Page 98 of When It's Us
Then he’s turning us, pressing me against the door, making me shiver and whine like a needy whore.
And that’s what I am. So fucking needy and desperate to push him to his breaking point.
He lunges for my mouth again, kissing me hard before pulling back.
Heart racing, chest heaving, lips swollen from his rough kiss and the stubble on his jaw, I try to suck in a breath. My clit aches and I’m dying for him to fuck me. Dying for him pin me by the throat and fuck me until my vision swims and my limbs feel light and tingly.
He leans in, pressing his lips to my ear and biting out threelittle words.
Three little words that will be my undoing.
Ginger
“Pick.A.Word.”
My eyes flutter shut at the command in his voice, and I try to fight the moan that claws its way up my throat, vibrating against the massive, tattooed hand still wrapped around it.
He pushes closer, all heat, voice low, hard cock pressing into my stomach. “I’m not asking, California.”
My mind spins, and every inch of my body aches for him to take what he so obviously wants. WhatIso obviously want. I rock my hips, desperate for the slightest amount of friction, but he shoves my hips back with his other hand.
“Now.”
“Sloppy seconds,” I force out, the words rasping through the pressure on my throat, eyes blazing. It’s two words, low, sharp—meant to cut. To provoke. I want the spark between us to catch fire because I need to know I’m not the only one burning. I need to see it in his eyes—that he’s just as wrecked by this as I am, just as desperate, just as ruined.
He freezes and something flashes in his expression, something raw and real and his fingers flex on my neck.
“Too on the nose?” I manage, before he can say anything. I’m desperately obsessed with him. I wish I didn’t love the spark of triumph that flames to life in my chest again at the look on his face.
“Is that what you think this is?”
“Isn’t it?” I mutter. Something in his tone takes a bit of the anger out of me. Dropping my head back against the door, I watch his Adam’s apple roll with a hard swallow.
“You’re jealous of one man barely touching me, but nearly every woman in this fucking town looks at you like you’re theirs. And they’re regularly lining up to audition to be the next in your harem. Hell, maybe all of them already are.”
A muscle in his jaw ticks, eyes shimmering with heat before they darken. With one hand around my throat, he leans in, his full lips centimeters from mine, a wicked smile on his face that sets fire to my blood.
His breath fans across my lips, and he tightens his fingers on the sides of my throat when he speaks, voice low and laced with need, “That include you? Way I see it, the only woman in this bar right now begging for my attention is the one trying to rub her desperate little cunt on me.”
“Oh fuck,” I whimper, my eyes rolling back and my body in full shudder.
He growls and spins me roughly by the shoulders before bending me over the sink, my hands braced on the cool porcelain. “You like that, filthy girl? You like pushing me until I lose control with you?”
I can’t speak. Fuck, I can barelythink. All I can do is breathe and nod weakly, my lust-dazed gaze locked on his in the mirror.
A frantic hand finds the hem of my dress, and he hikes it up around my waist while he works open his belt buckle with the other. My lungs constrict in anticipation.
“Give me a fuckin’ word, baby, so I can treat you exactly how you want me to. The way I’m dying to,” he grits out, desperation and barely held restraint twisting his deep timbre. “Give me a goddamn word so I can destroy this messy pussy bare, then watch my cum drip out of it.”
Not wanting the fire to die, needing his anger and mine, the passion it brings, how alive it makes me feel, I smirk at his reflection in the mirror. “You don’t know anything about what I want.”
His chuckle is deep, menacing. And I love it. I love him, filthy and degrading, and seeing him in control as much as I do seeing him out of it.
He fists a hand in my hair, keeping me bent over, but forcing my head back.
“Did you forget how desperate you were for my cock two days ago? How wet your perfect peachy pink cunt gripped me the other night? How about at Wren’s wedding when I had you pinned outside my parents’ barn, dress hiked up just like it is now. Me covering your mouth so your slutty little moans didn’t give us away? Did you forget how you moaned my name over and over again while I fucked you with my tongue? How hard your nipples were when I stuffed my cock between those perfect lips of yours and came down this tight, hot throat? Hmm? How about when I painted you with my cum the other night?”
I’m a whimpering, dripping, writhing mess when he grips my hair tighter, leveraging my head back to bring his lips to mine over my shoulder.
