Admit You Need Me (Irresistible Billionaires 4)

What just happened outside was an embarrassment. At the end of the day, it was not that serious, but of course, you had to think about the kids in the situation. Whatever it was, it was embarrassing. And it was her fault. I didn't care.

If I was the one acting out of turn, it was because she was there and I didn't know what I was supposed to do around her anymore, ask her to marry me, or relocate across the country so I never had to see her again. Our relationship had been distant and cordial in the beginning. After having sex, it was supposed to go back to that, but it never did because we ended up trapped together for days in an isolated cabin and we made the most of our time alone.

Now, it felt like we were past the point of no return. There was no going back to the two of us just being a couple of people in the same friend group who weren't particularly close. I had no idea what the alternative was, but this was getting exhausting.

I’d figure it out later. After this, I could think about that because right now, Maggie's perfect ass was offered up to me and we only had a few minutes of being alone together before people started to wonder what happened.

I got my cock out and jerked it a couple of times. It took absolutely nothing to get me hard. Just the sight in front of me was enough. Guiding my cock inside her, I waited a few seconds to be polite as she wriggled her hips getting acclimatized, and then I did what she asked me to do. I fucked her.

I heard her squeal and then bite her lip so that she didn't make any more noise. I wondered whether the door was locked and then wondered after that whether I cared if anyone walked in on us. The party couldn't get any worse. If Eddy or Niall walked in here and found us like this, at least we would have a legitimate reason never to see each other again. The rest of the group would understand when one of us tried to say it was too awkward to be together and would get the hint, never inviting us to get-togethers at the same time again.

That was what it took at this point to keep me away from her; third-party intervention because left to my own devices, I would always find her again. To be fair though, it wasn't like she was exactly pushing me away.

She met every one of my thrusts, pushing back against me as I pushed forward. It was hot, dirty, and angry. I was mad at her, sure I was. I hated the things she did to me and that I was so powerless when it came to her. I was scared because I wasn't used to being in that position.

Reaching around, I got my hand between her thighs and started working my thumb against her clit. She squealed again and it felt like a small victory.

“Shh,” I told her.

“Fuck off,” she snapped.

I moved my hand to her breast and she replaced it with her own.

Throwing her leg up on the sink to change the angle a little bit, I knew I wasn't going to last much longer.

I fucked her faster, harder until I saw white light behind my eyes and I felt myself release inside her.

I was panting, coming down from my high when I felt her push me so that I slid out of her. Was she

in a hurry? Getting dressed, she looked at herself in the mirror, getting rid of any traces of what we had done.

“In a hurry to get back to the party?” I asked her.

“Since the alternative is staying here with you, yes I am.”

“Ouch. If you have some complaints about my performance, just say it.”

“This was a mistake,” she said. She wasn't looking at me, she was looking at the mirror but her reflection looked like she could see me as she said that.

“You asked me to fuck you and then afterward you feel bad about it. So you didn't mean it?”

“Who said I felt bad about it?”

“Don't you think there's a reason why we can't keep our hands off each other?”

“I'm horny and you're available?” she said.

“Look, how about we reconsider things?” I said. She turned around so she was actually looking at me but her face was blank. I wasn't sure what I wanted, but going back to how things were, awkward and distant was not it. I couldn't say it but something relationship shaped would have made me happier.

“You want to date me?” she asked in so much disbelief it almost sounded like contempt.

“I don't want to keep running into you and having sex and then not speaking for prolonged stretches afterward,” I said meaning yes. I wasn't even sure that I knew how to date someone, but if dating basically meant I wasn’t going to be lying any more then yeah, it was what I wanted.

“It's complicated.”

“What's complicated?”

“Me. My life. What you're asking I can’t do.”