"That's one way to shut you up, huh?" he asked.
"You're a fucking asshole," I snapped, hand flattening on his shoulder, ready to push him away.
"Yeah," he agreed, smile devilish. "But you're the one who wants to fuck me."
"I don't—" I started to object.
But his hand left my breast, and in an instant was slipping inside the waistband of my pants, pressing against the wet material of my panties.
"Wanna try that again?" he asked as his thumb found my clit, and started to work it with firm pressure.
"I fucking hate you," I snapped even as I fantasized about his cock slamming inside me, taking away the clawing need between my thighs.
"Yeah, I hate you too, babe," he agreed, releasing my pinned wrist, allowing him to work my button and zipper free, then yanking down my pants and panties.
No.
No I was not going to do this.
Not with him.
Of all the fucking men on earth.
But then he was reaching for a condom.
And I was yanking at his pants.
Then he was slipping the condom on his cock that wanted me every bit as much as I wanted him, despite what a terrible idea it was.
Trapped by my shoes and pants, Fallon's hands grabbed my hips, turning me, and pressing me against the wall.
I should stop this.
I needed to stop this.
Those were the only words my rational mind could get through the haze of desire.
But then it was too late.
Because I arched outward toward him.
And he slammed inside me.
There was no stopping it then.
Even if I wanted to. And if I were being honest, I didn't want to.
It had been so long. I needed it so badly. And he was there. That was all it came down to. Proximity when a near-death situation had made all my senses get heightened.
It wasn't about him.
"Fuck," he hissed, staying still for a moment, giving me a chance to feel the fullness of him.
My walls tightened hard around him, holding on as a growling noise moved through him as his hand moved up, grabbing the hair at the base of my neck, and yanking me back by it, making the pain across my scalp mix with the pleasure between my thighs as he started to fuck me.
Hard.
Fast.
Exactly how I wanted it.
There was no use pretending I wasn't into it anymore. Not as my pussy clenched his cock, as my hips slammed back into him as he thrust into me, as my soft sighs became ragged, almost pained moans.
On a growl, Fallon's free hand slipped to the center of my back, pushing me forward and down as his other hand slipped from the roots to the ends of my hair, making the pain more acute as I leaned forward, nearly able to touch the floor if I reached out.
The new position had his cock pressing up against my top wall, engaging my G-spot that I was sure only one man I'd ever been with even knew existed, let alone how to fuck me in a way that would work it.
"Fuck," I hissed, hands curling around my legs as one of Fallon's hands sank into my hip, holding me in place.
"Work your clit," he demanded, voice tense, getting close to losing control. "Do it," he demanded again, giving my hair ends a twist that made a delicious pain/pleasure combination assault my system.
Releasing one of my legs, I pressed my hand between my thighs, working my clit like he demanded, feeling my walls getting tighter and tighter by the second as I got closer and closer to the edge.
"Good girl," he hissed.
I wanted to be appalled by his praise, but there was no denying the swirling of pleasure in my core at his words as he continued to fuck me. Harder. Faster. So rough that the backs of my thighs hurt from slamming into his. But the pain just helped drive me higher and higher up.
"Come," he demanded, releasing my hair to grab my other hip, using his hands to yank me harder back into him as he fucked me impossibly harder still. "Come," he demanded again, voice rough.
And there was no way to stop it as his cock worked my G-spot and my finger worked my clit.
The orgasm slammed through my system so hard that it stole the cry of my release, leaving me gasping for air instead, my whole body shuddering hard as the first waves crashed through me.
"Fuck, yeah," he hissed, feeling my walls gripping his cock.
My breath finally came back to me. I let out a long moan as he continued to fuck me through my orgasm before slamming deeper still, his body jerking as he came.
It was all of, oh, point-five seconds after the orgasm finally released me that I realized what the fuck we'd just done.
Oh, God.
Oh my fucking God.
I did not just let the goddamn Henchmen mini-president fuck me.