Page 81 of You're so Bad

“I’m not going anywhere,” she says, spreading her legs wider.

“I’m trying to warn you that youshouldleave.” But even as I say it, I’m grabbing a second condom from my pocket. Always be prepared for the best and the worst.

“Aren’t you listening?” She reaches for me and pushes down my shorts. Just like that, she’s wrapping her hand around my cock and pumping. “Iwantyou to fuck me.”

I don’t try to prime her this time. I put on the condom and shove myself home because I need it.I need her.

The table moves back a few inches with the thrust, and Shauna wraps her arms around me so she doesn’t lose her balance, her nails digging into my back as I thrust into her again, needing to lose myself in her wet warmth.

I pull away, my cock still inside her, so I can take off her shirt and bra. She looks like a dream, sitting there on my table, my cock inside of her, her gorgeous tits bared to me, her hair bright violet under the harsh lighting. It’s the kind of dream I’d like to have someday.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” I pull out and then thrust in again, lowering my head to suck her nipple.

“So are you,” she says, panting as she grinds against me.

“You didn’t seem to think so when I first met you.”

She moans as I grab her thighs and hike them up, going in deeper. “Of course I did.”

Smiling, I press her down onto the table, her head against the wood, and lean in to kiss her. Her hands circle my back and find their way under my shirt, pulling me closer, so maybe I’m not the only one who feels like nothing could be enough. I feel a deep need to be buried inside of her, to soak her in. To let her help me beat back the void.

And that scares the ever-loving shit out of me.

I kiss her neck and then stand up, telling myself it’s so I can see her lying back, taking my dick, and not because I’m a coward.

“I want you to watch me fuck you,” I tell her.

“There’s nothing wrong with my eyes.”

The table bangs against the wall, and I laugh as I thrust again, making it bang a second time. “What do you say we leave a mark on the wall?” I pant out.

“Sounds a lot like a challenge.”

“You know how I feel about challenges.”

But I forget all about the table and challenges, because she grabs my hand and tugs me down to her again. I lean in close and kiss her. Of course I do.

“I’m close, Leonard,” she says.

“I want you to run your nails down my back when you come, Tiger,” I say in her ear. “Screw the wall, I want you to markme.”

She slides her hands up into my shirt, and as she clenches around me, she digs her nails into my back and scratches. The pleasure and the pain twine together, instantly shoving me over the edge with her. It’s a long one, and it echoes through me as I prop my elbows on the table on either side of us.

“Twelve,” she says in a husky, sexy-ass voice.

It takes me a second to figure out what she means, but then I start laughing.

She smooths a hand down my back, her touch gentle now. “Did I hurt you?”

“Yes, and it felt damn good.”

She laughs and then kisses my scruffy cheek, her lips soft. It hits me that it feels good to have her here, in my space. That’s not something I do. I’ve gone over to women’s apartments or hotel rooms. I’ve fucked them in semi-public locations. But I haven’t brought anyone to my place. It’s partly because of the dreams, and partly because if you let people enter your private space it becomes harder to keep them at a distance.

I don’t want her at a distance.

I also can’t let her get too close.

But when she asks, “Do you want to watchThe Sopranos?” My answer is immediate. Thoughtless.

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