“You want me to stand there?”
“I want you tokneelthere.”
She stared at him, challenge and hesitation boiling together, then shook her head. “You’re crackers.”
“Fine.” He put her on her feet in front of him. “Believe whatever you need to, Tabitha.”
“Stop saying my name like that!”
“No. Admit you came over wanting me to make a move on you, and I’ll take you upstairs and give you what you want.”
“How about you stop being so insecure? Wanting me to kneel like you’re some god-king?—”
“You.Love. It,”he shouted. “Webothknow you love it. There’s nothing you like more than getting it rough.”
“I don’t?—”
“You do. I remember. I remember everything. It got you soaking wet. Me holding you down and railing you?”
“I don’t… that was different.”
“Yeah, because you had the reins. But here’s the news, sweetness. Times have fucking changed. We’re doing this my way or not at all.”
“Fuck this. A guy in a bar down the street asked for my number tonight. I’m gonna go back there and ride him like it’s my job.”
Anger surged through him like poison. “Fuck off you are.”
“And what are you gonna do about it, you unworkable dild?—”
He was on her in seconds, hauling her up and putting her right back on her wall, and if he had any doubts, Tabby’s frantic kiss put them to rest. She wanted him. He reached between her legs and shoved his hand into her underwear. The feel of her wet folds had him grunting into her mouth. She was beyond ready. He slid two fingers inside her and curled them upward.
Tabby wrenched her mouth from his. “Oh my God…”
“That’s right.” Toby pumped fast, his dick pulsing like he was already inside her. He was back where he belonged. And he wasn’t the only one who felt that way. Tabby’s pussy clenched around him like it had when she came on his dick. Fingerfucking her even harder, he pressed his lips to her ear. “Tell me to stop, Tabitha. Tell me you don’t want it.”
She shook her head and moaned in ecstasy. He reburied his face into her neck, and the silk of her hair merged with the wetness of her cunt to make the animal in him rise, scaring him with its intensity. He sank his teeth into her skin and worked a third finger inside her, sure she’d scream and beg him to stop. Instead, she gripped his shoulder, digging her nails so deep he hissed like a snake.
“Keep going,” she gasped. “More?”
Adrenaline shot through him as he pumped hard enough to bruise, and she squealed high and sharp as she soaked him to the wrist.
“You come?” he grunted.
“Yes! God, yes!”
He slowed his movements as she continued to flutter around him, eventually slipping his hand away and wiping it on his chinos. Anger had him both lightheaded and weighty. Off-kilter.
“Fuck yes,” Tabby breathed. “God, it’s beenso long.”
Toby grimaced. What she’d done to push him to his limits before he went hulk on her was utterly fucked. He needed time and space to think about this. Time and space he wouldn’t get if Tabby succeeded in unbuttoning his pants as she seemed to be trying to do. Hauling her into a fireman lift, he collected her bag and headed for the final staircase, his cock and head and heart aching.
Tabby appeared to be unaware he was carrying her to the front door. Her eyes were closed again, her lips working against nothing.
“Toby. That was…”
“Better than anything you’ve ever had before. I know. You good to stand?”
Her eyes flew open. “What the hell, dickcheese?”
