Fuck.
The roots of the tree tattooed onto her back became visible along the top curves of her ass and those roots spread all the way from one hip to the other... But it was that ass...
His balls tightened uncomfortably as he released her and stepped back. He gave her plenty of time and freedom to change her mind as he purposely took his time to pull out his wallet, snag a wrap and tuck it between his teeth. The jangle of his belt buckle as he unfastened it made her body jerk against the counter, but she didn’t straighten, she didn’t bolt. She didn’t make a move to escape. In fact, she widened her stance as far as her dropped jeans would allow, then she settled in. Waiting.
His heart beat furiously as he dropped his own jeans to his knees, rolled the wrap down his throbbing cock, and shuffled forward again.
Sliding a finger down her tempting crease, he ignored the tightening of her anus as he slid over it until he found her slick heat. Just like he thought.
Her breathing was loud, ragged and quick. His was the same. But he held it as he slipped the head of his cock between her lips until he found his target.
The spot that would change everything.
Fuck. He should walk away from this. Sex between them would create problems. More than they had already. It could take the mess they were dealing with and turn it into a full-blown disaster.
But if that happened, he would deal with it. Like everything else.
Because Stella might be a pain in his ass, but she was going to be his pain in the ass.
“What the fuck are you waiting for?”
Damn. If she wanted to be like that...
He seated the tip where it needed to be, dug his fingers into her hips and slammed it home. He actually had to pause, take a breath, gather his scattered brain cells. Because, fuck, it had been a few months. In fact, the last pussy he had was when he was down in Shadow Valley.
But this wasn’t a sweet butt. This wasn’t just any pussy.
This was Stella.
She was soaking wet and the inside of her hot, slick pussy rippled around his dick, massaging it. Squeezing it to the point where if she kept that up, he’d fucking blow his load way before he was ready to.
But she wasn’t going to get that satisfaction. Fuck no.
“You’re gonna make me work for this. So, it better be worth my fuckin’ while.”
“Shut up and do it.”
He gritted his teeth and almost pulled out. That would show her.
But then that would fuck him, too. And not in a good way.
Since after this, there was no way he was letting her go anywhere, they had plenty of time to get shit straight between them. But now was not it.
Instead, he gave her what she wanted. What he had fantasized about since the first time he walked back into Crazy Pete’s and saw her. Even before he realized who she was.
With each pounding thrust, their skin slapped together, her ass rippled, and air rushed from her parted lips. Her fingers now free from being trapped beneath her were digging into the counter. Her cheek was still pressed to the countertop, her eyes closed, her back arched, as she gave him full access to her ass.
“Harder.”
That single word was enough to cause a build up of pressure within him. He was riding the edge already, so he couldn’t give it to her much harder than he had been. If he did, he would shatter in seconds. He was struggling to keep his shit together. But he also wasn’t slowing down. He wasn’t making it sweet.
He was giving it to her how he wanted to, how she wanted it. Because her growl of defiance was long gone. Every deep plunge caused a whimper she tried to muffle. A cry she tried to hide.
Why the fuck she’d want to do that, he had no fucking clue.
But he wasn’t holding back. With each slam of his hips, she milked his dick, pulling a low groan from him. In a desperate attempt to make it last, he’d pull out, pause, before powering forward once again with a grunt.
He wanted to see her face, see her tits, take her mouth. But that wasn’t going to happen. Not tonight. No, because this was a fucking power play between them. A way to break the tension. To claim what would be his.
Fuck that. What was his.
She could fight him on that. But she would lose.
“That pussy’s mine. Claimin’ it right now. That ass and mouth will be mine, too.”
Her next “fuck you” came out on a ragged breath, the exclamation point a gasp.
“Yeah, I’m fuckin’ you and you can’t get enough of it, can you? You like my dick in your cunt. You want more.”