I pulled away and looked up with her mess all over my face. “Tell me no one does it better.”
Her devilish smirk had me ready to both break furniture and fuck her as hard as she could take it. Little brat wasn’t going to give me what I asked for.
I narrowed my eyes at her. It was my turn to be the commanding one. “Against the wall.”
She backed up slowly, pace by pace, until she leaned against the wall behind her. Hands spread at her sides, naked as the day she was born. Skin flushed red and splotchy from her arousal.
“Stunning.” My no-begging policy continued to be broken as I crawled after her. When I arrived at her feet, I held her gaze and hooked her leg over my shoulder. “I’m not done.”
She tugged my hair again as I held her hip and sent my other finger inside her, curling against the rough, wet flesh there. Her cries were torture for my already-weeping cock. I needed her to come so I could too.
“Colt, I need you. Please.”
Well, at least both of us were begging. The desperation playing field was even.
“How do you want me?” I asked.
“I want to ride you.”
I stood, lifted her off her feet, and wrapped her legs around my waist. Kissing. So much kissing, the taste of Violet’s mouth mingling with her arousal. I stumbled toward the bed until I laid her down.
I looked at her there, splayed out for me, as sexy as I’d ever seen her.
“Pants off,” she said with a little grin. Her hands roamed over her body.
“Hands off,” I said as I worked my belt, then tab, then zipper. “Save it for me.”
She didn’t budge, continuing to touch herself. “Never pegged you for a quitter. Last I checked you were committed to multiple orgasms.”
I shoved my pants and underwear to the floor and climbed on top of her. “I am not,” I grabbed one wrist and pinned it to the bed, “a quitter, and you damn well know that.” I pinned the other wrist.
Violet was thrilled with herself, glowing at having provoked me. My mouth explored her chest, the soft mounds of her tits with their puffy brownish-pink nipples.
“That’s about enough of your little games.” I released her wrists, rolled to my back, and brought her with me. She straddled me, reaching between us to line me up. My tip was just past the tight rim of her pussy when my brain caught up. I didn’t know if she was on birth control or whether she’d had other partners, a thought that soured my stomach on impact.
“Condom,” I groaned. “Condom, condom.”
“Where are they?” she asked, scanning our surroundings and lifting herself off me.
“Bathroom.”
Her tender hand landed on my pec. “I don’t want you to leave me.”
Fuck. That sentence was going to screw up my brain for the foreseeable future. I just wished she meant it the way I did.
I never wanted to say goodbye to her again.
With her balanced on top of me, I shimmied to the edge of the bed. “You’re coming with me.”
I stood and carried her. She squealed and giggled, clinging to my neck. As much as I wanted to rail her into tomorrow’s tomorrow, I could have settled for that: her skin on mine, her laugh in my ear, her legs squeezing me like she’d never let go.
I didn’t want her to ever let go.
I set her down on the bathroom counter and rifled through my toiletry bag. While I did, her hand coasted over my cock. I groaned and paused, pushing my hips forward so she could take more. With a sneaky grin, she jumped down and got on her knees, taking me into her mouth.
“Oh, fuck, Vi.”
I unearthed the condom and clenched my hands into fists.
