Page 36 of Full Tilt
The seconds tick by as he waits on my decision. He knows I’m not going to knee him in the crotch, just like he knows I won’t scream or try to press charges.
I want this, but also, I don’t. I need him, but he repulses me, all at the same time.
Holt, Kendra, Darcy, and Collins will never understand that this situation runs way deeper than what they’ve seen up until this point.
He’ll never stop asking me to fuck because he knows he’s breaking me down. The number of times I can tell him no is limited before my willpower inevitably wanes and he can have his way.
Maybe that is what we need … to fuck and get it out of our systems. We sure as hell don’t seem to be able to settle our differences through talking. I know he won’t be gentle with me, and that’s not what I want. What I want is this man out of my life for good, and if he happens to deliver a climax or two in the process, then no one ever has to know what we did.
We’ll never speak about it again. I’ll never have to speak tohimagain.
Carefully, I lift my knee, tracing it up the inside of his bare leg. His tattooed olive skin pebbles, just like mine, as I reach his apex and shift a little higher. He doesn’t flinch, eyes only burning brighter with anticipation.
He releases my wrists from above my head, confidently smiling, like he knows I’m not going anywhere. “You don’t want to do that, Hellion.” Tommy speaks low, his voice gravelly. “If you take me out, I’ll struggle to ruin your cunt, and we’re both well aware of your desperation for my dick.”
I drop my foot back to the ground, placing a hand in the center of his chest.
“Do you want me to destroy you, Jenna?”
My throat is so thick, so dry, that I struggle to form words.
He pulls down the zipper again, and both breasts bulge over the top of my sports bra.
At war with myself and powerless to act, I remain silent. I refuse to give him the satisfaction of a yes, but want him to know that being destroyed is exactly what I crave.
With one final tug of the zip, my top bursts open, flimsy material hanging down by my sides.
Tommy’s eyes haven’t left mine yet. He’s likely desperate to take in my body, and I have to hand it to him—the boy possesses control where I didn’t think he did.
Slowly, deliberately, he crouches down in front of me until his eyeline is level with my breasts.
Taking my left nipple into his mouth, he only tears his eyes away from mine when his tongue wraps around the small bar piercing.
I’m surprised he didn’t see it through my sports bra.
Running a hand through his disheveled hair, he groans around my nipple, teasing and flicking it with expert precision. I can tell he’s experienced in bed and that his reputation for being a fuckboy is no lie.
“What’s wrong, Tommy?” I goad, trying not to soak my shorts from the way he works his mouth over me. “Is this the first time you’ve been with a real woman?”
I pull hard on his hair, practically tearing it from the roots.
He groans again at the sensation.
“Or is that you’ve never been with someone who can give as good as she gets?”
I’m hanging on for dear life, my fighting talk as much for my own benefit as it is for him.
Without warning, he bites down on my nipple, and I throw my head back into the door. Obviously, my neighbors didn’t hear our fight in the hallway since armed police aren’t breaking down my door. Although I’m confident anyone standing on the other side right now will know exactly what’s going on.
“Don’t play games with me, Jenna.”
Tommy rises to his feet in front of me, cupping my pussy in his palm.
I pulse into his hand, soaking his skin through my shorts.
Goddammit.
His laugh sounds evil. “The way I want to shoot straight inside this tight pussy and then leave it right on the edge, desperate and needy for its own release. Your walls would quiver as they cling to thin air.” He leans into me, sniffing my hair like a predator sizing up its prey. “Do your other men make you come, Hellion?”
