He pulls back a little and pinches my nipple, making me yelp. “Clearly not.”
I put my hands over my pecs. “Bitch.”
He grins before getting up and stretching. His shirt rides up, showing off his perfect body. “Are you coming?”
“I want to be coming,” I mutter, getting up.
“I offered to help.”
“I’m still not sure how to feel about that.” I side-eye him as we take the stairs.
“If you’re not into it, you’re allowed to say no.” He opens my bedroom door for me.
I step through and he’s on me. Our mouths crash together, and he’s picking me up. I’m trying to climb him like a tree. He presses me against the wall, giving me more leverage to grind against him, and he’s hard as a rock.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” he says when we finally break apart, both breathing hard.
I press my forehead to his, panic crawling up my throat. This is a line we won’t come back from. I know it in my bones. He caneasily have sex without it meaning anything, but I know I can’t do that with him.
“Not here,” I say, unable to fully refuse. I want him too badly.
“Please, let me fuck you.” He looks right into my eyes as he says it while rocking his hips against mine.
Does he even know what he does to me? How he can make me feel a million things with so few words?
I am so fucking weak for him.
I want to hate it, but I don’t. I kiss him again. “In my parents’ house?”
“So?” He pushes his hands under my shirt, dragging it up until his thumbs brush over my nipples.
I suck in a breath. “Not in my childhood bedroom. I don’t want that memory to be here—” I cut myself off because I’ve already said too much. If it doesn’t mean anything, why would here matter?
He closes his eyes, rubbing his nose against mine, but he doesn’t ask again, and I’m so fucking thankful because I don’t know if I have it in me to say no again. He grabs my pec, tilting his head to suck on my neck. I nearly melt.
“Do you want me to stop?” He drags his fingers down my stomach, hooking a finger behind the button of my pants.
“No,” I barely manage.
He opens my zipper, roughly taking me in his massive hand. I thrust into his hand and hurry to get his pants off, wanting him in my mouth. I get his slacks open and try to drop to my knees, but he puts a knee between my thighs, preventing it.
“You don’t want to come in my mouth?” I stroke my thumb over his slit, spreading the moisture around.
He grabs my wrist, pinning my arm above my head. “No.”
The fuck?
“What do you want?” I try to grab him with my free hand, but he pins that too, leaving me helpless while he returns to stroking me.
“Maybe I want to watch you come.”
Fuck.
“I want to make you come, too.” I gasp, getting close already. He has no fucking right to be so hot.
“You’ve made me come first, plenty. It’s my turn to be in control.”
“You’re always in control,” I say, pretty sure he has no idea.
