“W-what does she want?” I ask, as if I don’t know.
As if I’m so innocent that I don’t know what he’s talking about. But the thing is that I’m so far gone that I’ve got no brain power left.
I want him to tell things to me. I want him to do things to me too.
All the things. Bad and dirty and wonderful and glorious.
And he knows it – how can he not? I’m practically attacking him with my nails on his wrist and fisting his t-shirt with my other hand while I shift and rock against his stomach.
Arrow knows my predicament and he smirks. “A big fat cock. That’s what you want, don’t you? You want me to fuck you with it.”
Oh God.
Yes.
I nod eagerly. “Yes.”
He shifts his pelvis again and I don’t know how he knows where my spot is but he hits it, and I twist between him and the wall, my eyes clenching shut.
“But you can’t have it. You can’t have the very thing that you want. Because your pussy is so tight and small that she can’t handle it.”
“Oh God, please,” I sob, almost breaking his skin with my nails.
Almost making him bleed because I want him so much.
He squeezes my breast, pinching my nipple between his knuckles, making everything ache and ache. “Nah, you ruined your own chance. You should’ve thought of that before you pouted at me, Salem. Before you taunted me. You won’t be able to handle my dick now. Because they don’t make them any bigger than mine.”
God, if he doesn’t dosomethingsoon, I’ll explode.
“You’re such a –”
His laugh is both amused and pained as he cuts me off anddoesdo something.
He leans over and kisses the corner of my mouth and I freeze.
My eyes go wide when he flicks his tongue out and licks that corner too before whispering, “Tell you what. You waited for me, didn’t you? You worried over me. Not to mention, you’re myfriend. So maybe I can give you a little something.”
“Something like what?”
He kisses the corner of my mouth again, a small, soft, soothing kiss.
“Your first kiss,” he whispers, his hot breath fanning over my mouth. “I told you I wouldn’t but maybe I can break my own rule.”
"You can?”
“Uh-huh. For you.”
“For me?”
“Yeah. Just to be nice.”
Oh God.
ThankGod.
And I open my mouth to say that to him, to thank him but he doesn’t give me a chance because he’s doing what he said he would.
After torturing me for ages, he’s being nice to me.
