I bring the joint to my lips and draw in a deep breath, embracing the momentary silence, then exhale again, in hopes that I’ll numb myself so much that the memories will fade away entirely.
When I glance over, I realize the asshole's watching me.
“What?” I demand, as I hand it back to him.
He chuckles before drawing another inhale, and while he remains quiet—just how I prefer most men—my gaze roams over him once more, noting the tight, long-sleeved shirt and lean muscles underneath. A buzz erupts over my skin as a lightheadedness takes over, helping to lift all the things that burdened me only moments ago.
Something about being high makes me horny, and this guy, despite his irritable personality, might get the job done.
He exhales. “I was just reading your shirt. You don’t seem like a people-friendly type of person.”
I look down at my shirt that states,Don’t talk to me. It doesn’t get any more self-explanatory than that.
He hands me the joint, and as he does, our eyes lock. I take another inhale without looking away, sensing a rising tension between us.
I want to forget, to numb all the memories and the shame that constantly try to claw their way to the surface.
We lean toward one another, gravitating toward each other. Men are easy. If sex is on the table, they’ll always take it. No rhyme or reason. They’re carnal creatures, and I have no issues with adding this pretty boy to the list.
My hand shifts to his knee, my nails digging in ever so slightly as the corner of his mouth kicks up, and his hand moves over my jaw and behind my neck.
Not endearingly.
Not compassionately.
Possessively.
He leans in closer, his lips brushing against mine, as if imploring me to open up to him. I exhale my last draw slowly, allowing him to breathe it in as a secondary hit of the joint. We stare at one another, the tension rising as he holds his breath, and the moment he releases it, I lean into the stranger expectantly.
His lips are on mine demandingly, and I open up to him, conscious of his hand that trails up my side, hooks around my waist, and pulls me in. I shift to straddle him, lifting my black skirt as his hand goes beneath it to assist.
I pull back momentarily, looking down at him. An arrogant smirk tilts his lips, producing a single dimple.
“You don’t even know my name,” he remarks.
I thread my fingers through his hair and pull, arching his neck back. He chuckles as I glare down at him. “You talk too much.” I begin to grind my hips against his hand. “Now, are your fingers for display, or do you actually know how to use them?”
His eyes darken at the challenge, and he easily overpowers me, rolling me to the side through the wet sand. His hand is beneath my head in seconds as he quickly pushes my underwear aside and inserts his first finger. A gasp escapes me. I’m not surprised he met the challenge, but I'm thrilled he did.
“I don’t know what type of men you’re used to, sweetheart, but a word of warning. I’m not someone you fuck with,” he growls as he inserts a second finger, and my breath catches in pure bliss.
I don’t care to argue with him. I don’t give a shit who he is or what he thinks he’s capable of. All I want is to forget… and come.
He circles my clit with his thumb as he slowly pumps into me. Dangerously so. Irritatingly slow.
When I look back at him, I realize he’s smiling, and he’s edging me intentionally.
“Is this your first time?” I bite. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.”
“I doubt you know anything about being gentle, sweetheart. I’m simply waiting for you to beg.”
I prop myself up on my elbows. “I don’t beg, pretty boy. Either you make me come, or I’ll walk back into that party and find someone who will.”
His gaze narrows, and a cold tendril of fear unfurls in my stomach. There’s something not entirely right about this man.Something dangerous.I should have better sense than to get involved with someone like this, but my standards for welcoming any distraction are low.
His other hand comes to my mouth, squeezing my cheeks together. “That mouth of yours is a problem. Maybe we should occupy it.”
He says this as he begins to undo his belt. When his cock springs free, I gulp in awe at its size and the piercing at the tip. He arches an eyebrow. “Don’t tell me this is your first time.”
