Instead of giving him what he wanted, I met his challenge and raised it. I shoved my pants farther down my legs, kicking them off along with my shoes as I grabbed the hem of my shirt and tugged it over my head.
Merrick’s face went still as I tossed my shirt into a pile with my pants and shoes, and when I reached back to unclasp my bra, I saw a muscle in his jaw twitch.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he asked roughly as I dangled the bra from one finger before dropping it to the floor too.
All I was left in were my soft black panties, which were soaked through by now.
“Oh.” I pursed my lips innocently, then let them spread into a slow smile. “Well, you said you were gonna go fuck some other girl. But I’m all worked up now, so I figured I’d just take care of myself, since you’re leaving.”
With that, I pushed my panties down over the curve of my hips, kicking them away when they hit the floor. Then I slid one hand toward my pussy while my other hand massaged my breast, pinching and rolling my nipple.
It did feel amazing. I hadn’t been lying about being worked up, thanks to the cocky asshole in front of me.
When my fingertips found my clit, my knees actually trembled a little, and I leaned back against the shelf as I massaged myself, bringing myself so close to the edge that my eyelids drooped.
I didn’t let them fall closed though, keeping my gaze on Merrick as my breath picked up, small whimpers of pleasure pouring from my throat. He worked his hand harder against his clothed dick, the movement angry and jerky, as his whole body went tight.
He hadn’t been bluffing—but neither was I.
As a wave of pleasure began to crash through me, I picked up the tempo of my fingers, biting my lower lip as I pushed myself closer and closer to the edge. I knew my body well enough to know exactly how to get myself over the finish line, and if this jerk wouldn’t help me, I’d do it myself.
Just as my body began to shake, the sensation peaking inside me, Merrick let out a low, raspy curse.
He strode forward, reaching me in two steps and grabbing my wrist, yanking my hand away from my pussy.
“Mine,” he growled, and the possessive anger in his voice almost pushed me the rest of the way over the edge. My clit throbbed in time to my racing pulse, and I was so close to coming I could barely string two words together.
“No,” I whispered, my chest heaving as I watched him finally, fucking finally, unzip his pants and free his cock. “I’m not. But we can pretend for a few minutes.”
He shut me up with a bruising kiss as his arms wrapped around me, sliding under my thighs and lifting me easily as I wrapped my legs around him. His cock nudged against my entrance, and as soon as the broad head slipped inside, he surged into me, dropping me on his dick as he slammed me back against the shelves.
Whatever the fuck was on them rattled and shook, but I barely noticed.
The feel of him inside me, stretching me and filling me so perfectly, pushed my body past the breaking point. The orgasm that been teasing me for so long burst through my body like an explosion of fireworks, making me cry out and clutch him tighter as he fucked me hard and fast.
He’d been waiting for this—needing it—just as badly as I had, and I could feel it in every line of his muscled body. His back tensed, and the round, tight muscles of his ass clenched rhythmically under my heels as he drove into me over and over.
He thrust so hard that objects began to topple off the shelves, crashing to the floor around us, the clattering noises creating a sharp counterpoint to our breathless groans and curses.
“Say you missed this, Ari,” he grunted, dropping his head to lick and suck at my neck, never letting up his punishing pace.
“I missed it.”
The words came out before I could stop them, and they were utterly true. I couldn’t have lied or bluffed in that moment if my life depended on it.
And it was my words, those three little words, that broke him.
He slammed into me one more time on a harsh groan, grinding his hips into me, swirling them against mine as if he was trying to make sure he filled me with every last drop of his cum.
My pussy helped, clenching around him, milking his jerking cock.
When he finally stopped pulsing, we stayed like that for a few long breaths, utterly spent. His face was still buried in the crook of my neck, and my arms and legs were wrapped tightly around him.
“Well,” I muttered breathlessly, trying to come up with some sarcastic insult. “That was…”
Nope. I got nothing.
Nothing insulting anyway.