Page 97 of Contention

It’s harder this way, she finds. He’s thick enough to cause discomfort at this angle. The act of having to sit on him, to slide herself down his length, is daunting. She’s panting, trying to ease herself down, feeling herself slowly part before him.

Her soft folds, stretching.

He’s watching her face, so she closes her eyes, doesn’t want to see him, doesn’t want to see the smugness on his face. He’s not helping, not pushing, not thrusting, nothing. It’s all her this time and it’s work.

When she’s nearly taken him in, Nick says thickly, “Just a little more. You can take a little more.”

Pushing herself down the last few inches, Kara whines shakily, feeling full and overstretched. She rests against his chest for a few seconds, gasping for air. His hands are at her hips, still bruised from their last perverse encounter.

One of his hands drifts backwards, between her cheeks, gently circling her puckered entrance, the one not currently stuffed. Kara feels a rush of nervousness crash through her, though at the same time, sick anticipation, the strange desire ofwill he or won’t he touch me there?

“Come on. Fuck me,” he goads.

After feeling suitably adjusted, Kara slowly rotates her hips, sitting back from him, feeling his cock shifting inside of her. She’s ever aware of his fingers, not penetrating, just playing gently, adding increased sensation and arousal.

Still refusing to look at him, Kara closes her eyes and rotates her hips again before deciding she likes the back and forth movement better. Up and down doesn’t do much for her, but the back and forth shifting of her hips is enjoyable. She’s able to press her clit against his public bone this way, leaning forward to balance on him a bit as she takes it the way she likes.

They’re in a car, so Kara can be as loud as she wants, moaning, tilting her head back obliviously as she rides her own desire. He could be anyone for all she cares. She’s chasing her climax, enjoying the thick meat touching her in all the right places, her clit being rubbed deliciously.

When she opens her eyes, he’s watching her, his pupils overtaking his pretty blue irises. Hungry, captivating. Kara flushes, feeling herself tighten around him unexpectedly. He curses, then chuckles a little cruelly. “You’re already right there, aren’t you?”

One of his fingers gently presses into her rear entrance, pressing in to fill her even as his cock plumbs her pussy. Kara cries out in shock, feeling herself spasm around him, a sudden rush of lust pushing her over the edge. He’s got a finger in her ass and she’s coming undone around him, moaning embarrassingly.

Nick groans in response, finally thrusting upward into her so hard that Kara bashes her head into the roof of the car. He attaches him mouth to one of her breasts, sucking hard, laving her nipple with attention as he takes his pleasure. Even as Kara comes down from her high, Nick ruts into her viciously, snarling, making an animalistic noise as he finally cums, spurting into her.

Afterwards, noting the sad scrap of fabric on the floor, Kara pounds her fist on his shoulder irritably, “I wasn’t kidding about that thong.”

Rolling his eyes, Nick says with loud exasperation, “Christ! I’ll buy you a new one!”

Occasionally, when they see each other, they’ll fight. Arguments and the like. It still bothers Kara, the whole limo thing. The fact that she knows what he does when she’s not in sight.

“I’m not stopping what I’ve done for years with friends just because you’ve decided to drop into my life!” As always, Nicholas isn’t amused, a certain anger shaping his face. “What, you think you’re special?”

That hurts, knife in the heart. Like needles poking through her flesh.

“Well, should I just drop you and go find myself a normal boyfriend?” She likes to threaten him with this, hold it over his head that she might just get tired of him and his need to play with nonconsent.

“Don’t press me,” he replies dangerously, a flash of jealousy in his gaze.

She rolls her eyes in response, pretends that his jealous nature isn’t slightly flattering. Because mostly, it’s annoying. He’s possessive of her and she doesn’t know why, it isn’t like he’s mentioned anything about wanting to be exclusive.

Well. He wants her to be exclusive to him, apparently. Why he cares about that is a mystery.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me.” God, he sounds like her father when he says things like that. “I haven’t been with anyone since we’ve started this…this thing,” he snaps. “So, sit down, shut up, and be happy with what you have.”

He hasn’t been with anyone else? It seems rather doubtful, but the organ in Kara’s chest gives a weak bounce of happiness.

“Fine. Keep taking your perverse joyrides in that limo with yourfriends.” Kara gives him an unpleasant sneer, looking to cut deep with her words. “I never said I wasn’t havingmy own funwhile you’re out at night.”

With a snarl, he grabs her and kisses her like he wants to lock her in a box and throw away the key.

Sometimes, they do nothing at all. After a few short weeks, they settle into something a little more lax.

Sometimes, he has her over to hang out on his balcony for impromptu brunches. Usually, he’s reading the news on his tablet, sipping coffee. He’ll smile at her, that cocky smile of his that drives her nuts, his dark hair mussed from sleep.

She likes brunch quite a bit, so this is fine.

Sometimes, he invites her over to watch television at night, real casual. Kara wonders at it, because perhaps this is the omen of doom that Dietrich had been referencing.

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