Reaching for her hair and twisting it around my hand, my hips fell into short, quick thrusts, pummeling that ass:slap, slap, slap.
“I’m coming,” she announced, and I was taken aback. I had no interest in my enemy’s pleasure because all I cared about was me getting off and finishing.
I was about to growl, ‘I don’t care,’ but the words refused to leave my throat. Something changed in me as her sighs increased in lustful mouthfuls and her butt kept pressing against me, wanting more, desiring more. As my pace increased even more, her hands gripped the pillow tighter, and screams became louder, stimulating my horniness.
“Oh my god, I’m coming,” she squealed, and I kept slapping my cock in her, driving me down deeper to reach for a greater impact when she came.
But I thought I didn’t care if she came.
Just as she climaxed, I pulled her head back gently by her dark hair, and a delicious shudder rippled through her taut body, striking my cock as she clamped down hard, and I let out a loud, elongated grunt.
I emptied inside her as she released.
She exhaled and lay still as I pulled out of her, suddenly feeling strange that I enjoyed pleasuring her. I enjoyed the little liar's orgasm over my cock, and her pleasure became my priority in the end.
As she lay there, naked from the waist down, I tucked my half-limp cock away, ignoring the guilt stirring my stomach.
In silence, I zipped up, adjusted my clothing, and turned my back on her. When I looked back, about to leave, she was still lying there, spent.
I liked doing that to her. I liked that I fucked her into exhaustion and she peeked, hitting the ceiling, then landed with a thud.
My fingers combed through my hair, conflicted as I opened the door with my other hand. I wanted to leave her like that, damaged and in recovery, but I couldn’t leave her like that.
“Are you alright?” I finally asked her as a couple next door were fucking, and the bed head was banging against the wall. Note to self to get that sorted.
Her dark head nodded as she slowly rolled over onto her back. Before I knew it, I was at the edge of the bed, covering her half-naked body with the blankets.
“Thanks,” she mumbled into the pillow without glancing up at me.
I left and locked the door as an odd cocktail of unwanted emotions thundered through my body. Guilt and satisfaction. I owed her nothing. Why did I have to be guilty of? The satisfaction and surprise were how much I enjoyed pleasuring her, even though that wasn’t my objective.
The guilt shredding my insides into tiny pieces, I’ll deal with it another time. But the gratification and the pleasure will lure me back to her room.
12
Ididn’t bother wrestling or struggling with the Russians, as soon as I saw Ronan standing by, watching me being escorted, he received my message and knew exactly what to do. We planned this. It was either him or me that they’d target, but since the geek girl Ivanov lingered around me like a bad smell, I suspected it would be me they’d target.
Predictable. I had to stifle an eye roll when they cornered me outside my class. Walked me through the campus on display without a single person challenging us, even if they did, the Ivanovs would lie. This was our plan. I had a tracker sewn intomy briefs, so Ronan and Mikky could trace where their hideout was.
A balaclava was placed over my head back to front, so the eyeholes were at the back of my head, but I still had blurred vision through the black fabric. My wrists were tied behind my back with plastic cable ties, and they bundled me inside a van, slammed the door hard, making the van rock.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked.
Silence.
“C’mon, man, I can hear you breathing and I can smell your fucking rank body odor,” I mocked him.
“Shut the fuck up,” he spat. His enormous frame shifted, and I caught sight of what looked like a gun. No surprises there.
I chuckled at how easy it was to provoke the fucker. “You got a wife?”
Silence, but I could sense his irritation.
I continued to mock him in an attempt to provoke a reaction. “Is she blind? I bet she is to date a giant motherfucker like you.”
Silence.
The van slowed and remained at a leisurely pace, stopping and starting at traffic lights, I assumed, so I knew we’d arrived at the inner city. My wrists were tied behind my back, but I managed to tuck my thumb into the band of my jeans and rub along my lower back to find the small disc in my briefs. It’s still there, but I hoped like hell that it’s still sending off a GPS signal to Ronan’s phone.