Page 85 of Cruel Games

“Prove it.” His eyes narrowed as he lifted off me and pulled out, settling his ass on the seat between my legs. “Come get it if you want it.”

I didn’t have the energy left in me to fight him for trying totell me what to do. I knew when we got back to the compound, he’d fall right back into the habit of doing what I said, when I said it. But for now, he was handing me a gift. I could stop, walk away from all this, and pretend I hadn’t been seconds away from a mental break. Or, I could climb on top of his pierced cock, take my pleasure, and come out on top of the whole situation, hiding my internal struggle and relieving some of this pent-up sexual frustration I’d been trying to keep on a leash for far too long already.

The choice was simple.

I climbed atop his lap and sat myself down on his cock, my hands on his shoulders for leverage as he shifted forward to give me more headroom to bounce on him. Instead of simply rising and falling, the easy choice, I rocked on him, forward and back as I bent my head forward and let my forehead rest on the side of his neck. My lips teased the skin below his ear, my breath coming in short, panting gasps every time his piercing hit that spot inside of me that made my brain short-circuit. His hands grabbed onto my ass, and though he let me lead, those strong arms helped take some of the pressure off me as I worked myself on his dick.

“Fucking hell, Ivy,” he whispered into my hair, his groans and sighs mingling with the sound of squeaky leather beneath his ass. “You feel so good around me.”

“Ditto,” I mumbled into his neck, groaning as the orgasm I’d been chasing earlier reared its head again, just close enough to taste, but not close enough to grab hold of.

This time, I decided to toy with it myself. I dragged myself up and over his cock slower now, relishing every feeling and sensation inside me and out. He groaned my name again as I leaned back and grabbed his biceps for leverage, his cock hitting a new angle in me that had us both moaning in unison, and damned if that didn’t do things to my insides that confused and aggravated me in equal measure.

I didn’t want to feel things for him. Iwouldn’tlet myself fall for the enemy.

But I could fuck him here in this car we were about to shove into the river, in this dark abandoned area, and nobody but us would know. Nobody would ever be a party to the shameful way I’d lost control around the enemy.

Not unless I wanted them to know.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he said slowly, his hands finding new purchase on my waist. Those thumbs brushed the soft, ticklish spot beneath my rib cage, and I had to bite my lip to keep from giggling. “What’s on your mind?”

“This is just sex,” I spat, aggravation rising to the forefront. “Don’t make it something else.”

“I’m not the one who looks like she’s at war with her inner demons while she rides my dick,” he retorted, chuckling under his breath. “But keep your secrets, pretty girl.”

My hand slapped down against his lips, effectively silencing him. “Either shut your mouth, or this ride’s over,” I growled. “Here,” I said suddenly, yanking his hands off my hips to relocate them to my tits. “If you want something to do, put your hands and mouth to work on these.”

“With pleasure,” he mumbled, already yanking the top down to bare my braless breasts to the cool night air.

And then he lowered his lips to my nipple, and I leaned back and relished the feel of him inside me and out, filling me and teasing me top and bottom.

I was so close to being able to fall apart. So damned close. All it would take was a little bit of assistance.

My right hand moved to rest on his shoulder, and my left fell to my clit, where I teased myself into a frenzy, my movements on his dick erratic, my body feverish and desperate and vibrating with tension and energy that threatened to tear me apart at the seams.

“What do you look like when you fall apart for a man, Ivy?” he whispered against my chest, his eyes flicking up to stare at me while I looked down on him, tongue still teasing the sensitive nub in front of it. “Will you show me?”

Fucking hell.

I came with a muffled shout, biting my lip so damn hard I could taste blood against my tongue. Dingo’s handsmoved from my chest to my ribcage, lifting me and fucking himself up into me with renewed eagerness, chasing a high I’d thought briefly about denying him.

But when a man makes you come with his words, the least you can do is reward him with an orgasm of his own.

Fuck.

He came inside of me as his body stiffened, my pussy still throbbing, milking him for every drop of seed his body offered. Although where it would go was beyond me. There wasn’t an inch of space left inside my body around his dick to put anything else. It was a tight fit, like a latex glove that was a size too small, and I groaned when I sagged against him and felt the stickiness from his cum leaking out of me, pooling on the crotch of his pants, leaving proof, evidence that we’d had a fast tryst in the back of this fucking car.

“You’re a mess,” I panted, my words so thready I wondered if I might hyperventilate from lack of oxygen. And then I wondered what he’d do to me if I blacked out. Would he leave me here, in this car, still shaking and heady from our sexcapade, and shove it into the river with me locked inside? Would he put me on his bike and take me back to the compound, treat me like an incapacitated member of his crew?

Or would he take the chance and kill me where I lay?

I knew which one I’d do in his position.

“You made me this way,” he retorted, the smile on his face telling me he wasn’t all that concerned with the state of his pants. “Let’s finish this and get back to the Guild before the sun rises and those two fucksticks come looking for us, yeah?”

I reluctantly rose off his cock, the damn thing softening as it slipped out of me, and tugged my tits back into my top with a sigh. “I’m not pushing this car.”

“I would never dare to ask you to,” he teased, cracking his knuckles before he reached down and shoved himself into his pants again. “Now climb up on in that front seat and get yourshorts. And then maybe steer, and be ready to jump out before it hits the water. I don’t wanna have to fish you out of the river.”

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