“It was a draw.”
“So, what are you saying?” Her tone is amused with a hint of anticipation, if I don’t miss my guess.
“I’ve tried to forget what happened. Tried to draw a line under it. But I haven’t been able to think straight since the last time. And we need to get past it.”
“So, we’re going to your place?”
I shoot her another look, taking in the way her breathing has sped up.
“Yes. I’m thinking maybe we need to open it up and let it burn itself out.”
“You’re crazy. You know that, right?” she gasps.
“I’ve beengoingcrazy since the last time. And then today you got on my damn boat in those bloody shorts. You knew precisely what you were doing.”
She starts to deny it but can’t get past the first strangled word. “I …” And it arouses me further to know she was trying to get under my skin. If pheromones were flammable, this car would have gone up in a fireball by now.
“So, I’m suggesting we fuck. Hard and fast. As many times as it takes. Until I can hear your name without my cock standing to attention. Are you telling me that’s not what you want?” We come to a red light and I turn to face her, looking directly into those hot blue eyes. “Use your words, Lulu. I need to know.”
“This is absolute madness.” Her pupils are dilated, hands gripping her knees until her knuckles are white. And then there are those nipples pushing at the fabric of her top.
The lights change and I have to look back at the road. I wait for what feels like a lifetime for her to speak again. I can almost hear the argument she’s having with herself in her head.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” she croaks, her voice as taut as my muscles. I don’t know if it’s excitement or nerves, or maybe both. “Okay. Let’s say you’re right and I want that. It’s just sex. Yes?”
“Yes,” I answer, but a small voice in the back of my head laughs, because even now, I know it’s not true. I can barely hold back a sigh of relief as she comes to her decision.
“Well then. Let’s do this.”
We don’t speak again as I manoeuvre through the streets to my building, pull into the underground garage and park. We wait for the lift without even glancing at each other. If I look at her, we might not even make it into the lift, let alone my apartment. It’s so quiet I can hear the creaking of the Velcro on my board shorts, straining under the pressure of my swelling cock.
The air is hot and heavy and follows us out into the hallway. I stand back to allow her in my front door first, then turn away to close it, resting my forehead on the cool wood for a moment, trying to control my raging pulse, to no effect. I take a deep breath before I turn to face her. She takes a step back. I take a step forward. The space between us vibrates with unspoken, desperate need.
And then we’re both moving. Skidding and crashing together. It only takes a second to realise my memory was lacking. It isn’t as good as I remember—it’s better.
Her mouth is hot. Demanding and giving. Her hands grip my hair like a vise. Just like the first time, I’m completely out of control. And so is she. I shove her roughly against the wall and push her shorts down her legs without bothering to unzip them. Circling her wrists with my fingers, I hold her hands above her head and press the length of my body against hers, grinding my aching cock against her belly.
“All day. I wanted to do this. All. Day.” Which is a lie. I’ve wanted to do this since I first laid eyes on her.
My lips are moving across her face. Down her neck. Nipping. Biting. Sucking. She tastes of sea and sun and woman, and if I don’t get my cock inside her soon, I’ll be spilling myself all over her belly. Which is a treat for another day.
There’s no time for foreplay. No finessing or luxuriating in her incredible body. There will be time for exploring later. Right now, it’s hot and hard and fast and brutal.
Releasing her hands, I ease back, grasp the hem of her top and tug it roughly over her head, dropping it to the floor. Now she’s naked except for a tiny lacy bra and knickers. I draw her rosy nipples into my mouth, tearing the delicate lace with my teeth as I suck and bite. She grabs my head, burying her hands in my hair, pulling my mouth harder against her breast. I grasp her knickers, tearing them in half without a second thought before shrugging out of my t-shirt.
The sound of ripping Velcro is harsh as her hands dive into my board shorts, tugging my cock free of my speedos. And then I’m lifting her, pinning her against the wall and shoving hard and rough into her tight heat.
“Jesus. Yes,” Lulu gasps, bearing down on me.
Words are beyond me. It’s primal and violent and volcanic. My fingers dig into her thighs, and my teeth dig into her throat as my cock digs deep inside her.
She matches me rough for rough. Her teeth are buried in the flesh of my shoulder, nails gripping my back, stinging my skin. Her legs are around my hips, heels digging into my thighs.
We’re marking each other with teeth and suction and hard, probing fingers.
“I won’t last. I need you to come. On. My. Cock. Now,” I pant between thrusts. And she does. Her whole body stiffens, back arching, legs slipping from around my sweaty hips as she starts to tremble, the walls of her pussy gripping me tighter as I keep shoving in and out of her. I hold her up against the wall, not breaking my punishing rhythm as she comes. She’s whimpering and gasping. I’m grunting and hissing, and the wet slapping of our sweating bodies and her slick pussy sucking on my cock tips me over the edge. I come with a roar, flooding her with jet after jet of hot cum.
Chapter Fourteen
