“How fucking dare you give me shit for not being honest? What about you? You come down on me for not telling you everything, at least I tried to let you in. When have you tried?”
“The fuck are you talking about?” Rolling my eyes in exasperation as I turned to her.
She stepped forward, forcing her finger into my chest, “You know what I’m talking about. Each time you came back from your ‘work’, looking defeated, you had every opportunity to fucking tell me, and you never did—”
“Because I can’t!”
She scoffed as her hand fell to her side, “Fucking hypocrite.”
“I know what all this is.” Gesturing lazily towards her. “Jealousy.”
“The reason you came back here. Breaking into this place, yet again,” taking a step closer to her. “You didn’t like seeing me with someone else?”
“I came here to tell you the truth, but fuck it and fuck you.”
“Yeah, sure you did,” I said sarcastically. “I don’t think so. If you wanted me, Misfit, you could’ve just said something. Saved us both the theatrics.”
She scoffed, “You don’t know what you’re talking about right now.”
“Oh, I think I do,” closing the space between us, step by each calculated step. “I always wondered what your deal was with me. All the attitude, all the protectiveness, breaking in to cuddle up to me… could never tell if you wanted to punch me or pin me down.” Her jaw tensed at the words, her head shaking as I began to loom over her. “But now I’m starting to think it was the latter.”She moved, her back hitting the wall. I placed my hands on either side of her head, eyes locked on.
“Screech.” Her voice warned me like the blade held to my throat.
“What?” Tilting my head slightly, my eyes scanning hers. “Are you really here to stop me from falling apart? Or just pissed off, it wasn’t you I was dragging through that door tonight?”
I could feel the air crackling between us, thick as static. My skin burned from the heat of her stare, and I fucking loved the way my chest ached for it. I wanted to push her. Break … something. Twist her anger so she could feel the same snap she always brought out in me. Her hand came up, flat against my chest, stopping me as if she was trying to calm the storm that was already raging underneath my skin.
“You don’t want to do this,” she said softly. My mouth brushed her ear, her scent filling my senses.
“Don’t I?... Don’t you want me Misfit? Feel me deep inside you? My hands grippingyouto me.” Her breath hitched as I pushed against her hand, my face close to hers. “We both know if you didn’t want to, you would have left by now.” A wicked smirk spread across my face. She didn’t speak; her breathing quickened to my invasion of her boundary. “I need to hear you say it Misfit. Tell me you want this.” I’d dreamed about the feeling of her for so long, the softness of her skin under my fingers, that intoxicating scent which constantly drove me crazy—all in darkness but never a reality. I moved myself ever closer, whispering, pressing her for an answer. “Say it.” Her hand shifted from my chest, running up towards the nape of my neck. The space between us electrified, feeling her trembling beneath me, her defences crumbling before my very eyes. The urge to take her was growing within, feeling myself react to her hands on my skin. Her lips parted as I hovered over hers, anticipating the recoil. This wasn’t going to happen. I’d somehow slipped into some drug-fuelled hallucination, and a swift punch from her would pull me back any moment. But it didn’t come.
“I want you.” Her breathy response broke the last of my restraint, forcefully pressing my lips against hers, shoving her hard against the wall. Her arms snaked around my neck, gripping my hair, deepening the kiss.
My hands ran up her body, grabbing the collar of her jacket, before yanking it over her shoulders, dropping it to the floor with a thud.
The heat between us grew as her hands shifted over my skin, pulling me closer to her. My dick tightened uncomfortably in my jeans as I pulled her t-shirt over her head, uncovering her porcelain skin. My lips teasing the side of her neck as my hands gripped her thighs, pulling her up into my arms.
In a swift motion, I turned, heading towards the bed, laying her body down beneath me. Her flawless figure etched further up as my fingers unbuttoned her jeans. Holding a smirk, I held eye contact with her, gripping the waistband in my fingers, her body jolting slightly as I slipped them down with surprising ease.
Throwing them to the floor, I pulled myself up, looking down over her body. Her chest rising and falling in quick bursts as I took her in. She was fucking perfect, everything I had imagined and so much more.
My eyes ran over the lacey underwear set, making my dick pulse as I lowered my hands to my belt. My want for her grew wild, running chaotic in my veins. But a part of me also wanted to savour the moment. I’d built this up in my head so many times, it didn’t feel real.
Releasing the clasp on my belt, I unzipped my jeans and let them fall to the floor. Misfit pulled herself up, kneeling on the bed in front of me, her fingers tracing over my abs, her eyes shifting to my shaft still tightly encased within my boxers. Her hand slowly slid beneath the fabric, caressing me, intensifying my hunger for her. A pleasure-filled groan sounded from my throat as she teased. My body crumbling to her touch, my hands laced across her lower back.
We connected once again; her body pressed against mine as I forced her backwards onto the bed, gripping her wrist. Her other hand shifted, nails biting into my skin as she ran them down the length of my back, skin rippling from the sensation. Even in the darkened room, I could sense the trepidation in her movements.We were crossing a line, and there would be no going back after this. My voice lowered as I pulled back, looking at her.
“Tell me what you want?” My eyes searched her features for any sign of uncertainty. She paused, breathing quick as I could see her fighting against herself. Until a small smile appeared, tugging at the edge of her mouth as she answered.
“You.”
Hearing her words ignited something within me, the fierce want that had grown for so long suddenly rushed to the surface, only enhanced by the intoxicated state I was already in.
Lifting myself slightly, I took her jaw in my free hand, pulling her face to mine. Our lips pushed together with a force I knew would cause bruising to remind us in the morning. My body began to ache; I needed to feel every part of her in this moment. Sliding my hand from her jaw, I traced the line of her collarbone, brushing the tip of my finger over the bra strap, the thick elastic feeling rough against my skin.
Moving my hand even further down as I deepened the kiss, I felt the ridge of her underwear. I lifted the lace fabric as I pushed my hand underneath it. The coarse lace rubbed against the back of my hand as I slipped it over her sex. My mind erupted as I felt the heat thick between her thighs. Her excitement making my mouth water with anticipation. My middle finger pushed over her swollen clit, causing her body to react, back arching against me, a soft moan escaping between our mouths.
I paused for a moment over her clit, circling, melting into the way it made her body move. Hips pushing into me before I continued moving down, her wetness pooling at her entrance, making it more than easy to slide my finger inside. As I pushed, another moan left her mouth, followed quickly by a sharp intake of breath. Although my senses were contorted right now, I still stopped for a second to ensure I hadn’t hurt her. Misfit’s arms moved around my back, pulling me against her as she pressed her hips towards me again. Pushing a second finger deeper inside, she tightened around me. My mind began to spin, thoughts rushing through of how much I needed to have her tightening around me instead. Misfit began to rock her hips against my hand, building up a rhythm.
