Page 29 of Caution Tape

“I told you I would,” she replies softly.

I yank her damp shirt over her head, my hands tacky and sticky with blood. Her skin feels soft and hot as I peel her flimsy bra off and take one of her nipples in my mouth, biting down on it gently but firmly enough that I feel her nails dig into the back of my head.

I pull back and take off my shirt. The moment it’s discarded she gleefully runs her hands down my chest, and I can feel a long streak of blood left behind. Unbuckling my belt, she tugs it out of the loops with a wry smile, and that’s when it clicks; she’s always been in control.

“Did I say you could do that?” I taunt, swatting her hands away.

It’s dark, the flashlight is on the ground barely giving us enough light to see each other, but her eyes are wide and incredulous.

“What?” she asks.

I grab her by the chin, lifting her up onto her tiptoes so that she has to shakily take a step toward me. My other hand gathers her hair up, twisting it slightly so that she gasps in pain.

“Open your mouth,” I demand, yanking her head back.

She presses her lips in a firm, straight line, glaring at me.

Laughing, I snake my hand down and unbutton her stupid little work khakis, watching her squirm as I unzip them before tugging them along her curved hips.

“Open yourfuckingmouth,“ I say again, but all she does is raise her eyebrows.

Cora, Cora, Cora.

My palm trails down her stomach and I slip my hand over her panties, my hand too big to fit fully, my knuckles scraping against the zipper of the khaki’s. I can only move three of my fingers, but the moment I touch her I hear her inhale sharply through her nose. She bucks her hips as I slowly stroke her clit, moving my fingers against her in firm rotations, the zipper digging into my skin as I work her faster.

Her knees buckle and a moan escapes her, but she manages to keep her mouth closed. I remove my hand, and she lets out a frustrated groan.

“If you want to come… you’re going to open your mouth.”

Still, she’s defiant. I like that. I hook my fingers around the belt loop of her pants and tug them down until they fall around her knees. I stretch the waistband of her panties and let it snap back against her hip.

“Take these off,” I order.

It’s something I could easily do, but I want to make her do it. It’s turning me on to have her defiant yet playing along, this push-and-pull making everything that much more delicious.

Cora locks eyes with me and pulls them down. Then, still gazing at me, opens her mouth, letting her tongue hang out.

Fuck.

I stick two of my fingers in her mouth and she bites down, hard. Then she grins and starts to slowly work her tongue along the digits, tickling and sucking them. She lets go, and I immediately bury my hand between her thighs, tracing her clit with my fingers, rubbing her with delicious friction.

“Yes,” she whimpers.

“Yeah?” I taunt, thrusting two fingers inside her as she clings to me, desperately trying to hold herself upright.

“Oh, fuck!” she cries out suddenly, groaning with pleasure, her body collapsing against me.

“Really? I haven’t even started,” I mutter in her ear.

With one swift motion I toss her onto the ground. She lands hard, staring up at me with fresh anger while I tear off her pants and shoes in a hurried frenzy. Pulling my cock out of my pants, I crawl onto her, gripping her shoulder hard. Fingers digging into her skin while I move my hips and position myself along her slit, the head dipping along her clit just enough to make her draw in a breath. Before she can let it out again, I thrust inside of her forcefully, feeling her warmth as her walls tighten.

“It hurts,” she spits out, eyes wide, mouth agape. “It hurts so good. Holy fuck—“

“There’s nothing holy about the way I plan on fucking you,” I warn, hooking my arm around her thigh while my other hand grips her throat.

Her fingernails slip beneath my shirt and dig into my back as I slam into her as deep as her body allows. Building up speed until I’m pounding into her, I raise myself up for leverage, locking eyes with her as she glares at me.

“Go to hell, Nolan,” she utters, her voice rising with mine in mutual, agonizing pleasure.

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