Page 22 of Half Cocked

“Find yerself a nice Irish girl, son.”

If my da were here right now, I’d tell 'em nice was boring. I didn’t want nice. I wanted the girl presently stalking towards me with fire in her eyes. The girl who hurled insults at my face while using a gentle hand to tend to my wounds. The girl who couldn’t decide between hating my presence and loving my cock.

Because that girl wasitfor me. I just needed to hang around long enough for her to realize I wasitfor her too.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Dani grunted as she approached the bed in a towel so small she was better off wearing nothin’.

“Like what?” I grinned, my arms resting against the wall with my hands clasped behind my head, as I sprawled my legs out over the tiny mattress.

“Like the cat who ate the canary,” she said, and I laughed.

“I mean, I’m more than willing to eat something, dollface, but it ain’t no canary.” I shrugged, watching as her gaze honed in on my mouth before traveling lower. There was no hiding the way my cock was currently tenting the near translucent bedsheet I’d thrown across my lap. Though, after she dropped the sliver of fabric from her body, my dick might as well have been a flagpole waving her forward.

Fuck, just one look and I was so hard my toes were going numb. Or maybe I’d just lost a little too much blood. Either way, I was certain a good fucking would fix me right up.

“Just so you know, this…” Dani waved a hand up and down her body. “…isn’t for your benefit. Have you ever tried sleeping in leather pants?” she asked as I quirked a brow. “Trust me, it ain’t fun.”

“I’ll have to take your word for it, baby girl,” I said while gesturing her forward. It was clear she was fighting herself, struggling with her need to be defiant and her desire to comply. “Now, come to bed.”

Two more dramatic huffs and she finally approached the edge of the mattress and climbed on top. The fact that it was no more than a double meant she didn’t have much room to play with. No matter what she did or which way she turned, she could feel my body heat warming the sheets.

“And I’m sleeping on the bed because I want to sleep on the bed,” she muttered under her breath after a few long moments of silence.

“Sure thing, baby girl,” I said, turning on my side so that my front was to her back. Her shoulders were tense, her damp haircurling at the ends while her chest rose and fell in a way that told me she was too ramped up to sleep.

I reached out my left arm, grabbed her waist, and tugged her against my chest. She stiffened for a moment before relaxing into my hold, as I pressed my mouth to that spot just under her ear and nibbled and sucked a path along her neck. Down to her shoulder. The little moan she let out had my cock twitching against her ass cheeks, while the grinding of her hips had my precum marking her skin as mine.

I rolled over and pulled Dani under me, bracing myself just above her head. My arm was throbbing, but then again, so was my cock. And only one of those appendages mattered at the moment.

She was already so fucking wet for me. I could feel the slickness of her cunt as I pressed my tip against her entrance and glided my cock back and forth without thrusting forward. The stimulation had Dani’s lips parting on a moan, and I used the opportunity to lower my mouth to hers. To fuck that mouth with my tongue.

At first, she fought me. Dani wanted to be fucked, not kissed. But my hand around her throat, holding her in place, had her jaw loosening and her mouth giving way to my intrusion. What she wanted and what she needed were two very different things. And sometimes my little control freak justneededto release those reins a tad bit.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out her deal. My girl liked it fast and hard. So she didn’t have to think about it. I liked it slow and deep so that she couldn’t think about anything else.

I alternated between plunging my tongue down her throat and twirling it around the inside of her mouth, tasting everything she offered me. She was squirming beneath my grip, gyrating her hips so that my cock was gliding across her clit in a sensual back-and-forth motion. And it took every ounceof strength I had in my body to keep from thrusting forward. Couldn’t explain what was holding me back. Sure as fuck wasn’t the lack of protection—we’d already crossed that line.

If I had to take a guess, I’d say it had more to do with me not wanting this to end. For her to pull away. I enjoyed watching her squirm. Being needed by a woman who didn’t need shit. It was rare and I wasn’t ready to give it up just yet.

So I kissed a path from her lips to her jaw, then across to her ear before whispering, “Tell me you want me to fuck you, Dani. Tell me you need it.”

She huffed her irritation, biting her bottom lip in open defiance. And I inched forward, only an inch, breaching her entrance just enough to be not nearly enough.

I groaned and she wrapped her thighs around my waist. But I wasn’t moving. No matter how much we both wanted it.

“Tell me, Dani,” I urged her. “Just a few words and I promise you’ll feel a whole lot better.”

Another inch had my thighs trembling and her cunt trying to suck me down.

“Say it, baby girl. I’m begging you to beg me.” I pressed my lips against her ear and made that low growl in the back of my throat, the one I noticed seemed to get her going.

“Goddamn it!” She pounded a fist against the mattress before finally giving me what we both needed. “I want you to fuck me, asshole. Now. And it better be good or I swear to—fuck!”

The threat died on her tongue the moment I dove in and buried myself to the hilt. And it was like the dam broke as I rested one of her legs on my shoulders and angled my cock just slightly to the left, hitting that spot that had her head thrown back and her hands grabbing the sheets.

I’d love to credit my stamina; though the fact I’d been able to keep myself from nutting had more to do with stubbornness than anything else.

But, hell, a win was a win. And fuck if I wasn’t going for gold right now.

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