Page 9 of Why You?: Part One, Monday

I can’t stop.

I won’t stop.

I wouldn’t want Anson to stop.

I continue to rub my clit, and my entire body tenses as one orgasm after the other makes me feel as if my soul leaves my body, and I give one last moan, filled with a satisfaction I have never felt before.

My hand comes to a stop, and my chest feels tight from my ragged breathing. But my body and my pussy feel fantastic, at ease, and free from the frustration that is Anson Mallard.

Until I see him again.

Still breathing heavily, I stare at the ceiling and let out a sardonic chuckle. If Anson Mallard knows what I just did and that he was the one doing all these things to me, I wonder what he’d say.

Would he be disgusted? Or would he be just as intrigued as I am, wondering whether he can do a better job than I just did?

I guess I’ll never know.

I push myself upright as the euphoric feeling will soon wear off, and I don’t want to be caught naked when the room gets cold again. Then I’ll definitely freeze to death.

Even though that feels kind of impossible with the fire of desire burning in my pussy for that arrogant son of a bitch Mallard.

SIX

~ Anson ~

I slam the door loudly, hoping she’ll hear it. And even though it may sound pretty petty, I don’t care. I’m not an aggressive person, and I would never hit anyone. But the emotions that Kinsley evokes in me make me want to punch a hole through the wall. She makes me so incredibly pissed that I can’t even see straight. My mind is a complete blur, and all rationality and decency go out the window.

It’s a good thing she stormed off when she did. Otherwise, it may have gotten ugly. Again, I would never hit or hurt her. But she sure as hell would see a very different version of me.

She’s a real bitch, and she should know that. I don't know anything about heating systems, and I believe I even told her that I don’t. But she still dared to insinuate that I’m useless and even made everything worse. The heating system was fucked before we even entered the control room. The lights were flashing, most probably due to a malfunction. And even if I had some knowledge of how to override it, it’s still not going to fix the malfunction. Maybe I should go back there and try to find a manual. Maybe I can correctly override the system and get the heating back on track. Perhaps then Kinsley won’t blame me for everything that’s going wrong at the hotel. As though I can make this situation any shittier than it already is. I don’t want to be a pessimist, but I have a sinking feeling that something will go wrong. I don’t know what, though.

I run my fingers through my hair irately and walk to the bathroom. I can’t seem to understand why I’m seeking approval from Kinsley Butler all of a sudden. I shouldn’t care if she thinks I’m the biggest asshole in the world. After we leave the hotel tomorrow, the chances of us being in the same room together are slim to none, so I shouldn’t be trying to impress her.

I roll my shoulders as I reach for a towel in the linen closet and hang it over the towel rack. A hot shower is the only thing that’s going to make me feel better right now. The heat is already out, so hopefully, there’s hot water. Otherwise, I’m going to be even more pissed off than I already am.

As I turn on the water, I begin to undress, my blood still boiling in my veins as I think about Kinsley. I don’t want to think about her, but I can’t seem to stop. As infuriating as she is, she’s hot as fuck, and I can only imagine what she looks like, naked and sprawled across my bed. I bet she has big, bouncy tits under all those clothes and smooth, warm skin that can ignite a fire inside me that no one else can. I imagine her lips kissing my cock, her hands cradling my balls, squeezing them with just enough pressure to ease the painful pleasure I feel inside them. I imagine her tasting as delicious as she smells, and her moans make me crave to pleasure her even more.

But right now, I‘m not in the mood to pleasure her. After all the shit she’s given me today, she’s the one that needs to pleasure me. And if it comes off aggressive and forceful, then so be it.

When the bathroom fills with steam, I step inside the shower. The hot water feels good on my skin, soothing my muscles from the tension built up inside them—all caused by Kinsley Butler.

What a frigid bitch.

Yeah, that’s what I called her.

Do I regret it? Absolutely not. She deserved to be called that.

I close my eyes for a few seconds, lowering my head to allow the water to run down my neck and back. I draw in a deep breath, trying everything I can to not think about Kinsley. But it’s all in vain. All I can see in my mind was her perfect ass as she walked away from me, storming off down the hallway. I can’t stop myself from wondering what she would sound like if I grabbed her ass and pressed her body against mine.

A stir inside me makes me open my eyes, and a rock-hard erection greets me. My jaw clenches as I silently scold myself for allowing Kinsley to have such an effect on me. I glance down again, knowing that if there is one thing that can get Kinsley Butler to shut the hell up, it’ll be my cock.

A painful throb of desire erupts in it, and I wrap my fingers around my shaft. I close my eyes again and imagine grabbing Kinsley by her hair, forcing her down onto her knees in front of me. Her eyes are focused on me as her luscious lips part, allowing my cock access to her mouth.

I tighten my grasp around my shaft, stroking it hard and imagining her sucking me off, sliding my cock in and out of her mouth as I face fuck her. I watch as my cock goes all the way to the back of her throat. My fingers are tangled through her hair, gripping her tightly as I continue thrusting my cock into her sexy mouth.

My grip around my shaft tightens as I jerk myself off. My strokes are slow at first but gradually build up to a faster pace. My jaw clenches as the desire for Kinsley begins to build, my cock hardening even more than it already is.

I imagine her looking up at me, her eyes hungry, her hands cupping my balls. Her tongue licks the bottom of my shaft, sucking on the tip of my cock so hard that all my resistance crumbles.

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