Page 36 of Burn for Me

‘I’m sorry about this morning, I shouldn’t have thrown the glass.’ I tapped the diary before looking over my shoulders. The half mask covered his lower face, but his intense eyes met my glance. ‘I didn’t realise how much you hated them too. I’m so sorry.’

His fingers danced over my hip, dragging my focus to their gentle touch.

IT’S OKAY

My plan to seduce him caught inside me, the idea too ridiculous when he was pressed all up against me. I didn’t want him to fuck me. I definitely didn’t want him in my mouth. Would tossing him off do the trick?

Reaching around me, he plucked the diary from my hands and placed it on the bedside table before turning off the light.

Pitch darkness enveloped us, making me painfully aware of the heat of his body against mine. I screwed my eyes shut as he shifted, a soft thump landing on the floor as he stripped off his clothing.

No. No. No. I wasn’t ready.

Tension hardened my every muscle when he wrapped his naked form around me, pulling me under the covers against him.

At least he left my t-shirt and shorts on.

After a few minutes wrapped in his embrace, I began to relax. He was just holding me like he had the previous night.

Maybe he doesn’t even want you. No one does.

The insidious thought bounded around my head, utterly unwelcome. I didn’t want him to want me. Not really. I’d just spent so many years watching everyone else find men who couldn’t keep their hands off of my friends. Worshipping them. Doing anything for a grain of their attention. I’d always only been the other friend. The one they brought a mate along to the double date for. The one getting a pity fuck at the end of the night because it was better than nothing else.

Not even the scarred, lonely man who took me was desperate enough to want me.

The two ideas warred in my head. Wanting to be wanted, and wanting to be a million miles from Phoenix.

Had he fallen asleep?

I listened to his breathing, trying to decide if he’d settled into the familiar pattern of sleep.

His hand moved against my hip, pulling me backward. Something large and hard nudged against my ass, making me flinch. Good lord. Phoenix arched against me, the head of his naked cock rubbing against my arse.

I ignored it entirely.

Let the sick fuck hump me all he liked.

His breath was hot against my neck, his masked face grazing the flesh there as he picked up the pace, using me like a pillow to grind.

Ignoring him was hard enough, but possible, until he hauled one of my legs up over his hips and pressed his solid dick against my panties. Shame burned in my cheeks when he dragged the word WET across my stomach with his fingers.

With each arch of his hips, the head of his cock pressed up and over my clit, sending spirals of pleasure dancing through me.

Fuck.

The action was salacious. Being ridden like a dog humping a leg, and yet I couldn’t ignore the growing need each stroke fuelled within me. One large hand pressed against the spot right above my pussy, eliciting even more sensation.

Pain erupted as I bit down on my lip, trying to stifle the moans threatening to overwhelm me. Phoenix’s earthy smell, like fresh grass and autumn rain, filled my nostrils with every laboured pant I took.

I wouldn’t give in. Wouldn’t give him what he wanted. I’d get his keys another way.

‘Oh god,’ I whimpered when he circled my clit between the ongoing sliding of his cock against my panties. Sweat slicked between us, hot and dewy beneath the darkness. Using his fingers beneath my panties, he spread me wide, nudging his cock over my clit with precise little thrusts.

A gasp ripped from me, my thighs trembling. I waited to fall over the edge. Waited for him to pull my panties to the side and thrust that cock of his deep inside me. Waited. Waited. Waited.

He held me there with ease, not giving me enough to send me tumbling, but neither letting up on the onslaught against my clit.

‘Just fuck me,’ I panted, fury and need overriding any sense of self preservation.

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