“That’s exactly what I’m saying.” I flashed her a wolfish grin.
She stared pointedly at the hard-on clearly visible through my sweatpants. “Or will you be the one begging to fuck me? I bet between us, you’ll crack first.”
“I don’t make bets I can’t win,” I told her confidently.
“Hmm.” She raised a brow. “We’ll see. If you beg to fuck me, then I’ll be winning this bet.” Crossing to the fridge, she pulled out the ingredients for a quick pasta dish with a tomato sauce and carried them to the island.
“Careful with that knife, Snowflake,” I cautioned as I came up behind her while she was chopping the herbs for the sauce. Caging her in from behind, I heard her breathing hitch as she felt me close to her body. I stood still, my torso lightly pressed against her back, because as horny as I was, and as much fun I was having playing with her, I didn’t want her cutting herself.
She carefully placed the knife down and spun in my arms. She went up on her toes, pulling my head down, and kissed me like she needed me to fucking breathe.
Fuck, I loved this girl. I shoved the chopping board to the side and scooped her up, depositing her on the marble island. She hooked her long legs around my waist, her hands sliding into my hair.
Pulling her into another kiss, I tugged her forwards so she was right on the edge of the counter, grinding her body against mine. “Do you give up yet?” Breaking the kiss, I spoke breathlessly against her lips, feeling her chest rise and fall.
“No.” Her pupils were blown, and her pouty lips were swollen from our kisses. Fuck. My restraint was nowhere near as good as I thought. I was about ten seconds away from saying “fuck it” and burying myself inside her.
She pushed against my chest, a determined glint in her eye. “No,” she said again. “I’m not losing.”
I let her push me backwards so she could jump down from the counter, amused by the way she thought she could win this bet.
“Go and make yourself useful and boil the water for the pasta,” she instructed.
“Whatever you want, baby.” I pressed against her again. “Deny it all you want, but we both know you’ll be begging me to fuck you before this meal is over.”
“I like a challenge.” Licking her lips, she ran her hand down my chest, her eyes lowering as she followed the movement of her hand. She stopped at the band of my sweatpants, then gripped my cock through the material.
“Fuck,” I hissed as she stroked her hand up and down my length, before she suddenly pulled away.
“Go. I’ve got food to chop.” She pushed at my chest again, more insistently, and I grinned, despite the fact that my dick was almost painfully hard at this point.
“I fucking love playing with you, Snowflake. I’m not about to lose this bet, but if you wanna get on your knees and suck my cock, I won’t complain.”
“Nice try. Go.”
Laughing, I left her to her food prep and went to fill the kettle with water to boil.
Ten minutes later, the sauce was cooking and Winter was carefully tipping the spaghetti into the pan. I had around ten more minutes until the pasta would be cooked and the food was ready, and I needed to up my game.
I waited until she’d finished with the pasta, then stalked over to her, spinning her around and lifting her up, walking us over to the wall at the side of the oven. She held on to me tightly as I pressed her into the wall, her body all soft and hot against mine.
This girl. “You want me inside you, don’t you?” I swallowed thickly, my dick throbbing as she ground her pussy into me, desperate for the friction.
“Ye—no.” She moaned the word, her head falling forwards. She scraped her teeth across my shoulder, her nails digging into my skin as she moved against me.
“No?” Fuck. This was more difficult than I thought. I pulled her into a frantic kiss, and she ground on me, her grip on my back tightening as she returned my kiss, moaning into my mouth.
“No, no, no.” She was moaning the words desperately. “I…” She took my lip between her teeth, biting down, and I growled low in my throat. Releasing my lip, she managed to get the rest of the words out. “Not…losing.”
I did the hardest fucking thing I’d ever done in my life. I lowered her to the floor, then let her go. “Too bad,” I said hoarsely. “I’m not giving in.”
“Neither am I,” she panted. “This is so fucking hard. Why are you torturing us both like this?”
“Fuck knows. Seemed like a good idea at the time.” I shrugged, and her lips curved into a smile, before she winked at me.
“You’re gonna lose, Cade.”
“Someone’s confident.”