“Goddamn it, Crash,” I grumble as she breaks free again, her swimsuit coverup in my hands as she takes off for the footbridge behind me.
But two steps later I gather her to me, locking her arms down to her sides, and holding her at an awkward angle so her feet can only land glancing blows on my legs. She yells in frustration, the sound causing the birds that always get stuck in here when we open the windows to chirp and flutter from nearby trees.
Her body goes slack, her arms trembling as I toss her onto the chaise. She yells again, kicking out, and I flip her onto her stomach, and slap her ass, the snap of it just as delicious as I’d always imagined.
She gasps, then squirms, so I take the cover-up and tie her wrists together, then latch them to the leg of the chaise, yankingit taut with a tug of her waist, her feet flying backward, one catching my ribs.
It hurts like a bitch, so I slap her ass again, her gasp this time followed by a slight shift of her hips, silently asking for more.
“You’re caught. No escape.”
A slight shiver follows my words, the weight of my hand on the small of her back, my knees forcing her legs wider than should be comfortable, keeping her from turning to see the way I’m grinning.
“No,” she yells, bucking under me, and I freeze, not sure if this is part of the game, too. She screams again, then goes fully slack beneath me.
Scrambling off her, I reach to untie her hands, only to find her grinning up at me. Rolling from the chaise, her hands still tied, she spins, nipping at my chest as she tries to escape past me.
“You little fucking cheater,” I say, snatching her against me, flopping us both onto the chaise.
She laughs, and it’s been so long since I heard that sound it almost pushes me out of the moment, but the way she shifts against my cock brings me right back to it. “Anything goes, Grumpy,” she says, still struggling.
Instead of answering, I reach down and dig my fingers into the fabric at the crotch of her swimsuit, the material tearing around my knuckles. A few more tugs and the elastic snaps up her, a thin red line left on one side of her smooth stomach. She hisses at the sting, and one glance at her half-glazed eyes tells me all I need to know about this girl and a touch of pain.
She said she didn’t like it gentle. It turns out that was her being circumspect.
Shoving my shorts and underwear down, my dick already weeping, she blinks through her arousal, licking her lips.
“I want a taste,” she says, her voice lower than usual.
“No. Good girls get to taste, and you’re anything but good.”
She glares at me, and I grin, raising a brow, wanting to see what she does.
“Fuck you,” she says, squirming against the knots at her wrists, but not fighting, not anymore.
I flip her back to her stomach and give three sharp smacks against her now bare ass, then run my fingers along her slit, finding her so fucking drenched I groan. “Shit, girl.”
“Trips,” she says squirming, a demand in her voice if not her actions.
Two more smacks have her moaning, arms straining against their restraint.
“Trips,” she breathes, more of a panted murmur than a demand.
“What? You think you deserve my cock?”
She gets her knees under herself, and tilts her hips up to me, and it’s my turn to moan. “Shit,” I mutter, my cock straining for her in my hand.
“Please,” she breathes, and I can’t say no to this.
To her.
The first inch is deliciously wet, hot and trembling, whether her or me, I don’t even know. But it makes my ears ring the farther I sink into her. And when I finally slide in that last inch, my balls swinging to bump against her clit, she lets out a whine that has my grip tightening on her hips.
“Fuck me,” she demands when I just stay there, trying to absorb the feeling of her. In response, she gets two more smacks, and she clenches around me, her body begging better than her mouth can.
“You lost, so you have to fucking wait,” I answer.
“I let you win,” she says.
