper escaping her, and he began to move in earnest, his hips slapping against hers, going balls deep and she cried out.

Trevor stilled within her body, swallowing hard when he felt the rhythmic clench of her inner walls around his cock. “Scarlett. Did I hurt you?” Hell, he wasn’t a total asshole. The last thing he wanted to do was damage this woman.

He liked her too damn much.

She shook her head, her wild damp curls smacking him in the face. “No. Go deeper, Trevor. Harder. Please.”

He did as she requested, fucking her with wild abandon and yet also great care. He didn’t want to hurt her, but it felt so good to pound deep into that tight little body. Her breasts bounced, nipples pink and hard and begging for his touch, and he ducked his head. Sucked first one, then the other into his mouth, biting the little bit of distended flesh, making her squeal.

“Oh yes,” she murmured, and he knew for sure his Scarlett enjoyed a little pain, a little punishment. Her pussy was so wet it made a delicious juicy suctioning sound with his every withdrawal. He reached between them, his fingers finding her distended clit, rubbing and flicking and pinching it and she stilled beneath him, her agonized cry beautiful as she came all over his cock.

“Ah fuck yeah, baby, you deserved that little prize,” he whispered in her ear as he bent over her, his own orgasm barreling down upon him. “You are so good, Scarlett. So fucking tight.”

“Trevor,” she whispered, her arms squeezing him, her body still quivering beneath his. “Come, Trevor. Please.”

“Jesus, Scarlett.” It roared over him, shooting up his spine, shooting from his balls and through his cock until he erupted with a shout. He came, the come wrenched from his body and spilling into the condom as he shuddered over her again. And again. And again.

She encouraged him with murmured words and soft touches, her hands gliding over his back, his ass, her mouth hot and damp against his ear. He cried out, a pitiful sound to his ears, and he slumped against her, amazement filling him at what just happened.

The mother fucking orgasm of all orgasms. He didn’t know whether to scream with joy or run like hell. Far and fast from this infuriating, fascinating, sexy as hell woman.

Chapter Six

Scarlett sat in a rounded booth with Austin’s girlfriend Michaela and her best friend Carly, all three sipping on giant margaritas. A large basket of tortilla chips sat on the table, accompanied by a little bowl of salsa and freshly made guacamole.

Right behind Asian food Scarlett’s favorite was Mexican. And the restaurant Michaela had chosen for them to meet at had delicious chips and salsa. She judged a restaurant alone by the quality of the chips and salsa.

“God, Michaela, I don’t want to hear you brag about your sex life anymore. I’m so jealous.” Carly shook her head and took a hearty sip through her neon green straw.

Michaela shoved another chip lathered in guacamole into her mouth. “I am not bragging. Am I bragging, Scarlett?” she asked after she swallowed.

Scarlett shrugged, not quite sure how to answer. She’d never had close girlfriends before, not even in school. She was more of a loner, always had been. She’d only come tonight because Austin had convinced her to go. “You’re kind of bragging. Not that I can blame you.”