“Fuck.” Anger mixed with lust mixed with something weirdly primal twisted inside me, and I jerked against the knot again. “When I get loose—”
“What?” She caught my chin with her free hand, holding my cheeks and forcing me to look into her eyes. It pissed me off, but she was grinning. I fucking loved it. “You’re going to fuck me?”
My chest tightened, and I snapped my face away. Desire-laced frustration was building in my torso. “I’m going to fuck you hard.”
“Mmm.” Both her hands held my face now. “You get a kiss for that.”
Leaning forward, she lightly touched her lips to mine, pulling away when I tried to kiss her back. Again, my muscles strained, and I jerked harder against the knot. Her kiss turned rough. She pushed me back, opening my mouth with hers, pushing her tongue inside. Everything in me tightened. I was about to come. I was going crazy, and all I could think about was getting my hands loose and getting them on her.
Her hand returned to the tip of my cock, and I could feel it slippery now. With my eyes closed, my were senses focused on the depth of her kiss, her hand on my dick, and the gradual loosening of that tie. Tightness burst in my stomach as my first arm slipped free.
She noticed it move, and with a shriek, she was off my lap, headed for the bed. But I caught her, pulling her back and slamming into her from behind as we fell together onto the mattress. I held her hips and fucked her hard, and somewhere in the cloud of my angry-frustrated-turned-on-as-hell brain, I heard her cries. It was sick and twisted, and damn. My brain had switched over to primal, and all I knew was her depth, her tightness and that urge to dominate driving me as I gripped her ass, hitting it harder.
“Oh, god, Patrick,” she moaned. Somehow she managed to get her knees under her, and she pushed back. We moved up with her on my lap, arching her back against my chest, deepening my penetration.
“Fuck!” I was going off deep inside her, holding her breasts as she rode me, lifting and dropping as I sat on my knees behind her.
Hot, wet, power, need, more—all the feelings twisted together as I finished. My mixture of emotions made it difficult to know where we were, if she’d made it or not. I was momentarily blinded. We fell forward again on the bed, still connected, and I held her as she finished rocking against me. I massaged her clit and kissed her shoulders, the space behind her neck, up to her ears. She continued moaning and moving against me until slowly, we came down, breathing heavily.
I was spent, rolling onto my back beside her. All the adrenaline that had been raging inside me was now satisfaction mixed with relief. “What the fuck was that about?” My voice was ragged.
Still lying on her stomach, she turned her head, sneaking a peek at me. “It seemed to be about you dominating.”
“I hope you’re on the pill.” I bent my elbows, pushing my fingers into the sides of my hair. Protection had not crossed my mind. I had only thought about one thing just then and we’d done it. She reached up and pulled my elbow nearest her down, watching my face.
“I am.” Her voice was soft, and I looked over at her.
“You probably ruined my best tie.”
“I’m sorry.”
I was calmer now, and the guilty smile on her face was bringing me around. “You’re taking a big risk tying a guy up like that. You’re lucky I don’t have any kind of PTSD.”
“I was just playing with you. Are you mad?”
Hell no, I thought. I wasn’t sure what I felt. “Where did you learn to make knots like that?”
That grin was still pulling on the corner of her mouth. “I told you, I have older brothers.”
I rose up on my elbow then, looking down at her. “If you pull a stunt like that again, I’ll wear you out. I do not like being tied up.”
Shyness gone, she laughed. “You don’t have to tell me, I was here. It was intense.”
Her finger touched my nose, running down to my lips. I kissed it and caught her waist, pulling her body to me. “Don’t do it again.”
“You liked it.”
“I’m stronger than you, and I could hurt you.”
“Sounds like we need a safe word.”
My head dropped to her shoulder, and I felt her laugh again, which made me laugh. She was wild, but in a way that surprised and amazed me. Raising my head, I caught her mouth, giving her a rough kiss. “I’ve got my eye on you.”
Her arms wrapped around my neck. “I want your eyes on me.” She kissed my lips lightly. “I want your thoughts on me. Only me. All the time.”
She had no idea. I kissed her again, and she kissed me back. Strong and good and full of feelings neither of us would say out loud yet. But we were getting there. I lowered my face to her chest and wrapped my arms around her waist. The sound of her breath swirling in and out filled my ear and holding her body next to mine, I couldn’t help but wonder, how in the hell would I let her go tomorrow? I had no fucking idea.
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