“That for me?” I ask, dragging two fingers through her.
“Yes,” she breathes.
“You that worked up from fighting with me?”
“Maybe I just like you bossy.”
I sink my fingers into her, slow at first, then deeper. Her head falls back, a broken moan spilling out. I curl, finding that spot, and her whole body tightens.
“Right there,” she gasps. “Please?—”
I keep the rhythm, thumb circling her clit, watching her come apart on my hand. Her hips chase me, desperate, needy in a way that makes my chest ache and my cock throb. I want to give it to her rough, hard, just like I promised. I also want to wrap her up after and tell her I didn’t mean half the shit I said on the side of the highway.
She clenches around my fingers, eyes going glassy. “Cole, I’m gonna?—”
“I know, baby,” I say against her neck. “Come.”
She does. Hard. She comes with a choked cry, thighs shaking, nails digging into my shoulders. I work her through it, not stopping until she’s whimpering and trying to close her legs on my hand.
“Sensitive?”
She nods quickly, panting. “Yes.”
I pull my hand away and push my boxers down, freeing myself. Her eyes drop, her hand following mine. She bites her bottom lip as she wraps her fingers around me and something about that look, awestruck, hungry, nearly undoes me.
“Still think I wouldn’t dare?” I ask, bracing over her.
She swallows. “Show me.”
I line up and push inside of her. Her lips part, raw, desperate sounds coming from her throat. Her hands grab my forearms, nails scraping.
“Fucking hell,” I breathe, forcing myself to stop halfway, letting her adjust. “You feel so good.”
“Don’t stop,” she whispers. “Don’t—Cole, please.”
“You’re going to be begging me to later.” I slam the rest of the way in, hips meeting the backs of her thighs. The bed groans beneath us. Her head tips back, throat exposed, and I lower my mouth to taste the pulse hammering there.
“This what you wanted?” I murmur against her skin, starting to thrust. “Wanted me to lose it?”
“Yes,” she gasps. “Wanted you—ah—to stop being so?—”
“So what?” I drive into her harder, setting a rough, relentless rhythm. The headboard bangs against the wall. Her moans get louder. The people on both sides of us know full well what I’m doing to her in here. “So pissed? So controlling?”
Her legs lock around my waist. “So in charge.”
I chuckle, breathless. “That’s because you need it.”
She drags my mouth to hers, kissing me like she’s starved. It’s messy and hot and perfect. Her tongue tangles with mine, her teeth catching my lower lip. I groan into her mouth, speeding up.
“I don’t need a man telling me?—”
“The fuck you don’t,” I say, pulling out of her and flipping her to her belly so I can fuck her from behind. I slam back into her, followed by a hard slap to her ass. “You need me to tame this ass.” I reach down and wrap her hair around my wrist for leverage.
She’s clenching around me already, close again. I can feel it, the way her body trembles, the way she can’t stop moving her hips back to meet mine. I slip a hand around her, finding her clit again.
“Oh my God,” she cries.
“Give it to me,” I order her. “Come on my cock like you did on my fingers.”
