“Take a feel.” I readied myself for his fingers to enter me, but he lowered his head instead. I jumped when he brought his tongue down on me, the pleasure almost too much. He licked, sucking all the way from the back to the front. He took my clit between his teeth and bit down. I screamed and he chuckled against me. “Jesus. “
“That was for pissing me off.”
Deep down, anger flowed through me, but I was too damn turned on to put up much of a fight. I tugged at his shirt and didn’t wait before yanking it off. His bare chest glistened in the little light we had. “You’re hot as fuck.”
“Mm,” he replied before running nose between my thighs. He prodded my clit with tongue, teasing and firing me up even more. He rushed, then slowed. Bit then sucked. My core was on fucking fire, and I squirmed for release. But he stopped, licking me from my clit all the way to my mouth. “Suck my tongue. Taste yourself.”
And I did. It fueled my fire and I ravaged his mouth. I tasted blood but didn’t give a fuck. I needed him inside me five minutes ago. “Get your cock out.”
He didn’t obey and took his time exploring my mouth. I pushed him off me and tugged his pants. “Please tell me you have a condom.Please.”
“Pocket.”
“You carry it with you to a baseball game?”
“Are you complaining?” He grinned and ripped it open. “Flip over. I like looking at your ass.”
I’d barely made a move before he flipped me. It was such a turn-on. I liked control, but his dominance made me wetter, needier. He took his sweatband from his wrist and wrapped it around my hands. Then, he placed them on the passenger headrest. It left me in a perfectly vulnerable position, and I trembled with need. “Hold on. I’m fucking the shit out of you.”
“Yes,” I moaned and gripped the cool metal bars under the headrest. He spread open my legs, slowly dragging his tongue down to the deepest part of me. I jerked against the restraint and whimpered in anticipation. Then he slammed into me. His cock hit my G-spot within seconds and I rode each wave of pure ecstasy. “Gideon. God.”
“Fuck yeah, scream louder,” he commanded and gripped my hips like his life depended on it. His balls slapped against my ass, each sound sending me into a tizzy. I needed more pressure on my clit and he wasn’t providing it. I tried to move, but I couldn’t reach it. “What do you need?”
“My clit. Touch it. Pinch it.” I let out a piercing cry when he brought two fingers to the swollen, pounding nub. He flicked and pinched it as he continued to thrust into me and I exploded. I cried out, his cock growing bigger inside me. I arched my back and he groaned the sexiest growl while his entire body tightened with his release. I gripped the metal bars harder and rode him out. The orgasm seemed to echo and bounce around my body, fulfilling every need.
It wasn’t a love fuck. It wasn’t a pity or a fun fuck. It was pure anger and it was mutual. He slid out of me and the ringing in my ears drowned out the awkwardness of the situation. My entire body hummed with the release, but I wanted to leave. “Gideon. Please undo the band.”
“Sure.” He reached over me, our bodies touching without the heat of the moment. I tensed and blew out a long breath of relief when I could use my hands. I found my clothes within seconds and avoided his stare. I opened the door and walked to my piece-of-shit car.
Gideon was a beautiful, troubled guy and I’d used him for sex. Again. Something formed in my chest. It wasn’t shame, or regret. I couldn’t recognize it, but when he stuck his head out of his window and made a douchebag comment, the feeling went away.
“We might’ve lost the games, but you sure hit a homerun. See you tomorrow, Barbie.”
I flipped him the bird and smiled the whole way home.
Chapter Fourteen
Gideon
I hate jazz music.It’s supposed to be calming in the doctor’s office but it’s annoying me.The saxophone didn’t ease the discomfort when the doctor made me wait thirty minutes for a checkup. I shouldn’t complain entirely—they let me wait in a private room where no one could approach me. I tapped my fingers against my chest and tried to close my eyes. It could be good news. Maybe my knee was healing well. I had followed all the directions and gone to all the physical therapy sessions. But it still hurt and I could barely coach without having constant pain.
Picking up Fiona in the parking lot didn’t help.But my cock felt real good about it. Yeah. Thatmighthave been worth it.
“Gideon Titan?” the nurse called out from the ugly green door. “Come on back.”
“Thanks.” I nodded to her and tensed when we went to the familiar back room. “How’ve you been?”
“Fine. Just fine. Doc will be here soon. Have a seat.”
I followed directions and prayed it would be a good diagnosis. The surgery had been months ago and I should be fine. But I needed a professional’s opinion. Five minutes later, he walked in. “Gideon Titan. How are you, my man?”
“Doing okay. I’m desperate for your insight.” I leaned forward in my seat. “Please tell me this’ll be good news.”
“Let’s have a look.”
He ran various tests and tested the ligament’s ability to stabilize my knee. Putting weight on it, flexibility, balancing, then pressure on the muscle itself. I winced and fought a cry. “You seem to be healing well. No setbacks. Are you doing the recommended exercises and icing?”
“Yes, sir.”
