Page 52 of Twice the Rivalry

“Then we’re at a draw, and I’m done fighting,” she told him huskily, her icy eyes holding his. “So you can either get naked and fuck me or you can get the hell out and I’ll finish what I started. Which is it going to be, Code?” She leaned forward, her mouth brushing his. “Are you going to fuck me so hard that I come screaming your name? Or are you going to walk away and leave knowing that a toy did the job you couldn’t?”

He barely considered it. “Fuck it,” he rasped, reaching down to push her hand away from him, then reaching back and yanking his shirt over his head, tossing it aside.

Glitch’s eyes flashed with triumph, and she went to work on his pants. Within seconds, he was naked, and they were rolling so that he had her pinned to the bed. The feel of her heated skin against his was enough to have him grinding himself into her center, making her moan and arch into him. “No more teasing,” she demanded. “Today’s been one long foreplay.”

On that he could agree, but he stopped when he realized something. “Damn it,” he groaned. “No condom.”

She huffed and shoved at his shoulder, making him roll off her, then she rolled to her side and reached over the edge of the bed. He immediately reached out and palmed her ass, before trailing his hand down between her legs and dipping his fingers in, pressing two of them back inside her. Her breath hitched, her body clamping down on them, even as she rolled back and tossed him a condom. “Suit up and fuck me, caveman,” she ordered.

He pulled his fingers away and rolled on the condom in record time. He had a moment’s thought about her having a condom so close and at the ready, but then it flitted away as he watched her lay back, spread her legs as wide as they could go, and put her hand over her pussy, rubbing at her clit slowly as she watched him. He watched her for a moment, until he couldn’t stand it anymore. He reached out, pulled her hand away, and moved between her legs, lining himself up to her entrance. Her eyes burned into his as he pressed himself inside, her body stretching to accommodate him.

She was hot and slick, her inner walls clamping down on him, and he had to drum up every ounce of self control to not go too hard or too fast and risk hurting her. He had never been more conscious of their size difference until now, and he hooked his arms under her knees, spreading her as wide as possible so he could get up on his knees and drive himself into her. She gasped, then moaned as he angled her to make sure that he hit all the right spots inside her.

He kept his pace steady her meeting him thrust for thrust, but it wasn’t enough. He loved the feel of her, but he wasn’t a slow and gentle guy most of the time, and he didn’t want to hurt her. Until she reared up, catching him off guard, and rolled them until she was on top, taking him even deeper inside her. They both groaned, and she looked down at him, eyes fierce and determined. “Since apparently you don’t know what ‘fuck me’ means, I guess I’m going to have to show you,” she bit out as she started to ride him, hard and fast.

He narrowed his eyes before grabbing her hips, lifting her off him, and tossing her to the bed before rolling and pulling her so that she was on her knees facing away from him. He put his hand on her back, forcing her chest onto the bed, before he lined himself up and thrust inside her in one hard stroke. She gave a small cry, and she thrust herself back onto him just as fiercely as he hammered himself into her. He put a hand on her hip, then curled forward, powering inside her, as his other hand moved around the front of her throat. He pulled her up to him, her back pressed to his front. “Now what was that about me not knowing how to fuck?” he purred in her ear, nipping at the lobe before moving down to her jaw and giving it another nip.

Glitch groaned, her arm coming back up and around his neck, her hand weaving its way into his hair, pulling the strands and making him growl at the sensation and move harder and faster inside her. “I don’t know,” she moaned. “I can barely feel anything with that tiny—” She let out a low cry as he tightened his grip on her throat, and powered as hard as he could inside her, determined to have her crying his name as she came.

She gasped and moaned with each thrust of his hips, her body shuddering as he rubbed over all the right spots inside her. He could feel his release building, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer, but he needed her there. Needed it with everything in him. So he tightened his grip on her throat and moved his other hand from her hip to her clit, rubbing it quickly. She cried out, her hand gripping his wrist, and he felt her inner walls start to flutter around him. “That’s it, kitten,” he rasped. “Give it to me. I want to feel you coming around me.”

“Fuck,” she moaned, moving frantically to meet his thrusts, her grip on his hair tightening painfully. Not that he cared. He only cared that she was close, and he wanted to push her over.

He put his mouth on her neck and bit down, and it was the final thing that she needed to go over the edge. “Code,” she gasped as her body shuddered and quaked with her release, and he was sure that he had never seen anything more beautiful. It was enough to send him hurtling over the edge into his own release, groaning her name.

Both of them sank slowly down to the bed, and he tried to catch his breath as he lay there, his face still buried in Glitch’s neck and his heart trying to pound out of his chest. What the hell had just happened? He wasn’t sure he could describe it. Not yet anyway. But he still had to take care of the condom, so he forced himself to lift himself away from her, pulling out of her and then heading into the bathroom to dispose of it.

When he came back out, she was laying on her back and she turned her head to look at him. Her expression was relaxed, but her eyes were shrewd. “This changes nothing,” she told him firmly.

“On that we can agree,” he said as he moved to pull on his pants, leaving them unbuttoned and grabbing his shirt. “And stop touching my equipment,” he added for good measure.

She glared at him. “You didn’t seem to mind me touching your equipment a few minutes ago. But since I doubt that’s what you mean, then the same goes for you. If you touch mine again, I’ll be in your bed, and it won’t be a pleasurable time.”

“Whatever you say, kitten,” he smirked. “If you find yourself realizing that you can’t sleep without me, you know where to find me.” Then he unlocked the door and left, heading back to his room.

When he got inside, he shut the door and leaned his head back against it, closing his eyes and biting back a groan. What the hell had he just done? Did he seriously just have sex with the one person he couldn’t stand, the one person he told himself he wouldn’t touch? And yet, he felt far more relaxed than he had in a while. Still, he refused to believe that was because of Glitch, and more because it had been a while since he’d gotten laid. As nice as it was to have the club whores around, it was starting to get boring fucking them.

He tossed his shirt and boxers to the floor, shucked his jeans, and climbed into bed. As he pulled his blankets up over him, he could still smell Glitch, and still taste her. His cock jerked in reaction, clearly not getting the message they were done with her. He scrubbed his hands over his face in frustration, then sighed and stared at the ceiling.

He was an idiot, he told himself. Why the hell had he even gone over there? He knew better. And if he was honest with himself, he knew what was going to happen. The last thing he needed was for her to be even more of a distraction. Because as much as he wanted to tell himself he could forget all about it, that was the fucking hottest sexual experience of his life, and a man didn’t forget shit like that. Ever. Especially not when he was going to have to be around her for most of his days, and in close quarters no less.

This was why he stayed away from women for the most part. They fucked with his head. He made this mistake once before, and he wasn’t about to make it again. The last time almost cost him everything, and while he knew Glitch wasn’t the same, it was still a sharp reminder that he couldn’t allow himself to be distracted. Sex was for scratching an itch - no feeling, emotions, or entanglements allowed.

He rolled to his side, shut his eyes, and tried to put Glitch out of his mind so he could get some sleep.

Of course, sleep was a long time coming, and even when it did, he was plagued with dreams of soft moans and cries, until finally he woke up, frustrated, hard, and aching, and headed for the shower. Fuck this, if he couldn’t sleep, he would get in some work. He took a brisk, ice cold shower, cooling some of the heat in his body but nowhere near as much as he wanted. He had half a mind to jerk off, but he already knew that wouldn’t help him. No, he needed to work, and put his mind on more important things. Like finding the Ghost team and getting Glitch out of his hair.

When he dressed and left his room, he glanced at her bedroom door, still shut tight, and scowled before turning away. He knew where every creaky board and step was, and easily avoided them as he made his way downstairs. He stopped short when he entered his office and saw that Glitch was not in fact in her bed, sleeping, but sitting in front of her computer, headset on, and already working. When she sensed him, she glanced over at him, arched a brow in question, and then went right back to what she was doing.

So much for getting some time alone to work, he thought to himself in annoyance. Still, he wasn’t about to let her run him out of his own office, so he just walked to his side and sat down, logging in.

They worked in silence for a good hour, the only sounds in the room the echo of the keys on their keyboards, or the occasional mouse click. Code focused on trying to use some of his old tricks and skills at finding back doors into information banks to try and find anyone on the Ghost team, or anyone that might have been in contact with them. It was a slow, tedious process, like looking for a needle in a haystack. These guys were damn good at what they did, and it seemed Slip had gotten very good at hiding his tracks.

Suddenly, Glitch let out a frustrated groan, and the sound of her flinging off her headset had him turning to look at her in surprise. She was glaring at the screen in front of her, but because of the angle, and her head in the way, he couldn’t make out what had her so upset. “Problem?” he asked her.

“This whole fucking thing is a waste of time,” she complained, running a hand through her hair. Hair that was still mussed and tousled, he noted, his cock twitching at the reminder of having his hands in it not too long ago. No, he scolded himself. He wasn’t about to let himself get distracted. “Searching for them like this is stupid and tedious. We need to come up with a better and faster way. Facial recognition and searches through law enforcement databases aren’t turning up anything, and it just means we’re chasing our tails instead of making any kind of progress.”

He had to agree with her. “So what do you propose we do?”

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