Faelords, I’m an absolute idiot.
“I don’t want to take advantage of you,” he grits out.
The laugh dies before it even reaches my throat. Is he serious right now?
The tingles running down my spine drop-kick all sensible thought, leaving a crushing need to be fucked by this seriously sexy man. My mouth goes dry as I take in his exposed broad chest with a dusting of dark hair. I normally gravitate toward hairless men, but something about his overt masculinity is so undeniably appealing.
I'm done waiting. I align my hips with his and drive them forward, sinking him all the way in. My entire body trembles with pleasure as he fills me up and our groans echo off the walls of his bedroom.
Oh faefucks, he is so damn big. He stretches me past my comfort until I’m wriggling and squirming under the intense, painful pressure. But oh witchtits, it’s also so fucking good.
I claw at his skin, seeking purchase. Ted stills inside me, giving me time to adjust. When I open my eyes, panting heavily, his dark brows are furrowed. He studies me as if worried about hurting me. Despite the lovely air-conditioned room, his skin glistens with sweat, and I notice a slight tremor in his arms as he holds himself over me.
I considered him a heartless ice-cold beast, but right now I can see him on the edge of losing control and damn if it isn’t the most intoxicating thing I’ve ever witnessed.
The next thing I know, we're moving together. His thrusts are slow and powerful. Every inch of him is hard as steel yet he moves with an endless patience that belies his gruff exterior. Every time he hits the hilt of me, I make a new, unusual sound that’s either a gasp or a squeak. The edge of his lips twitch as if he’s fighting a smile.
My body reacts without thought or care. I'm lost in the delicious sensations of the friction as he thrusts into me, desperate and needy. Every moan and shudder of pleasure that passes between us only heightens our passion, and I let out a low whimper as his hands find my hips and he pounds deeper.
Then Ted rolls us over, so I’m sitting on his lap. Ted is handing over the reins to me, but a wave of self-consciousness washes over me. I don’t imagine I look good from this angle, and the sheets are puddled on his thick thighs leaving me exposed and cold. At least I still have my pajama top on, which makes me feel a little better. I try to swallow down the thoughts crowding in and start to ride him.
I sense myself slipping away from the present moment. Suddenly, I revert to how I usually am in bed with my partners—an actress playing a part. The pleasure I was engulfed by drains from my body as I rock back and forth on his cock, moaning louder and more dramatically, like a porn star. I flip my head back and squeeze my own breast through my top, trying to make it look good for him.
When I get this way, my head crowded with thoughts, I know it’s unlikely I’m going to come, so it’s best I give him as good a time as I can.
Ted grips my hips, stopping me abruptly. "What are you doing?"
Confused, I open my eyes. My breath catches in my throat as his gaze penetrates right through me like a laser beam and he asks in a rough voice that strips me naked, leaving me vulnerable and unsure of myself.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” a nervous laugh escapes me.
Ted’s eyes narrow as he studies me with that smothering intensity.
I’m about to get off him, when he rolls us over then grabs my wrists to hold them over my head in one hand. “I don’t know what dumbass fuckboys you’ve been with, or how many of them let you fake it for their benefit, but thatwill notbe happening in this bed, do you understand?” On the words ‘will not’ he thrust his hips, driving his dick into me deep before sliding back slow, drawing a genuine moan out of me. Pleasure ignites with hot sparks again, but I doubt it will last. The fire in me has cooled too much.
He continues. “In this bed, you are going to take as fucking long as you want or need until you come so hard your legs shake and you’ve creamed all over my dick. Got it blondie?”
His almost harsh demand is punctuated by another rough thrust of his cock that gets a squeak out of me. This time one side of his lips quirk up in a smug almost-smile. This is the closest I’ve seen him to smiling. The sight of it instantly infuriates me. Some part of me is still at war with the man next door. Worse, I also crave to see that half smile every day.
Despite the fact, he’s seen directly through me as if I were a pane of glass, heat and anger flare in me. How dare he think he knows me?
Even though he does.
“I wasn’t faking it,” I lie, tilting my chin up in defiance, even as he holds me down.
His half smile turns dark and sensuous. “You are so busy trying to get everyone to like and approve of you, do you even know whatyoulike, blondie?”
The protest dies in my throat when he slams back into me, filling me up to the point of pain, while his hip bone grinds against my needy clit. The impact scattered the intrusive thoughts from my brain.
“That’s my good girl,” he croons. “I knew you liked it rough before you did.”
His what? Holy fuck, who is this guy? Really?
Though I’m not entirely sure he’s wrong. And he sure as hell has the equipment and skill to make it rough.
“You fuck like you fight, hard and dirty. I bet no one can give it to you as good as they get from you.” His hips slam into mine again, and fire swallows me up. How did I go from 60 to 0 then to 1000 so fast?
I mindlessly moan and beg for more under him. But he’s never shown me mercy before, and I doubt he will now. And I kind of fucking love that.
