She gave me a deep, firm squeeze that brought stars to my eyes and crushed the last of my good sense. "Open the door, Stremmel."
I knew where I was going this time. One less thing to worry about while I licked her neck and died at the feel of her under my hands. We stumbled into her dark bedroom and didn't bother with the lights as we lost our coats and shoes. As soon as I had her naked, I pushed her down to the bed. I shrugged out of my clothes, stopping only to point to my shirt. "I'm not letting you rip this one."
"Why are you still talking?"
Sara scooted back on her elbows, pressed her knees together as if we were polite people who had gentle, timid sex and spoke loving words to each other in the process. It was funny. "What the fuck are you doing?" I reached for her leg, gave it a rough squeeze. "What do you think there is to hide from me?"
"You really need to stop talking. It's much less effective than you imagine it is."
She glared up at the ceiling while I opened the drawer for a condom. In addition to the assortment of bottles and hair junk, I found a hot pink vibrator. "We are going to have fun with this." I tossed it to the bed and—though it made zero sense—she jumped halfway out of her skin in response. "What the fuck. Get back here."
"I do not have to share my toys with you," she replied in the most prim, crisp tone ever. If she wasn't naked, she'd be smoothing a skirt.
I reached for her ankle, towed her to this side of the bed. She flailed and yelped. It was adorable in a veryget back in the cave, womanway. "Didn't anyone tell you? It's more fun when you share."
"Then get up here and share that cock with me," she demanded. "Maybe then I'll let you play with my toys."
"Oh my fucking god, woman." I climbed over her and kissed my way from her forehead to her belly button. My cock was hot on her thigh when I reached for her hand and curled it around me. "Do your part," I ordered. "It works out well for you, remember?"
"Sorry, no, I've scrubbed it from memory." She said this with a sadistic grin that cranked my engine all the way up. I didn't want to like it. Hell, I honestly and truly disliked her. But that grin and the magical way she twisted her fist around the head of my cock, it brought to light an uncomfortable closeness between good and evil.
"This is for me," I said, my fingers finding the wet between her thighs.
"No, it's forme," she fired back. "That you happen to be involved is coincidental."
I pushed my fingers inside her. "You're addicted to my coincidences."
"You're such an asshole," she groaned as she tightened her hold on me. "It's a real tragedy that this fine piece of machinery came attached to you."
"Tragedies all around." I tossed the condom to her belly. "Take care of that."
She tossed it back. "It's your dick. Do it yourself."
"Oh my god," I muttered to myself, throwing it back and hitting her square on the forehead. "I'm so tired of talking to you."
"Yeah, same. When are you going to shut up?"
I settled on my belly, my shaft drilling into the mattress, and shoved her legs apart. "Right now."
She cried out when my tongue hit her clit and I appreciated the enthusiasm. It made a difference in my technique and I didn't mind admitting that. Also positive—she dropped both knees to the mattress and shuddered when I got that pearl between my lips and sucked.
"Oh, fuck," she gasped.
"See? It's not that hard to be nice. You should try it more often. Good things will happen to you, you little demon."
I grabbed the vibrator and switched it on. She tensed before I ran it down her seam, the muscles in her legs and abdomen shaking just enough to make me doubt this decision, but then she went there. She stumbled into that place where she didn't have to be a screech owl anymore and she could hate me while loving the things I did to her. And all of that gave me the freedom to give her all the things I knew we both required from this fucked-up game.
Not even a minute passed before she yanked a pillow over her face and screamed into it. The whole-body tremble followed and the sweetest rush of wet I'd ever tasted, and I mentally added a point to the scoreboard.
Not that I was counting.
Fuck that, I was totally counting.Alwayscounting.
"Where's the condom?" she asked. "Give me the condom and get your dick up here now because I am not in the mood to wait and—"
"Yes, yes, you'll get what you want." I crawled up her body, careful to drag my beard over her belly, her breasts. She writhed beneath me as I teased her, evengiggledat one point. This woman giggled. Who would've guessed? "Why are you always in such an epic rush? Let yourself enjoy something for five minutes, would you?"
"Because it doesn't last so you have to hurry up," she said, patting the mattress for the condom.
