“I tried,” I whisper, bringing my mouth back to hers and tasting the pain on her breath. “You refused to accept it.”
She squeezes my nape and keeps me locked in place, our lips together. Her kiss is softer than every other she’s given me. Iclose my eyes and brush a touch down the centre of her chest, craving the heat from her skin.
Her bra is another one of her lacey ones with no padding. When I ghost a finger over the centre of her tit, her nipple’s hard and waiting, the piercing cool to the touch. A hitched inhale comes before a soft moan.
“Tell me you don’t hate me anymore,” I demand, thumbing her nipple as it grows stiffer.
She clutches me, moving against my thigh more slowly now. “I don’t hate you anymore.”
“Prove it.”
Her breath scatters across my mouth when she nods and takes hold of my shoulder. I shift her bra out of the way and pinch her bare nipple at the same time she starts moving up and down my thigh, harder this time, needy. The black in the middle of her eyes tries to eat at the remaining green, but she keeps them focused on me, not letting her lust take over.
I roll my forehead against hers and hold her gaze as she uses me to come, riding my thigh while my fingers roll her nipple. The metal bar through it becomes my fascination, and I release the hard nub long enough to flick it, watching for a reaction.
“Rowe,” she whines, hips rolling at a steady pace.
“That’s good, hellcat. Use me to come. I’m going to take my time exploring you the way I should have for weeks now.”
She jerks her head in a slight nod and blows out a wavered breath. I let her silent reply slide, too focused on the way she shakes with pleasure every time I roll her tight nipple. Breaking away from her lips, I drop my head and stare at her chest. The red shade of her nipple only seems to deepen with every twist and tug. Her stomach’s clenching, the muscles becoming more prominent.
When I look back up and find her chewing her lip, I pull it from between her teeth and rub my thumb over the swollen skin.“Don’t. I want to hear you. Let me hear how good I make you feel.”
“I’m the one doing all the work,” she blows out.
Fuck, I want to prove her wrong.
“Tired already, hellcat?”
Her nails dig into my nape, then my chest. I grin when she lowers a hand to my cock, palming it through my jeans. The pressure she uses next steals my grin, a rough groan slipping free.
“No,” she declares, arching her chest and encouraging me to continue playing with it. “Not at all.”
“That’s my fucking girl. You’re close, aren’t you? That tight pussy’s gonna soak right through those shorts, isn’t it?” I taunt, adjusting my footing so it’s easier for her to rub against me.
Eyes nearly crossing, she moves faster, lurching forward with a slight curl of her lip. My cock threatens to rip through my jeans, and she squeezes harder, only making my need to take her that much fucking worse. I grind into her palm and watch her hump my thigh with abandon, chasing the pleasure that’s starting to spike.
Pinching her nipple, I give it a testing twist and get rewarded with a ragged moan. She flashes her droopy eyes at me and nods in silent confirmation. A few more rolls of her hips, and she’s pressing hard against my cock and mewling a contorted version of my name that sounds far, far better than I’ve ever heard it.
“Good girl, Tilly. That’s it. That’s fucking it,” I grind out, releasing her nipple in exchange for a fistful of her hair. “That’s the first of many. I’m keeping you beneath me all fucking night. You’re mine now.”
Her voice breaks beneath the aftermath of her orgasm. “I’m yours. And you’re mine. “
“Show me that I belong to you, hellcat. I’ve had a decade to imagine what that could look like.”
She pulls back and drops to her knees. My buckle goes first, and then she yanks the belt from its loops and tosses it to the floor. Her fingers pluck at the button and zipper before my jeans are falling to my ankles. I thread my fingers through her soft, honey-blonde waves and hold her head, letting her get my cock out.
Once I’ve stepped out of my jeans and briefs, she’s taking me into her hand and stroking my shaft. Pleasure jabs my groin as I let her toy with me, pumping her fist at a slow, tight pace. Precum glistens at the tip before dripping down to meet her first finger, slicking it.
“Tease me too much and I’ll snap,” I warn between clenched teeth.
The tension in my spine is hard to keep ignoring. I’m not a weak man, but for her, I’d beg and plead and cry for a chance to have her like this. To have her at all. And for the first time in my life, I’m not ashamed of that.
“What makes you think I fear you on the edge?” she purrs.
Her eyes gleam up at me from beneath heavy, long lashes, and then she’s sticking her tongue out and licking up the spilled cum. I give her hair a yank and grunt, straining every muscle in my body to keep from shoving my cock down her throat.
“I’m not a porcelain doll. I’m yours, Rowe.”
