The girl’s small icy hands on my biceps wake me. She’s interrupted a filthy dream where a fight between us ended with her legs spread wide and me sucking on her pussy. My hard cock wants it noted for the record that the dream was not fucking finished.
Arya’s fingers move like they’re signing her name. Small muscles tighten in response, and the bigger ones flex, at the ready, in case my brain signals that they’re allowed to capture her.
“Arya.”
Her hands pull back. “I was cold.” She blurts out the words softly, as though she’s punching a pillow with her fist.
“Give me your hand.”
“No. Why?”
“Give it here,” I say, pushing my open palm in her direction.
“First, tell me why.”
Rolling onto my side, I give my hands the signal. One arm drives underneath her and curls around her and the other meets it, so her body’s in the loop. Then I drag her to me.
“What the hell?” she whispers against my chin as my arms tighten. Her legs move sharply upward and her knees hit my thighs.
“Do not bang my balls unless you want your ass spanked.”
Her limbs go still, but her breathing hitches. “Don’t threaten me.”
“Or what?”
She squirms, testing how firm my hold is. My grip is powerful enough that escape is not an option.
The herbal scent of her skin lotion mixes with the faint scent of liquor on her shallow breath. It’s foreign… and female. Both things appeal to me, making my balls burn.
“Pick your favorite position.”
Her gasp is half shock, half outrage. “We’re not.”
I exhale an amused sound. “Here’s what I know. The way you touch me is more than friendly. Especially since we’re not friends.”
As she shifts, her soft tits press against my chest. Licking my lips, a rumble of a groan rises in my throat.
“I’m half-Argentinian. When we touch each other, it’s not always sexual. When my hands are cold, my dad puts his around them and rubs them. Understand?”
Yeah, right.Even she can’t believe what she’s saying. I definitely fucking don’t. The quick words and slightly breathless quality to her voice. The dilated pupils. The way she touches me is far from innocent.
“What I understand is that you want me to fuck you. You just don’t want to admit it.”
She breathes against my mouth, all warm breath and female sweetness. Playing a game I cannot resist, apparently.
Finally, she says softly, “Maybe. I don’t know.”
My fingers grab the bottom of her shirt, but she tries to stop me from pulling it up. I pause.
“I’m not trying to be a tease.” Her voice is low and stressed. “This is complicated. For me. But, look…” She blows out a breath. “I’ll do oral. You’ll get off, and—”
“No.”
“Why not? It’ll feel good. I’ll make sure.”
It’s the same offer she always makes. It wasn’t enough two years ago, and it’s definitely not enough now. I want to fuck her. I want her to feel me inside her while her body’s trapped beneath mine.
“No.”
