Okay, one more time, and then I’d leave. She knew this wasn’t anything more than satisfying both our needs. She’d be good with that. The question that pushed into me like a bull charging was—was I? I buried it hard and fast, just like I did my cock between a woman’s legs.
“Oh, baby, wrong answer.” Both my hands went to her wrists and I pulled her arms above her head and locked them there before she could protest. I may not get her to beg, because shit, I didn’t have the time for that, but I could make her moan and writhe beneath me.
“Ream, let me go.”
I knew my grip was bruising, but I needed her immobile. I needed her to submit to me, the nightmares were too close now to let her touch me. I shut her up by taking her mouth, my tongue pushing past her teeth and then sealing her words with my forceful, hard kiss.
She squiggled with protest, her lush body still damp from her shower. It was delectable how her lips moved over mine willingly, meeting the harshness with her own even though she was protesting. I pulled away. “Beg me.”
“No,” she breathed and struggled to free her hands. “Let me go.”
Sweet fucking God, she was hot. Her breasts bounced and swayed while her body thrashed against me. The soft, heated glow in her cheeks made her look even more irresistible, and for a second I was the one who was losing control as the anticipation to sink inside her again outweighed winning.
Kat nearly clocked me in the fucking neck as I loosened my grip and her one arm freed. Her elbow swung in front of me, and I had to lurch back. “I don’t beg. Ever.”
My cock was throbbing between her legs and there was no chance I could let her go now. This wasn’t just about me getting off anymore. This was about letting her win and still getting my way with her. The anchor holding me down in the darkness of my fucked up past was easing as she lay beneath me breathing hard, her eyes wide and almost … scared?
Fuck. What was I doing?
“I’ll let you go, but new rules, don’t touch me.” I waited for her nod then I released her wrists. I suspected she’d have bruises there and a wave of guilt came over me. I hadn’t meant to hurt her, but my control was slipping with Kat and I needed it back. This was the only way for me.
Her chest rose and fell, erect nipples grazing my chest with each inhale. “Ream, why did you—”
I cut her off before she had the chance to ask questions. Ones I’d never answer. This was why fucking a girl more than once was a mistake. Too close. Questions. Wanting to do more than just fuck fast and hard.
I crushed my mouth to hers and swallowed any further protests she might have had. Although, in the last forty-eight hours of us being in bed, Kat hadn’t protested anything I’d done to her. And I thanked fuck for that.
She moaned beneath my assault, and her hands slipped into my hair. A cold shiver pushed past my desire and I froze.
“No! Grab the headboard.” Her fingers uncurled from my hair and I put my full weight on top of her as I rubbed my aching cock between her legs.
She’s just another fuck. Just another fuck.
Chicks were objects to me. I used them and they used me. I was always straight up about it and never had I let one stay the night. I’d never cuddled and never wanted to … until Kat.
The demons still lingered, but with her … it was more than a hot chick I was fucking to try and erase the past. For once it felt real, not a machine screwing to prove to myself that this was what I wanted.
As long as I could do it my way. If she could follow the rules then maybe the demons would stay away and we had a chance. I had a chance. Fuck, I wanted that with her.
After spending the last two weeks with her, before even touching her pussy, I knew this was different. Kat was different. She was strong and direct, and it was refreshing as hell. This wasn’t some sappy chick hanging on every stroke of my guitar and then my dick. I’d been used all my life, but for once it didn’t feel that way, and I wanted that feeling to last. I wasn’t ready to let her go. I ran the tips of my fingers down the side of her face. “You’re fuckin’ mine, Kitkat.”
Her eyes widened. Yeah, I shocked myself and hadn’t realized it until the words slipped from my mouth. But I was taking this chick … at least until I was done with her.
“Babe?”
She hesitated and I tensed when I saw the flicker of uneasiness in her eyes, but it disappeared quickly and in its place was her smoldering, flirty blue eyes. “I’m not yours.”
Yeah, I figured she’d say something like that. Despite the way she fucked, she was standoffish.
“But you can try your best to convince me,” Kat said.
And I sure as hell could do that. I kissed her again—hard, unrelenting, as if trying to proving to myself that this was the usual fuck, but it wasn’t. I knew that. I’d known that before I even kissed her.
When I pulled back, her eyes twinkled with desire. She wanted me—bad, and I fuckin’ loved that I could do that to her. I suckled her nipple then kissed my way down her body, hesitating over her belly piercing, swirling the little diamond around my tongue. I stared down at her, eyes closed, muscles tense with anticipation to feel my tongue on her clit. And I couldn’t wait to taste her again, have the power over her, make her scream with ecstasy. I rarely went down on a woman, that took too much time, but with Kat I’d tasted her twice already and watched her body writhe beneath my tongue.