Page 78 of Best Served Cold

“Maybe.” I snaked my hand into his hair, carding my fingers through the soft strands. “You ready to concede?”

Heat filled his eyes as his expression went hard. “Never.”

Maybe it was the buzz from the weed, or maybe it was leftover from the fucked-up headspace I’d been in recently, but that look excited me more than anything.

I couldn’t tell you who moved first, but in the next breath our mouths slammed together in a kiss that was nothing more than a battle of lips and tongues and teeth.

I crowded Noah against the tree, caging him in and pressing hard enough he gasped for breath. He slid his hands under my shirt and raked his nails down the skin of my back, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

I growled against his mouth and sucked on his tongue stud. I swallowed his whimper of pleasure and ground my dick against his.

Noah bit down on my bottom lip hard enough the tang of blood filled my senses at the same moment a sting of pain radiated through me.

I moaned as the pain shifted to pleasure. Noah let go of my lip and soothed the abused skin with his tongue.

I pulled back and drew in a ragged breath, desperate to rein in my desire. No fucking way was I losing control again.

“You done?” he taunted, his chest heaving as hot breaths sawed out of him.

“Not even close.” I undid his studded belt, tore his pants open, and shoved them down so they rested under his ass. His bright pink briefs with a sunny yellow band were sexy as hell but not what I expected after the ratty pair he’d had on the last time I got up close and personal with his dick. The outline of which was pushing against the silky material. My mouth watered as I remembered how incredible he’d felt, how insanely hot it had been to get my mouth on him. How good he’d tasted.

“Awww, did you wear these for me?” I taunted, my voice coming out as a rasp as I focused on the moment and not on my memories.

“You wish.”

Hooking my finger in the elastic, I gently tugged it down about an inch. His cockhead peeked out from under the band, shiny and red and so fucking inviting. “They’re hot as fuck, but my favorite color is blue.”

“Note to self, destroy all my blue underwear and jocks.”

“Jocks, huh?” I flicked the tip of his cock.

He winced, but his quick inhale told me he didn’t hate it.

“You really are a pain slut.”

The corner of his mouth curled up in a half-smirk. “Like you’re not?”

“Maybe.” I flicked his tip again. This time he moaned.

Something hot and angry prickled at the corners of my consciousness. Something ugly and unfamiliar. And uncomfortable.

Shoving whatever it was aside, I peeled his underwear down his hips and tucked them under his ass. His cock sprang free, hard and flushed and slick with precum. Noah leaked more than I did, and it was fascinatingly hot.

Being able to see his arousal, to know exactly what I was doing to him, excited that part of me that loved making him lose it. But it also tickled a part of me I couldn’t quite place. Some deep, dark piece of me that liked getting him off for reasons that had nothing to do with control or winning.

“Go ahead. Suck me,” he baited. “Maybe this time you can make me come without cheating.”

“Cheating?” I spun him around and shoved his chest against the tree. “You weren’t complaining while you were writhing on my finger and begging for more.”

“Kinda like how you came down my throat?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, sweetheart. That was the tongue stud, not you.”

He glared at me over his shoulder. “Fuck. You.”

A devious chuckle fell from my lips. “Is that your way of saying you give up?”

“Never.”

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