His breathing was loud in his ears, and his heart hammered. He’d never had a girl run from him before. Instead of being annoyed, the hunt turned him on.
There was something very primal about hunting for a girl to fuck.
A noise came from downstairs, and he took the steps three at a time, skidding to a halt by the front door.
Girl.
Kate ran into the living room, knocking over a magazine rack. He followed her slowly, knowing there was no other way out. Her back was to the far wall, and her gaze flew around the room, looking for an escape route. Leisurely, he strolled toward her, feinting once when she dodged to the side, as if she were going to make a break for it. The heaving of her chest drew his attention to her breasts. At the last second she tried to get around him, and he slammed her back against the wall with just enough force to surprise her.
He pressed against her and slid a hand from her waist up to cup her breast, tugging at the nipple and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. Kate was quivering as though her instincts were telling her to run. She didn’t.
“That wasn’t fair. You know the house, and I don’t.”
“You said if I caught you. You didn’t say it had to be fair.”
“What are you going to do to me?” she asked, eyes gleaming.
“Whatever I want, apparently. It was your idea.” He lowered his head and brushed his lips against hers. Kate clamped her lips shut, and she tried to turn her face away, but he grabbed her jaw to hold her still. She tried to push him away, but he pressed his knee up between her legs. She moaned, as he’d hoped. Her mouth fell open, and he kissed her with all of the suppressed arousal he was having trouble containing. He pressed his knee up harder, almost lifting her off the floor. Without much urging, she kissed him back, her mouth moving hungrily under his.
When he stopped, she bit his lip.
Banner recoiled. “Fuck!”
The girl gave him a long, worried look, then ran into the hall. Did she surprise herself as much as she’d surprised him?
He went after her and found her standing at the other end of the hall, looking for somewhere to hide. The bite had rattled her.
Their gazes locked. She squeaked and bolted into the kitchen, her tits bouncing and her cheeks flushed. Banner headed for the dining room, assuming she’d try using the other door to get out of the kitchen, rather than coming back into the hall.
Nothing in the dining room, and he pushed through the swinging door into the kitchen, but it looked empty too. Had she tricked him and gone back out into the hall? He stood still, listening hard.
Over the sound of his own breath and the thumping of his pulse in his ears, he heard a scrape. Making his steps purposely heavy, he walked around the breakfast bar. He heard her whimper before he saw her, crouched beneath the bar, between one of the tall chairs and the wall.
Kate’s eyes were wide, her hair wild. The spoils of war.
“Come out.” He extended his hand, willing to let the game end now before he scared her.
She tucked farther into the corner and shook her head, looking fearful.
“Come on, Kate. Did you forget yo
ur safeword?”
“No.” Her eyebrow quirked. “Are you man enough to make me use it?”
The verbal part of his brain shorted out. He shoved the chair out of the way, not caring when it fell over and banged onto the floor.
Kate laughed and pushed him away, then squealed when he grabbed her wrist and hauled her out from under the narrow table.
“No!” She fought, kicking him in the shin and digging her nails into his hand, trying to pry his grip open.
He wrestled her into the middle of the tiled floor, then pushed her down on her knees. While grabbing her hair with one hand, he unzipped his pants and fished out his painfully hard cock. She clamped her lips shut and tried to turn away, but he pressed down on her chin and her mouth opened involuntarily. Before she could recover, he shoved his dick partway into her mouth.
“Bite me, and I’ll beat your ass.”
She whimpered but started to suck, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock and making him wish he had something to keep him upright. He kept a tight hold on her hair, directing her movements, using her mouth.
Kate watched him when she could, her eyes glassy and tame, looking at him adoringly, as though he was her lord and master. Oh, to have this woman as his own little slave. He panted, trying to hold back, and finally made her stop when he was about to come.