“You can’t even sit on the same couch as me?” she asked with a frown. “Really?”
“I’m only here for the Chinese food,” I said and took a few bites. “Nothing else.”
She groaned. “We’re never going to look like a real couple if we keep acting like this,” she said.
“And how would you have us act?” I asked.
She bit her lip and stared at the floor as I leaned back on my elbows.
“We both have urges,” she said and stared into my eyes.
I raised an eyebrow. “Urges?” I repeated as if I didn’t know exactly what she was talking about. When I wasn’t stewing in how much I hated her, I most certainly had urges. Urges to strip her bare, lick every inch of her, and fuck her until she begged me to stop.
“Yes, sexual needs, and since you explicitly said that we couldn't sleep with anyone else, we might as well use this situation to our advantage. No emotional feelings, no strings, just sex.” She grinned. “I know you enjoyed it the last time.”
“I remember you did as well,” I said and thought about her suggestion. She was offering exactly what I had been looking for, but I still wasn’t entirely sure about it. “Will those cost me more?”
She laughed as she stood from the couch and slowly walked toward me. I was still leaning on my elbows as she kneeled and brought her lips close to mine.
“I was thinking it’d be free of charge,” she said and climbed on top of me.
Chapter Eighteen
Maddie
He looked so damn good beneath me, his eyes darkening more and more each second. I couldn’t help but tease him.
“Or maybe I should charge you?” I smiled and pressed my hands into his thick chest as I arched my back and rubbed myself against the thick bulge in the front of his jeans.
“Maybe you should stop talking and get busy.” He reached up and cupped the side of my face as he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth.
We locked eyes and my insides melted. I knew he hated me, but maybe over time, that would change. I felt without choice in what I’d done. I was broke, and everything was closing in on me. Maybe through the heat of passion, I could melt him a little.
“Tell me what you want.” I dug my nails into his chest and rocked against him. It was hard to keep my eyes open as pleasure swelled in my belly from the tension against my clit. Everything about him left me turned on.
“Don’t tell me what to do, Maddie.” He gripped my face tighter and pulled me down for a long hot kiss as he laid back fully on the floor. “Figure it out, woman.”
“Okay,” I whispered and kissed him once more before sitting up. I unbuttoned his shirt and slid my hands along the smooth skin of his chest, memorizing how good he looked. He groaned and closed his eyes before reaching up and sliding his hands along my thighs. His grip was tight – so fucking tight.
“Get to it,” he muttered and lifted his hips, forcing me to buck against him.
I moved down his body, feeling so unsure of myself all of a sudden. I’d been with plenty of guys, but none this hot. None this good hearted. Brushing my nose down the center of his chest, I paused to lick at the six pack of muscles that flexed just above his belt.
He groaned again, and wetness drenched my panties. There was so much power in bringing him pleasure. I would never grow tired of it, no matter how he felt about me.
“Tell me what you want,” I whispered roughly, loving the idea of pushing him a little too far. He was aggressive and masculine in all the right ways. Him manhandling me the last time we fucked had me yearning for something similar this time.
“Suck my cock. Hard.” He glanced up and pinned me with a hard stare. “And I wanna hear you choke on it.”
I swallowed and nodded, more than willing to give him anything he asked for in the bedroom. Whether he cared or not, he’d changed my life with his money.
After working his pants down his legs, I leaned over and ran my tongue around the top of his boxer briefs, dipping in a little and licking at the salty top of his head. We shared a brief groan before I pulled his undies down and ran my tongue up the thick length of him.
He was by far the biggest man I’d been with, and I almost lamented at the idea that he was only mine for a short period of time. As soon as his mother was gone, he would be, too.
A strong hand took hold of my face and moved me up, forcing me to take his dick in my mouth.
“All of it,” he mumbled and laid back, lifting his hips as I reached up and took hold of his cock, sucking and licking like I was starving and he was my only meal. I gagged several times, and each time, he cried out in bliss.