Then a jingle sounded, followed by the metallic zip of a key into a lock. She heaved out a halting breath. "Don't think for a minute that I'm finished despising you."
I pressed my teeth to her neck, holding her steady with an arm around her waist. "Couldn't even if I tried."
She opened the door and—to be completely honest, I had no idea how we got into the bedroom. There were walls and corners and doors but my only priority was keeping my hands and mouth on her body at all costs. I'd succeeded at that, seeing as I had her flat on her back and her pants flying over my shoulder.
"Get that sweater off," I barked. "Show me those pretty tits."
The sweater sailed over my head. "I'm going to pretend you didn't say that."
"What would you prefer I say?"
I kept both hands on her thighs as I dropped my knees to the floor. I just wanted to feel that satin skin against my cheek. That was all I needed. After that, I'd give her anything she wanted before I woke up from this sex nightmare. Was that a real thing, a sex nightmare? And was that what was happening now? Because it wasn't a dream. Perhaps a hiccup in my consciousness or a snag in the space-time continuum but definitely not a dream—aside from the fact I was about to rub my face all over her and lick her until she cried. Aside from that, not a dream.
"I'd prefer you not pretend my tits are anything worth talking about," she said, whipping her bra at my head.
"You're telling me I have to deal with your insecurities too? Jesus Christ." I pressed one hand to her panty-covered pussy, tapped a finger against the wet spot waiting for me, and then dragged the other hand up over the soft rise of her belly to the small but definitely pretty tits. Her nipples were large and pale, dusky pink, and gathered in tight pebbles. I wanted to bite them more than anything else in the world. "It's amusing that you think I'd bullshit my way through this with empty compliments but I'm gonna have to disappoint you. I don't know how to give empty compliments, certainly not to you. Your tits are pretty. Deal with it."
"You are—"
"Whatever you're going to say, don't. Just don't. I'm getting rid of these panties and then I'm gonna spend a lot of time licking your clit.A lotof time. Probably too much but the idea of torturing you does real good things to me. The conversation ends now. Understood?"
She blinked at me down the soft, curved line of her body. My eyes couldn't stop eating her up. Her insecurities could fuck right off because there was nothing but plush,annoyingperfection in of front me. That I was turned on enoughby this womanto be dizzy was highly inconvenient.
"I'm going to pull your hair," she said.
That seemed like enough of an invitation to get rid of the panties. "Go for it," I replied, pushing her thighs apart and running my knuckles down the center of her. I already knew she was going to taste like heaven. The scent of her alone had me growling into the silky smooth of her leg, teeth bared. "Strangle me for all I care. If I die, I die."
A laugh rolled out of her, a sound I couldn't remember ever hearing before. I found myself smiling up at her while I sucked on her thigh and pet her pussy. It wasn't supposed to be like this. We weren't supposed to stop and grin at each other. We were supposed to hate each other, to resent each other, to cut each other down at every turn—and that was all the reminder I needed that no one was thinking right now. There was no way in hell we'd come out of this any better than we went in. Odds were high it would be much, much worse but I really needed to feel her clit on my tongue so I didn't care about the impending misery. I did not care.
I shoved both hands under her ass and dragged her to the edge of the bed, just where I wanted her. She yelped and flailed a bit, but it wasn't like I was going to let her fall off the bed so I bit the inside of her thigh to quiet her down. It was a logical solution to me although—
"Did you justbiteme?"
I swept my tongue over her clit because I meant what I said about the conversation being finished. My cock didn't have the patience for this and frankly, neither did I. "Yes. Enough talking from you. Can't you see I'm busy?"
I hooked her knee over my shoulder and pushed two fingers inside her. She was wet like I couldn't believe and I didn't want to love how incredible she felt. Her clit throbbed against my tongue and that almost did me in. I wasn't above admitting it. I mean, I didn't have to like her to nearly blow it because I made her clit happy.
There was a minute where all I did was lick that sweet pearl and rub her pussy while Sara shook and groaned against me. She had her bottom lip snared between her teeth, her hands busy balling the bed linens. But then she sat up, half her hair falling from its tie and her lips pink and swollen, and she said, "I can't take this anymore."
In the time it took me to peel my mouth off her body, she reached for my shirt, slipped her fingers between the placket, and tore it the fuck open. Buttons pinged off the walls, the furniture. I didn't know what was going on until she fisted her hands around the remains of my shirt and jerked me up to her mouth. She kissed me like she was drowning and needed the air.
"I can't, I can't," she whispered against my lips. "I can't wait."
"Why didn't you say so?"
"Because you had this whole speech about licking my clit and it sounded really great—damn you for that, by the way—but I can only come once and it's never very good when it's oral and—"
"That's enough." I pushed her back down to the bed. I shrugged out of the shirt, brought my hands to my belt. Had to focus on one thing at a time or else I'd jog back to the wholeit's never very good when it's oralandI can only come oncebusiness and disprove some hypotheses. No need to threaten me with all these good times. "Where do screech owls keep their condoms?"
She pointed to the blue bureau beside her bed. I flung it open, sifted through the nonsense there. Prescription bottles, lotion bottles, a million hair scrunchies. Then, way in the back, an unopened box of condoms.
My cold, shriveled heart gave a stupid kick at that. Goddamn caveman brain.
I dropped my pants, brought a knee to the mattress, rolled down the condom.
"That's just unfair," she whined with a dismissive wave to my cock. "You don't deserve all that."
"Maybe I don't but you get to use it, so we're even." That I was standing here and staring down at her while I stroked my cock rather than blacked out and balls deep was remarkable. I didn't know who I was right now or how I got so fucking smooth but here we were. "Let's get you where you need to go before you rip my spine out, shall we?"
