"You've already bitten me." It wasn't the cleverest thing I'd ever said, but it was the only response I could manage.
He started moving his hips faster. Harder. He held me like he didn't care if I broke. "And you seemed to enjoy it."
"Enjoyseems like a strong endorsement," I replied. I shifted my hands to the mattress, not wanting to rely on him to stay steady. "More like a means to an end."
JJ speared up and stayed buried inside me for a beat. A noise rattled out of me, some kind of gasp or cry. "Is that all you want?" His fingers circled my nipple and clit at the same time, and that cry kept breaking free. "An end?"
"It would be preferable, yes."
"And that's it? That's all you want?"
I rolled my eyes as best I could when stuffed three ways to Sunday and going cross-eyed from the clit-and-nip program. "Yeah, Jed. That's all I want."
He closed his fingers around my nipple, pinched hard. "And you usually get what you want."
A laugh shot out of me. "It's nice to think that, but no." I almost continued, almost added that I hadn't gotten what I wanted in such a long time. But that kind of statement invited questions I wasn't interested in answering. Definitely not while his balls slapped my ass.
"Then get what you need." He punctuated each word with a pinch. "Go ahead, sweetheart. Get it."
I didn't comprehend his command at first, but then he brought his hands to my hips and shuttled my body over him. He wanted me to get what I needed—from him. "Keep doing that," I said, rocking against him. "Keeeeeepdoing that."
If I'd caught a look at myself in a mirror or window reflection, I was certain I'd hate the visual of him bouncing me on his dick and using me like a fuck doll, but I wasn't looking or caring. I was almost there,close close close, and I just needed a little—
"Fuuuuck. Brooke. Say something. Anything."
"This would be so much better if you didn't speak." I squeezed my eyes shut and held myself tight as the first bites of pleasure pricked at my cheeks, my lips, my shoulders. "Just shut the fuck up and fuck me."
Thankfully, JJ did exactly that. He hammered into me with no more conversation than the occasional curse or growl. It was quiet and his cock was great and this was what I needed to reclaim my orgasm. I made the completely unnecessary announcement "I'm coming" while my body refused to do anything but bathe in those sensations.
"I know, I know. You're right there," he murmured, his brows drawn tight and his forehead creased. "I can feel it, sweetheart. Keep going."
But there was nowhere togo. It popped and fizzed and now, it was over. "Yeah, I don't think that's happening."
Once again, he surged into me, his cock deep enough to nudge my vital organs out of place. This time he stayed there, his grip on my hips tight and his gaze burning my skin. "What do you mean by that, Bam Bam?"
Without giving it much thought, I clenched around him. JJ tossed his head back on a chorus of my name and colorful variations ofFuck, and I did it again. That was when it happened. When I tripped his kill switch. He didn't thrash or scream, but he came like a train running a minute behind schedule, all raw power and steam and a flat-out refusal to let me get away with anything.
But I was always getting away with something. Always playing. I couldn't do this unless I played a fuckton of pretend. Right now, I wasn't me and he wasn't him, and this was acceptable only under those circumstances. Except when he squeezed my waist, threw his head back, and released a mile-long breath as he pulsed inside me.
When he finished, I pushed up from his chest. His hands fell away from my hips and I crawled out of his lap. "Since this is finished, I should go now," I said. "As you've mentioned repeatedly, you don't have much time tonight."
"That's what you wanted?" He eyed me as if he didn't expect the truth. I wasn't convinced he'd earned the right to the truth. It wasn't something I shared often. "That's it?"
I turned in a circle but didn't see my sweater anywhere. I couldn't remember where I'd left it. "Yeah. This was good."
He balled the condom in a tissue, shot it into the waste basket. "Good?"
"That's what I said." And that was honest. It was good sex. The dick was well above average and the conversation was abysmal, and when factoring in the overall mechanics, it came out to an overall positive event. There was an entire corporate belief system about good being the enemy of great, but that kind of touchy-feely-organizational-behavior bullshit didn't hold much water with me.
"I don't believe you." He laced his fingers behind his head and pulled that smug grin again. "I don't think that was what you wanted and I don't think it was good for you."
I knelt down to grab one of my shoes from under the bed. When I stood, I said, "It was fine, but thanks for making this weird in the comments section."
"I'm not making it weird," he replied with a brisk shake of his head.
I gathered my jeans from the lamp and clutched them in my arms. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of watching me shimmy into slim-cut jeans while he lay there with his dick lengthening on his belly like a damn periscope. Men were the worst. Thank god I wasn't going to need one again for another two years.
"Then what the hell are you doing, Jed? Because it seems like you're telling me I'm bad in bed and that's strange because I know you enjoyed it just fine. It's also extremely rude, but that's your usual." He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and snagged me around the waist, but I stepped out of his reach. I wasn't doing that again. "Thank you, no. I'm going to find my sweater and go home, and we're never talking about this night ever again."
