Page 36 of Opposites (Never) Attract
It would be a straight up violation of her situation. She was vulnerable, she was hurting, and this kink of hers was simply medicine that needed to be applied.
I got out of the truck and adjusted my painfully hard dick in my jeans.
Sorry, I told him. This isn’t going to end in fun times for us. But we’re going to make it real good for her.
I walked around the front of the truck to Sunshine.
Kaitlyn
What the fuckwas I doing? I mean…what the actual fuck?
Anyone could drive by and see me standing here with my ass in the breeze. My pussy nearly dripping wet. I should stand up. I should leave. I should say, ‘what the fuck are you doing to me, Tag Durham?!’
But I didn’t. I knew exactly what he was doing to me, and I wanted it.
I swallowed.
I felt my heart beat between my legs.
Iached.I watched him walk around the truck. His broad shoulders and long legs. The dark denim. He was a cowboy in a movie – maybe even a bad guy.
Oh God, why did that make memoreexcited?
There was no way to tell what he was thinking. Whathe was feeling. Maybe he was feeling nothing. Maybe this was a thing he did all the time. Twice on Sunday. I was just another notch in his weird, soft BDSM boss belt.
Where the hell is your backbone, Kaitlyn!? Where the-
Suddenly, he was behind me, and my brain just shut off. Like he’d flipped the switch.
He wasn’t touching any part of me, but I could feel the breadth of him. The size. I was nearly naked, my weight on my forearms, as vulnerable as I’d ever been with any of the lovers I’d ever taken.
The first slap on my right butt cheek shouldn’t have caught me off guard, but it did. It was hard, but not so hard that it made me stand up and stop him. He paused, as if giving me a second to change my mind. When I was silent, he gave me another, same cheek. Another one, same cheek.
The burn crept up so slow. I buried my face in the seat and groaned. Dying. I was dying. From the pain. The pleasure. The way my brain was slowly emptying. The way I could take a breath. Feel my body.
I wanted to cry.
He wasn’t trying to hurt me. He was trying to make me think about just one single place on my body. There was no tempo, no rhythm. He’d pause for a few seconds, listen to the sound of my breathing, and then…
Slap. Slap. Slap.
The rush of euphoria to my brain nearly made me pass out, but this was too good to stop. I couldn’t think about where I was, what just happened to my life, or the new definition of my family, even if I wanted to. Which I didn’t.
He pushed in closer, and I felt the rough fabric of his jeans on the inside of my thighs. I moaned and tried to rub up against him like a cat.
He slapped my untouched cheek and his other hand slipped into the v-neck of my dress. He pushed my bra out of the way and wrapped his palm around my breast. He squeezed so hard my knees buckled.
Luckily, his thigh caught me, and I cried out from the pressure of that rough denim against my clit. He pulled on my nipple, rolling it between his fingers.
“This going to get you off again, sweetheart?” he whispered in my ear, his rough voice spilling over my skin. “A little nipple play was all it took last time, and you came like a rocket.”
I whimpered around the rush of pleasure that was flooding my breasts and between my legs, but I didn’t answer. I wasn’t meant to. I was meant to just lay here against the front seat of Taggert Durham’s truck, and take whatever he planned to give me, so I didn’t have to think.
“Or, are you going to need a little more?”
He pressed his thigh against me again, and I couldn’t stop my back from arching. I couldn’t stop myself from grinding down against him.
“More,” I groaned. “Please more.”
