Page 99 of When It's Us
“You gonna tell me you don’t want this?” he murmurs, shoving his hips against me, dragging his mouth down my neck, biting hard enough to make me jolt.
“Get fucked, Hutch,” I hiss out.
God, I feel so high, pushing him. This insatiable ache, this need—I can feel in my bones, my control slipping. I want him to want me so badly that it hurts.
He grins against my skin, savage, breathless.
“I plan to,” he mutters, low and raspy, “and you know what else? I think youlikebeing my pretty little whore…don’t you, California?”
I don’t mean to whimper, but it’s involuntary, like my body knows more than I do and refuses to betray itself. So I nod, barely able to move my head in his grip. It burns so fucking good.
I don’t just like it. Iloveit.
His eyes find mine in the mirror, and they’re blown wide, the blue almost nonexistent on his gorgeous face, and his voice turns soft, affectionate almost, when he whispers, “Tell me how much, baby. Tell me how much you like being my perfect slut.”
“Mmm,” I whine. “Oh fuck,please,” I plead, needing him to fuck me until I can’t stand up anymore. I sound desperate and I can’t even care.
The hand not wrapped in my hair moves to my throat. “Tell me, Ginger,” he demands softly. “Say it.”
I moan at my name on his lips. I’m not sure which I like more. My name on his lips, or the filthy shit he’s demanding of me. “I like it.”
He growls, thrusting against my ass, hard, powerful muscles driving him forward. “You like what? Open those pretty lips and tell me what you like.”
“I…I like being your pretty little whore,” I gasp out, my nipples pebbling in the thin material of my dress.
“What else?” he growls softly, hot breath sending a shower of goosebumps down my bare arms.
The words come out breathless. “I love being your perfect slut.”
His grin is electric when he whispers into my ear, “Then give me a fucking word so I can take what’s mine.”
My mind is alight with one word and one word only and it’s like a chant.
Green.
Green.
Motherfuckinggreen.
I tilt my head so I can look him in the eyes and breathe out, “Green.”
Yanking down the front of his boxer briefs, he fists his cock, giving me no time to appreciate the delicious length of it before lining up with my soaked entrance. The groan he lets out is inhuman as he forces his bare length into me in one rough thrust, his hips slamming against my ass. The force of it drives me forward and I have to catch myself, so I don’t smash my face into the mirror.
He pulls out almost to the tip and drives back in, fucking me slow and hard, grunting in pleasure. “You look so perfect right now, taking my cock like you were born to do it.”
My hands scramble for purchase on the slick porcelain, his body bowed over mine, but I match his thrusts, pushing back against him, broken cries and whimpers mixing with cursing and grunts from behind me.
He fucks me ruthlessly, and I take every inch, every thrust, desperate to make this last as long as possible. The way he stretches me open is heaven, pleasure and pain searing through my veins, pushing me higher, faster, brighter. I’m so fucking high on Hutch Hayes and the way he commands my body that I can think of nothing else. Only the heat and slick slide of his cock inside me, his moans, my whimpers. It’s all one filthy blur and I know no one will ever make me feel like this.
“God, I love you like this,” he rasps out, reaching forward to find my clit. “Pissed off, wet and needy as fuck. You know how hot that is?”
“Faster,” I moan. “Harder. Please, fuck me harder.”
Hutch grabs my hip with one hand, the other still fisted in my hair, pulling me back against him as he drives into me, fast and filthy.
“You feel that?” he pants, fucking into me so hard the counter creaks. “This is what me being jealous gets you, California. You bent over this sink, taking every inch of my cock. Me giving you exactly what you want, what webothwant.Fuck.”
His words—the change in angle, the feel of his breath on my neck—have me choking on a cry. His hand slips from my throat toslap a big palm over my mouth, muffling the broken sounds tearing out of me as his other hand works me mercilessly.
