I pull back, smirking up at her. “You didn’t want to come yet, did you?”
“Bastard.” She glares at me, but it looks like she’s seconds away from clawing her own skin off in frustration.
I sit back on my heels. “Get on all fours, and maybe I’ll let you come on my cock.”
Without so much as a bit of protest, she flips over, her ass in the air and her back arched.
I run my fingers along her spine, cock bobbing as I get closer to her. I slide it against her pussy, soaking myself in her arousal before sinking into her.
My fingers sink into her hips as I haul her back against me.
I press a hand to her lower back, forcing her to arch it deeper.
She rocks with me, pushing back and moving her hips just a little, her inner walls squeezing tighter around me.
I groan, grabbing her hips and hauling her against me with every thrust. I pound into her with each rock of my hips.
Her inner walls start to pulse. “Fuck, yes.”
“Come for me.” I snake a hand around her hip, fingers dipping between her legs to pinch her clit. “I want you to come all over my cock.”
Her entire body tenses as the orgasm crashes through her.
I keep pumping, riding out the waves of the orgasm and how her pussy milks my cock as she finishes.
My cock stiffens, balls drawing tight as I slam into her one last time before pulling out, coating her ass in my cum.
She slumps against the bed, looking at me over her shoulder. “I’m going to need a shower now.”
I scoop her up off the bed, carrying her into the bathroom.
She stands to the side as I turn on the shower, letting the hot water steam up the glass. As she gets in without a word, I turn and head to the other bathroom in the apartment.
If I get in the shower with her, it’s only going to cloud my judgment more, and I can’t have that right now. Not after she was able to get on me and get my ankles tied while I was sleeping. And then I didn’t fight her harder when she was restraining my wrists.
I step beneath the spray of the shower, scalding water cascading down as I run my hands over my face.
There’s something about her that makes me lose all sense of reason. I should be furious with her about the stunt she pulled, showing up to the fight only to be cornered by Noah.
But there’s a part of me that likes that she came to see me.
That likes that she was the one wanting to fuck, that she wanted to play, even if she does have a horrible picture of me now.
She’s not an idiot. She won’t send that picture to anyone. In our world, she knows how it would make me look, and she’d know there’d be no coming back from a stunt like that.
After stepping out of the shower and getting dressed, I find her in the living room with a box of cold pizza from the fridge. She’s nibbling the crust off, the rest of the slice still intact.
“Odd way to eat that.” I grab a slice and fold it in half, sitting down on the couch beside her and taking a bite. “You want to tell me what changed to make you want me like that?”
Jade’s cheeks turn a dark shade of pink. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You haven’t been like that with me since I kidnapped you. What changed?”
She swallows hard and looks down at her hands before glancing at the lamp shining on the table. Her shoulders rise and fall with a deep breath before her gaze locks with mine. “I don’t know. I guess other than Haven, you seem like the one person in the world who understands me. Who really sees me for who I am, and you like it.”
“So, you’re liking the cooking classes, then?” I don’t want to press her too hard.
It wasn’t easy for her to admit that, even though I’ve known it all along.
