Page 75 of The Opposite of Romance
“Tell me what it is, then.” I fold my arms in front of my chest.
“I can’t.” She winces. “I can’t tell you. But you need to trust me. It’s not what it looks like.”
“It’s not?” I invade her space, caging her in until her ass hits the windowpane. “Because right now, it seems like you’re dating my cousin, while using me as your little fuck toy.”
Hurt flashes across her face, but I’m too far gone. Her scent has now seeped into my nostrils, and it works like red on a bull. It gives me tunnel vision, cutting off the blood supply to my brain and redirecting it south.
I place a hand on the window glass, while the other travels down the little sundress she has on. She looks sweet and innocent, but I know she’s anything but. “Tell me,boss.Does Dean know how rough you like to get fucked by me?” Her breath hitches. “He hardly seems the type. Does he know how you scream for me? How hard you clench my cock while I’m balls deep inside of you?”
She whimpers, biting into her lip. She likes this. I knew she would.
“You want it, don’t you?” I slip a finger underneath her dress, pulling her little panties to the side. “You’re already soaking my hand.” She grinds herself on my fingers. “I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes,” shebreathes out. “I want it.”
“You want to get fucked here in secret, while you’re on a date with another man? Is that what gets you hot?”
She nods profusely, and I reward her by sliding my middle finger into her wet heat. Fuck, she’s perfect. She lets out a silent mewl, but we can’t have that.
“I’m going to need you to be quiet for me, ok? I don’t want anyone else hearing how much you enjoy taking my fingers.” My thumb, slick with her wetness, presses into her clit and her head drops to the window glass.
My hand travels to her tits, cupping them roughly through the material of her dress. Her nipples are poking through the innocent cotton, making my mouth water. She grips the lapels of my shirt while I add another finger. My dick is rock hard, like it is every time she’s around.
This girl … thiswoman… makes me come undone in the best possible way. There’s something about her. From the very first day I saw her, when she begged me to build her a deck, until now, when she’s begging me for release. I couldn’t say no to those light gray eyes. I couldn’t say no to those pouty lips. And I’m not any stronger now. In fact, my weak spot for her grew exponentially, growing from a small spot in my stomach to the point where I can only fully fill my lungs when I’m around her.
But I don’t want to be her sex toy. I want more. I want her to feel safe in my arms, not only when my fingers, tongue, or cock are deep inside of her. I want to hang around that stupid deck with her and build shit with Liv and hear about Asher’s newest interests.
“Please, I need to come,” she pants, barely audible, but I’ve made up my mind. If she won’t be mine willingly, I guess I’ll have to make her.
“No problem, I can do that for you,” I say, slipping in a third finger. “But I want something in return.”
Her eyes widen in surprise, while her legs shake with pleasure.
“I want you to let me take you out on a real date.” Iaccentuate the request with a rough press to her clit, making her eyes roll to the back of her head. “What do you say, Sadie?”
She doesn’t respond, grinding herself on my hand.
I stop my movements, extracting my fingers from her sweet pussy. “You need to promise me I can take you out on an actual date after this.” I hope my low voice doesn’t reveal how vulnerable I am. I hold her orgasm in my hands, but she holds my heart in hers.
“Don’t stop, please.” Her eyes plead with me as much as her words.
Using my thumb, I circle her clit a few times, and she lets out a loud moan. In a second, I stop everything, again. Her breath hitches, her eyes filling with desperation.
“No date, no orgasm,” I say. “You just gotta say yes.” The finger of my other hand travels her flushed cheek, down to her neck, and her lashes flutter before her gaze locks in with mine.
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Promise?”
“I promise.” My lips smash to hers, swallowing her moans, as my fingers find their way back home. In less than five seconds, she clamps around them, quivering. I don’t stop kissing her, I don’t let go, until the very last wave of her climax ebbs.
Taking my fingers out, I slip them into my mouth, licking her off them. She’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted. She stares at me with glossy eyes as her chest heaves.
“I…” she says, but a male voice interrupts us, calling, “Sadie!”
I rush to move a polite distance away, but next thing I know, the bathroom doors are opening, and my cousin is standing there, looking between us. I got to the sink, but with her messed up hair and flushed chest, there’s no way to hide what we did.
“What the hell, Sadie?” His voice is laced with disappointment.
