Just when I think she will flip me the metaphorical bird for the second time in one evening, her eyes fly open. What I see almost freezes me cold. Because tears glisten in those alluring eyes. They cling like dewdrops to her long lashes, and I abruptly feel like shit.
"Calamity." It's said on a broken whisper that absolutely slays me.
Fuck. Fuck no. I curse her for making me feel like this. This is not the game we set up. She gets stellar orgasms, and I chase. She capitulates at some point because she fucking wants me. She's as much as admitted that. But this...this is not the deal. She does not get to make me feel like I'm more of a monster than I already am.
The tears spill over when I draw my hand away completely.
"Don't you fucking dare," she hisses. "Finish it, you bastard."
"Come here," I order.
She pounds the bedcovers beside her with a fist. "Just make me cum, Calamity. I said your fucking name."
"Stop throwing a tantrum and come here," I growl, leaning up so I can seize her under the arms. Despite being mostly muscle, she doesn't weigh enough to trouble me unduly.
I fold her into a more manageable shape and drape her long legs around my waist. Then I cup her chin and kiss her, with more care than I had before. It's almost too intimate a thing. Until now, she's been a perfect storm, all bad attitude, a stubborn streak a mile wide, and a recklessly loose tongue. The shell has finally cracked, and I think I've finally caught a glimpse at the tender inside that lies beneath the snarky facade.
I kiss her gently, in a way I have kissed no one in years. I don't spare kisses on whores. And while Penelope is not a whore, she is also nother. The brief lock of lips we'd shared before was mostly to shut her damned mouth for a few seconds. Penelope's bare breasts brush my chest as she pulls herself closer, anchoring herself to me by her grip there. My free hand slides up her thigh once more, and I part her folds, sliding two fingers inside of her, allowing my thumb to press lightly to her clit.
"Ride my fingers until you cum, Penelope," I instruct, muttering the words against her mouth. It's the only fucking apology she's getting from me. I'll let her find her pleasure on her terms, allow her to cheat the game just this once, if only so I don't feel like those tears were my fault for pushing the teasing too far.
"It's Penny," she mumbles. "Why do you call me Penelope?"
"Because it cheapens your name. A penny is something you pick up off the sidewalk or that collects dust in the jar. A penny is pretty much useless on its own. Penelope has more dignity, don't you agree?"
She doesn't respond, just kisses me again. Her hips perform a slow, easy roll, groaning when my fingers move with her, thrusting in on her downstroke. She finds a quick, steady rhythm, head lolling as she releases a groan. Her wetness slides along my fingers, and the motion of her hips against me has me close to coming. I grit my teeth, willing myself to remain stoic. I'm not about to cum inside my jeans like some hormonal teen. I want to be inside her more than words can express. I want to feel the tight muscles of her cunt flexing around me, squeezing me tight, pulling me in.
Her breaths grow shallower, a fucking sexy moan building in her throat as she chases the sensation on her clit.
"Oh God...Calamity!" This time my name comes out on an eager exhale. "Calamity, please."
I tear my mouth away from hers and growl into her ear; "Cum for me, Penelope."
Her entire body clenches tight, her walls fluttering around my fingers, her tits rubbing into my chest. Her expression nearly makes me cum all on its own. She's so fucking gorgeous like this.
I capture that moan in her mouth, letting out a soft groan of my own when she sags, boneless in my arms.
"Thank you," she murmurs after a quiet minute has passed.
"It's the last time that happens," I warn. "I won't just have my fingers in you next time. So you ask or you can deal with it on your own."
She nods wearily, accepting it for once, and doesn't argue when I move her to lie naked on the bed. I drape the blanket over her and stand. I've got to get to that shower soon. I'm painfully hard, and it will not go away on its own at this rate. She'll be asleep by the time I step under the spray and start tugging one out to that look of pure bliss she got when she came all over my hand.
I'm almost to the door when she cranes her neck to give me one last, sleepy look.
"Calamity?"
"Penelope?" I counter.
"Will you sleep here tonight?"
I stand still for an excruciatingly long second, rooted to the spot by the horror of what that implies. One fucking act of mercy and now she's treating me like I'm her boyfriend. Not going to happen. Acknowledging that I am acting like a dick is not an open invitation to act like we're in perfect domestic bliss. Has she forgotten who the fuck I am?
"There's only one way I'm staying, Penelope. Beg."
Silence and then...a snore. I roll my eyes. She fell asleep. Great.
I step under the scalding spray of the shower a minute later, cock already in hand, replaying the perfect sound of my name on her lips and just how fucking good it would feel to be inside of her.
