I lunge forward, dragging my fingers just as hard into his hair, and crash my lips against his.God,I love and hate this man all at once.He meets my attack lick for lick, suck for suck. He pulls my arse further onto his hips so I can feel his cock knocking at my throbbing door. He’s ready to fuck me just as hard as I need to fuck him. A battle of wills, a fight of love and war, the deepest darkness and the most profound light going into the ring together.
‘You’re so confusing,’ I snarl.
He slides his hands up my body over my dress then cups my breasts in his palms, circling the tender mounds. I want him to take it off, to rip it off. I groan, thinking about him touching my naked flesh, moving inside me. He pushes his hips up, letting me feel his erection harder against my sex. My fingers grab at his thick, dark locks, pulling his head to my throat. I yank in frustration.How can something so good be so difficult and fucked up? Why can’t we just be together,happy,normal?
He runs his tongue up my neck, nibbles my chin, then bites my lips harshly. The car jerks, rocking me against his solid crotch, teasing me through my thong. We both turn to look out of the tinted window. The traffic is stationary, a bumper-to-bumper jam of red lights. I turn my gaze from the stream of cars to Gregory as he curses beneath his breath. ‘I’m having you now and you’re going to take everything I give you.’
‘You infuriate me, Ryans.’
‘Baby, the feeling’s mutual. Nobody defies me continually. No one steps out of line and gets away with it like you do.’
‘Maybe if your lines weren’t so unreasonable, I wouldn’t cross them.’
His fingers shove my thong to one side and invade me. My head rolls back as his thumb draws a slick circle around my clit.
‘Can Jackson see us? Can he hear us?’
Gregory’s only response is to drag his fingers forcefully against my G-spot with an animalistic growl. Whether he could hear us or not, I don’t think I’d have the strength to stop now.
‘You’re always ready for me. Even when you think you’re pissed at me, you always want me.’
I cry out as my body responds to his punishing fingers and his rough grip on my breast.Damn him. Damn me and every goddamned thing that I can’t control.
His words, his touch, his velvet, lust-filled voice, his smell. Everything about him consumes me. I drop forward and bite his neck, my mouth and teeth working up to his ear. I pull his lobe through my teeth and push my hips down, taking his fingers deeper inside me, greedy to feel the pressure of his tense, fisted hand against my entrance. He works his fingers in circles, pressing harder when he strokes my spot, and keeps the rhythm of his thumb in sync. My hips start to move, slow and controlled.
‘Gregory.’
‘Is that what you want, baby? You want me just there?’
I nod through my heady breaths.
‘Tell me. Tell me, baby.’
I can’t. I can’t breathe. I bite my lip, not wanting to submit to him. Pushing my hands to the ceiling, I lift my hips and he holds himself as I crash down on him, finally feeling his cock filling me. Through the rear window, I can see the face of the driver in the car behind and rows of traffic around us. No one can see us but the knowledge that they’re there has a strangeeffect on me. More people who just can’t leave me the fuck alone.
I rise and pound down on Gregory, taking him to my end.
He pulls my hair again, forcing me to look at him. ‘Tell me.’ He grabs my hips, grinding me against him in the rhythm he wants.
I relent to his command. ‘I do. I don’t want to but I need you, Gregory.’
I’m on the cusp of falling apart in every way. He grabs my arse roughly and spreads my cheeks, his fingers applying pressure to my rear hole, the move stretching my vulva and increasing his friction against me.
‘Oh, God, Gregory.’
He lifts me and yanks me down, impaling me on his angry cock.
‘Fuck!’
He holds me still.
I lean into him, grabbing his hair. Taking him in, the feel of him, the pressure of him against my clenching insides. I’m pulsing around him but I can feel him too; he’s not far away. I need more.
I attempt to move my hips but his hands grip me tighter. He’s too strong for me.
‘Fuck me,’ I demand, dissatisfied, impatient, irritated, annoyed.
He doesn’t move as I shift my head to look into his smouldering eyes. He’s enjoying this.
