Page 81 of Tesio
“Grease? We should go,” Jamie urged, trying to sit up and push me away. She was pushing me away? Our last chance to fuck, and she’s opting to do something other than take my dick?
“Babe, seriously?”
She smiled, stroking my cheeks, and smoothing her fingers over my pout, because yeah, I was fucking pouting. My woman got hers, and now she’s deciding that a fucking phone call is more important than me getting off. Hang on a minute.
“Is this more of the ‘you being in control’ thing? You think you’re denying my orgasms now, is that how you’re rolling, little pain?”
Jamie groaned, and dug her fingernails into my ass cheeks, which, as you can imagine, achieved one fucking thing. I hissed a satisfied breath, because yeah, pain during sex can be fuckingawesome, and I rammed deep inside her again. It still wasn’t the yelp I’d been hoping for, because it was so cute when she did that, but it was something.
“I’m serious, Grease. This is… this could be what saves you, saves us!” Fuck me. That should be the priority, right? Not my aching dick, and my screaming balls.
“FUCK!” I shoved against the mattress, to lift off of her, and dragged my poor cock out of her.
“You’re apologising to him later,” I gritted out, grabbing clothes and tossing hers to her, as I started pulling mine on. Was I feeling bitter as hell about missing out on getting my fucking end away? Yeah. Of course I was. I knew it wasn’t her fault, but the stuff we just did? That was an exercise in being edged that I tolerated, because I figured mine was coming. Literally.
“GREASE, come on, dammit!” Fists slammed against the door in quick succession, and I grabbed my boot, and tossed it in that general direction, gratified by the dull thud that followed.
“You’re being a bit petulant, Grease. Is this you bratting because you want your Mistress to spank you?”
I froze, turning to stare at the woman I’d just fucking given up control to, and couldn’t fight the grin that stretched my face, because she just said that, didn’t she?
“You said, spank… you wanna spank me, little pain? I’d allow it, but I’d fuck you like a savage after.”
Her cheeks flushed red, or redder, I should say, and she slapped my chest. She was fully dressed already, and I didn’t like it at all. This wasn’t how this fucking night was supposed to go.
I grabbed her throat, pulling her close as I stood up, and glared down at her.
“This isn’t over, little pain. You’ll be taking my cum one way or another once this call is done.”
I really hoped that would be the case, but who the fuck knew what was about to be said, if this call was so damn important.
“GREASE!”
Fuckers. I grabbed my fallen boot on the way to the door, and slipped it on.
“I guess we’ll go see what they’re having a hissy fit about. Better be good, because they fucked up my one night in heaven for it.”
Jamie giggled, catching my free hand, as I pulled the door open with the other. Huh. I glanced down at her with surprise, because it was an unexpectedly sweet gesture from the woman who preferred handing me my ass, with a side order of snark.
“We’re going to survive this, Grease, I just know it.”
I wished I had her confidence, but then as someone who hadn’t lived the mafia life, of course she thought there was a chance.
We joined Micro and Torch in the living room, and they both flipped me off, while Reacher was having a rant about assholes keeping him waiting, and bullshit like that.
“PRES! Yeah, he’s here now, you wanna yell at him instead?” Torch smirked at me as I sat down, and dragged my woman into my lap. If she thought was even going to sit a few inches away from me, she was wrong. I was still hard too, so it did everyone a favour to hide that fact.
“Grease, I can sit in the chair,” she protested, as I tightened my arms around her.
“You’ll sit right there on my cock where you belong,” I replied, ignoring Micro’s facepalm, and Torch’s snort of laughter.
“If they’re fucking while I’m on the phone, they can fend for themselves,” Reacher snapped, over the slightly staticky line.
“Hey Pres, how’s it hanging?” I asked, winking at my woman as she rolled her eyes.
“Yeah yeah, very funny,” he muttered, clearing his throat, “I’ve been talking with the Don.”
Uh oh. I sat up straighter, and probably mirrored my woman’s nervous expression.
