Page 51 of Twice the Rivalry

“At least he doesn’t talk,” she taunted, holding his gaze as she slid the vibrator back to her clit, deliberately moving it slowly so he wouldn’t miss what she was doing. She pressed it over her clit, letting out a sensual moan and arching her hips into the delicious sensation as it made her body quiver. “He knows exactly how to get me off without any direction,” she gasped out, still holding his gaze, “and he won’t leave me hanging afterward. Can’t say the same for you, can I, caveman? Or are you here to learn how to actually please a woman? Need some lessons?”

His eyes flashed and he moved quickly to kneel on the bed, stopping her wrist when she tried to move the vibrator down to her entrance. She gave a small cry, because he put more pressure on her wrist, pressing the vibrator tighter to her clit and sending shockwaves of pleasure through her system. He gave her a smug smile and asked, “I don’t know, do I?” His eyes stayed firmly on hers as he kept the pressure on her, but forced her hand to move just a little faster, making her hiss and her body arch into it again, even as her orgasm rose faster and faster inside her. Though she wasn’t entirely sure if that was because of the vibrator or because Code was watching her with such unadulterated desire. It was a heady sensation.

“Fuck,” she hissed, unable to do anything other than arch and move her hips against the device as it pushed her closer and closer to the edge. Suddenly Code pulled her hand back, and in her shock, she let the device go, which he instantly scooped up from the bed. She stared at him in disbelief, her entire body reeling from the loss of sensation. But of course, that disbelief was quickly replaced by anger. “Asshole,” she spit at him.

He gave a low chuckle, and the sound was like a live wire to her senses, a shiver working its way through her. “Oh no, you’re not going to come that easy,” he told her, moving so that he was sliding over top of her, his body pressing down onto hers.

“Where the hell do you get off thinking you can tell me how to get myself off?” she demanded furiously. “I didn’t invite you to touch me or to join my little pleasure party. So get the hell out.” She stilled when his hand came up to collar her throat. Oh shit, she thought to herself as more arousal flooded her system.

“I think you’ve done enough ordering around today,” he told her silkily, adjusting himself off slightly to the side, still hovering over her, but not before he pressed the vibrator back to her clit once again, changing the setting with a quick press of his thumb to dull the vibration. “And now, I’m going to make good on my earlier promise. I’m going to make you beg before I let you come.”

“Never,” she gritted out, but her body was already straining toward the sensation he had given her before by arching into the vibrator.

He pulled it away instantly, making her snarl and hiss at him. He gave her an arrogant smile and promised, “You will beg, Glitch. Because unlike you, I have an infinite amount of patience, and I have all night.” Then he put the vibrator back to her clit and turned it up full blast, making her cry out, but he silenced her with his mouth on hers.

She moaned into his kiss as her orgasm rose once again, and her body shuddered with the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. It was carnal and glorious, and she never wanted it to end. Unconsciously, she found her hand moving to grip the one he had around her throat, her nails digging into his skin, her cries and moans pouring down his throat as he kissed her passionately. Then he pulled the vibrator away, and she groaned at the loss.

Code pulled his mouth from hers, and he rasped, “Give me what I want and I’ll let you come. Beg me, Glitch, and I’ll make you feel so good.” He moved the vibrator down to her entrance and rimmed it around for added effect.

Her body tried to clamp down on it, tried to draw it in, but he held steady, refusing to let her gain even a little bit of the friction she needed. “Fuck you, caveman,” she told him instead, yanking her hand away from the one at her throat.

“Fuck me, huh?” he crooned. Then he moved his leg so he pinned her right one, pressing on it so that it widened her for him, and gave him the room to press the vibrator against her entrance, moving it inside her just enough to have her arching into him and moaning low in her throat. He moved his mouth down to her ear as he started to slowly, oh so slowly, work the silicone toy inside of her, and murmured, “Is this what you want, baby? Fill you up with this toy, let it hit all those spots inside you until you finally get to come?”

“Code,” she groaned, her hand clutching at his back, which was the closest part she could reach, her nails scoring at him through his shirt. The toy stretched her, and the vibrations were driving her crazy.

“That’s right, say my name,” he rasped, pulling the vibrator back enough that it was almost out of her before thrusting it back inside her quickly, making her cry out. He put his mouth over hers when she whimpered, and he gave a low groan as he started to thrust the toy in and out of her, pushing her closer and closer and closer to that peak. He yanked his mouth from hers, staring down into her eyes. “That feels so good, doesn’t it, kitten? Fuck you’re so wet I can hear it,” he groaned, moving the vibrator even faster and harder inside her. Her inner walls trembled as her release neared, clamping down on the toy, but she didn’t move her eyes from him.

“Code,” she gasped, her body straining and shuddering with the strength of the orgasm building inside her. It was all consuming, but she still wasn’t quite there. Oh, so close. His face was flushed as he stared down at her, but then he pulled the vibrator out of her completely, making her cry out in shock. Shock, though, was quickly replaced by anger, and outrage. “Fucker,” she snarled.

He ignored her as he turned the vibrator off and tossed it aside. “Fuck it,” he snarled, and before she could figure out what the hell he was doing, he was moving, pressing her legs as wide apart as they could go, and his mouth was between her legs.

CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX

CODE

He had clearly lost his mind, but he didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was he needed to taste her. He wanted to hear her beg him to let her come, not because of some toy, but because of him. And just like he thought, the taste of her was his undoing. She was heat and spice, and so wet that it drenched his face. She gave a sharp cry when he latched onto her clit, sucking and licking, as she thrust her pussy into his mouth.

Glitch was far from shy, and he preferred it. Her hands came down to his hair, and angled his head so he was right where she wanted. Not that he was going to let her run this show. He still had every intention of making her beg, and it would make her surrender so much sweeter.

He pulled his mouth away when he felt the tremors start in her thighs, lifting his eyes to look back at her desperate, angry face. Despite knowing she was probably plotting ways to kill him for denying her yet again, he gave her a slow, smug grin as he leaned forward and pressed his tongue lightly to her clit before pulling away when she pulled in a sharp breath. “Ready to beg yet, kitten?” he asked her when he pulled away, turning his head to nip at the skin of her inner thigh. He was rewarded with a gasp and her heels digging into his back.

“Never,” she said again. “But I might suffocate you if you don’t stop teasing me,” she threatened, squeezing her thighs on his head.

He chuckled. He should be annoyed that she wasn’t giving in, but damn, he loved a challenge. And Glitch was turning into the biggest one of all. “Here I was thinking you loved edging, after your conversation the other day,” he taunted. “Just say the words, and I’ll stop. I’ll make you feel so good.” He moved his hand so he could thrust two fingers inside her, making her drag in a sharp breath, and her inner muscles clamp down hard.

Fuck, he was so hard that he wasn’t sure how he was going to stand it for much longer. His cock was pressing hard against his zipper, and he wouldn’t be surprised if it was permanently bruised. But he didn’t give a damn, because the only thing he could focus on was the woman currently squeezing the hell out of his fingers, and the panting gasps that came from her lips.

“Taz is the one into edging, not me,” she gritted out, trying to arch herself into him, to drive him in deeper, but he quickly put an arm over her hips to keep her still as he slowly started to thrust in and out of her, shallowly, never letting her get close enough to release. “Fuck, Code, you better let me come or—”

“Uh uh,” he tsked, cutting her off by pulling his fingers out of her.

Apparently that was the last straw for her, because the next thing he knew, she was bucking his arm off and sliding back and away from him. He blinked, shocked at the quick move, but then he realized he shouldn’t have been surprised. She scrambled back, but he was moving quickly, tackling her back down to the bed. She let out a snarl, and the next thing he knew, they were tumbling over the bed, both of them trying to pin the other.

It was utterly ridiculous, and hot as hell. Especially because the entire time, she was rubbing herself on him, trying to get the friction she needed to come, but being denied. She looked wild and crazed, and the lust pounding through him was almost suffocating. He wasn’t going to last much longer, and he knew it, but he was determined to have her beg him, one way or another.

The next time he got her pinned down, he tried to grab her wrists to pin them above her head, but she managed to sneak one down between them, and he froze the moment her hand cupped him through his jeans. “Mmm,” she purred in his ear. “Someone is enjoying this. Maybe I should be makingyoubeg, huh, caveman? I wonder what you would do if I squeezed just a little harder?” She followed up by doing just that, and he let out a low half groan, half snarl at the pleasure and pain that coursed through him. “Ready to beg yet, caveman?”

He would have laughed at her trying to throw his words back in his face, but he was too focused on the fact that he was about to come in his pants any second if he didn’t make her release him. “Never,” he bit out, which made her chuckle.

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