Page 47 of Hide and Sneak
I’m notsure what exactly is being said but I heard enough to know she was fired from her job. I love to get Lila riled up so I’ve seen her annoyed or angry plenty of times. She’s still her cool, rational self. Not today.
She leaps to her feet, shouting into the phone. “You prune faced, hateful, bitter, thin lipped, joyless gargoyle! Just because you’re aging like bagged salad doesn’t mean you can make everyone else miserable. I’m sorry all you see when you look in the mirror is a giant cunt but that’s no reason to act like one. I hope you trip over your ugly dollar store shoes and fall into traffic. Heartless fucking fish breath bitch!”
A snort leaps out of me at the bagged salad remark and I’m losing it by the time she calls her fish breath, but she isn’t laughing. She’s enraged and understandably so.
Her glare lands on me as she hangs up, and I shake my head. “Sorry, it’s not funny. That’s such bullshit. Is there anything I can do?”
“How do you feel about a homicide charge?”
“I have plenty of land to hide a body.”
She rubs her forehead. “Fuck.Fuck.” I call her name when she gets up and starts down the hall. “I’m fine,” she says, then closes herself in her room.
I’m not sure how badly this screws up her plan for her business, but I can’t imagine it helps. Music blares from her room. Part of me wants to go make sure she’s okay, but giving her some time to calm down is probably a better option.
After an hour passes without a peep from her, the music stops. I’m about to go check on her when she stalks into the living room, stares down at me and asks, “Do you want to fuck me again?"
Whoa. Not what I was expecting. Her question throws me off guard. With an annoyed exhale, she whips her shirt off, throws a condom on the couch beside me, then straddles my lap. My brain may be having trouble keeping up with this sudden situation but my cock is immediately on board.
A tiny grin appears when she feels it harden beneath her. “Is that a yes?”
My hands have a mind of their own, wandering up her thighs to the end of her little shorts despite my hesitation. “I don’t want to take advantage. You’re upset. We can talk about it.” God, her skin is so soft and warm.
“You’re not taking advantage. I know what I’m doing. I’m pissed and stressed. I don’t want to talk. I want to come.” She starts to stand up. “But if you don’t want to, I have toys. I’ll just?—”
“No, the fuck you won’t.” I pull her back to me, and she plunges her tongue into my mouth. Her kiss is rough and aggressive. It shows me exactly what she wants, a good hard fuck to make her forget, and I’m going to give it to her.
When she breaks away, I grab her jaw, pulling her right back in. The little moan she lets out is only the beginning of the sounds I’m going to wring from her. The ferocious way she kissesbrings out a primal urge in me. I fist her hair at the roots, tugging her head to the side, and she grinds against me when my mouth latches onto her neck. She reaches up my shirt, dragging her nails down my chest. I throw my shirt off, and we both strip. Our feverish exploration with hands and mouths resumes after I roll on the condom.
When she rises up on her knees to take me in, I grab her ass before she can manage. My cock prods at her entrance as I suck her nipple hard. She tilts her head back with a stuttered breath. When she tries again to sink down on me, I hold her tight, only letting the tip enter her. Fuck, it’s a struggle not to bury myself in that heat, but I want her desperate for it.
Her body ignites like a furnace as I lick and suck her breasts, teasing the tip in and out of her. It doesn’t take long before she glares down at me. “Sutton, if you don’t put that cock in right now, I swear to god.”
That’s got to be the best threat I’ve ever heard. “I got you. No need to beg.”
“I wasn’t?—”
Her argument is interrupted by a moan as I pull her down, sliding inside of her. Her hands clamp on my shoulders when I’m a little over halfway, making me pause to let her acclimate. She closes her eyes when our gazes meet as if that’s too intimate. She raises up then lowers herself again, letting me in a little further. Her lips part and the expression on her face is going to be a permanent fixture in my brain. As soon as she opens her eyes, I kiss her then grab her waist.
“Look at you. So hot for this. Take it all, gorgeous.” She cries out when I drive up into her. Her hands fly to grasp the back of the couch, and she starts riding the hell out of me. She’s in control now and I’m not mad about it. She scoots her knees back a little, changing the angle, and moans when it hits the right spot.
I have every intention of fucking her into oblivion tonight, but I’m not tempted in the least to try to take charge yet. This sexy woman is unashamedly taking exactly what she wants from me and it’s the hottest fucking thing.
I cup her bouncing breasts, and she meets my gaze, her mouth falling open when I pinch her nipple. “Yes.”
The desire in that one word is so thick. I feel her grow wetter and tighter around me as I roll and pinch her nipples between my fingers. She loves that. “That’s it, baby. Fuck me. Take what you need.”
Her breathing increases. She spreads her knees and alternates between rocking her hips and grinding on me. I keep playing with her nipples with one hand and bring my other down to rub my thumb over her clit.
“Oh yes. Yes. Don’t stop.” The words spill out of her in a rush.
“Look at me,” I order, and glassy eyes land on mine. “As soon as you come, I’m taking you to my room and fucking you until you can’t move.”
Her eyes slam shut as she clenches around me. Tremors run through her, and the sexy little whimper I first heard through the wall fills my ears as she buries her face in my neck. She feels so fucking good but I fight the urge to join her. It’s a good thing I’ve already came twice today because I want to wear her out. Fuck her until she’s too spent to think about anything but how I’m making her feel.
Before she can recover, I grab her under her ass and stand up without pulling out of her. She instinctively wraps her legs around me, driving me in deeper while I carry her back to my room and she gasps. “You’re still hard?”
“Did you think we were done? Oh Delilah, you really have to stop underestimating me.”
