“Get in the car, Jordan.”
He said it with quiet calm, but he was raging inside. She smiled, shaking her head, and her defiance only irritated him more. Just like everything else that involved Tyler, their sex-life was also weird. She wanted what she wanted, he wanted what he wanted and neither ever gave in easily to the other. Add to that the fact that they rarely wanted the same thing at the same time and the result was either an annoyed Tyler or a pissed off Jordan.
It wasn’t so much a fight as it was a game for her. Most of the time, she won. She played dirty and if she had to be honest, nine times out of ten, he let her win. Though, he didn’t play fair either. Three times already she’d been tied down and it wasn’t because he was the type of guy who had a red room and was into bondage. He just hated her hands and he gave himself an advantage when he took them out of the equation.
Hooking her heels behind his legs, she pulled him closer. She kept her eyes fixed on him as she started unbuttoning her blouse.
“We’re not doing this here.” Yet even as he said it, his eyes were eating her up. His body tensed when he caught sight of her breasts.
“Live a little.”
He lowered his head, but was careful not to kiss her. He hated her kisses even more than her hands. It was his trigger, the one thing that made him lose his fucking mind in a matter of seconds. Lifting his hand to her face, he rubbed his thumb over her plump lips. “I want you in my bed.”
“And I want you right here, right now.”
She slowly ran her tongue over his thumb, pulling it into her mouth, and she had to stop a smile when she heard that slight change in his breathing.
“We could be at my place in twenty minutes.”
“You could have me screaming in five.”
That one got him good, got his jaw tightening, and she even saw a twitch beneath his pants. Now if she could just get those lips. As soon as she stood up, he knew. He was on guard before her mouth moved closer to his. Persistence was key, yet he didn’t give in, simply turned his head the other way every time she tried to kiss him. It was a worthy distraction, because he didn’t notice what her hands were doing until one crept into his pants and wrapped around his solid length.
“Oh, you’re good,” he whispered, his breathing labored with anger and lust.
He was almost there, on the verge of submission. She gripped tighter, rubbing faster until she saw that look in his eyes– savage, uncontrolled desire. It was a look that had heat scorching between her thighs, a look that made her breath hitch without him even touching her, a look that told her she was going to be sore tomorrow.
Removing her hand, she stepped back, hiked her skirt up a little and slowly pulled down her underwear. She sat down again, spreading her legs in front of him. His eyes blazed with wanton need, but he didn’t move. He watched as her one hand cupped her breast, the other sliding up her thigh to massage herclit. “I’m so wet for you. I bet you’re thinking about how good it feels when you slide your big cock into me.”
That pushed him right over the edge. He was riled up and it showed in every movement as he closed the gap between them.
“You’ll let me do this to myself?” she whispered, looking up at him.
“Ask me nicely, Jordan.”
He didn’t like it when she begged, but tonight he was angry enough to want it, his subtle way of letting her know that he had just as much power over her.
“Please, Tyler…please…fuck me.” He didn’t say nasty words, but he definitely liked hearing them and despite the fact that he was pissed off, she saw a flicker of a smile. “Fuck me hard…fast. I want you inside me…right now…” She noticed that it sounded like an order and he wanted her to beg. “Please.”
Catching her by the ankles, he dragged her body down the hood. He pushed his pants down, pushed her skirt up and shoved his hips between her legs. He entered her with a jackhammer force, ramming into her once, twice until he was fully rooted inside her. See, this was the problem with Tyler’s dick. Once he was inside her, every body part just stopped. And acknowledged its presence.
Her breath caught midway through a moan. Her eyes shut. Her nails sank into his shoulder. Every single muscle tightened. He gave her the few seconds he knew she needed and then he kissed her, vicious and demanding, a kiss that left her wild and clinging to him.
“You. Drive me.Insane,” he said through gritted teeth.
She smiled and moistened her lip with the tip of her tongue. “Prove it.”
Done. Game Over.
It was at this point that Tyler Evans accepted defeat, pinned her hands down, and fucked her on the bonnet of her car.
*****
This is ridiculous!
Tyler was ready to burst with exasperation. This was the constant sidestepping of an issue, a blatant disregard for all persons involved. Every time it seemed like they were close to a resolution, there was another excuse, another pitiful explanation as to why the problem could not be solved. And he’d had about enough.
“I’m going to write a letter of complaint,” he said.
