I frown at him. “What? Why?”
“Why? Because you took off last night and I couldn’t find you. I thought you’d left again. I thought—”
I reach up and place my fingers over his lips.
“I promised you I wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye, and I meant it. I just had things I needed to do, and I needed space from whatever fucking game you three were playing.”
“You think I’m playing you?”
“I have no idea what you’re doing, Blink. What I do know is that I turned up here yesterday, and it’s as if everyone wants to play a game of fuck-a-bitch. Tell me, does the person who finds the golden snatch win a prize or just bragging rights?”
It seems I might be a touch more pissed-off about the whole thing than I realized.
His expression darkens before he snarls, dips at the waist, and tosses me over his shoulder.
I fight for him to put me down, but he uses his giant mitts to slap my ass hard. He storms out of the room, and I assume he’s taking me to Hank’s office. Instead, he detours, and we end up in the supply closet before he sets me down on a pallet of toilet paper.
Leaning over me, all traces of my smiley friend have disappeared, and he looks pissed. That’s fine by me because I’m just as pissed.
“You think I’d treat you so poorly? Is that what you think of me, Mal? That I just want in your pants so I can brag about it to the boys that I bagged the elusive Malice? Yeah, I fucked that bitch good. Put her in her place with my giant cock,” he mocks.
I realize belatedly he’s not just angry, he’s hurt at the accusation.
“Tell me I’m wrong and that you don’t want anything from me, and I’ll apologize right now.”
“Of course, I want something from you. I want everything,” he snarls before he slams his mouth down on mine.
It’s like a gun being fired that signals the start of a race. Our movements become frantic as we rip each other’s clothes off.
“Jesus, I want you so bad. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life,” he chokes out as he spreads my legs and gets to his knees, burying his face between my thighs.
His tongue swipes over me, lapping up my increasing wetness like a fucking cat, which is ironic given that I’m the one mewling.
I reach down and grip his hair tightly, holding him to me as he fucks me with his tongue.
I gasp as wave upon wave of sensation washes over me, making my skin feel electrified and mind scrambled.
“Fuck, you taste like all my favorite things.” He nibbles my clit before standing up and pulling me into a sitting position.
“I always wanted to try this.”
“What—?” My voice cuts off on a gasp as he deadlifts me and presses me against the wall so that my legs are over his shoulders and his face is back on my pussy.
His large hands under my ass keep me up with ease, and the wall at my back stops me from feeling like I’m going to fall. I tuck myself over him, my hands gripping his hair as he strokes my clit with his tongue until I’m crying out.
I throw my head back, ignoring the brief moment of pain when it connects with the wall. I come on his tongue, his grip tightening as he drinks me down, growling as if it were nectar from the gods.
I lose sense of time. When my brain comes back online, I’m bent over the toilet paper with Blink’s latex-covered cock sliding up and down my pussy, coating itself in my arousal.
“Tell me you want this,” he orders.
“I want this,” I reply without hesitation.
He surges inside me, both of us moaning in tandem at the sensation.
“Fuck, Mal. You feel like heaven.”
“Harder, Blink. Fuck me harder.”