it, and now I can get on the bed with almost no issues. I try to bend down and pull my pants off, but like always, they get stuck near my ankles.
“Fucking shit.” I look up, closing my eyes as I hear Cara finally getting Wesley to sleep. Finally.
A few minutes later, I hear her padding down the hall. Irritation can even be heard in her steps. When she walks into the bedroom, she barely passes me a glance.
“Cara.”
No response.
“Cara.” I say again, this time with a threatening edge in my tone.
She looks up at me, slamming her hands on her hips and lashing out a, “What?”
“Drop the fucking attitude.”
She rolls her eyes, going back to grabbing some clothes. She’s probably going to take a shower, but no way in hell am I letting her walk away acting like a bitch.
“Come here.”
“No. I want to take a shower.”
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware you had a choice.” My lip curls around my teeth at her attitude. If I could walk, her back would’ve already been on the floor and my cock would be making her shut the hell up.
She looks up at me with fire in her eyes. “Can’t I be in a bad mood? I’m just fucking tired, don’t be a damn dick.”
“Then do what you’re told and come here.”
She gets up, dropping her clothes to the ground and walking over to me. “I wasn’t aware this was a submissive relationship.”
“It’s not, but I can sure make it one if you’d like.”
“Um, no.” She laughs. “What did you want? I really want to go take a shower; I stink.” She frowns as she crosses her arms across her chest.
“Can you help me? My pants got stuck.” I point to my ankles, and her attitudes falls a little when she looks down at my feet. She reaches down and pulls my sweats off my ankles one at a time, leaving me in my boxers. Just when she’s about to get up and walk back towards her pile of clothes, I snap my hand out and wrap it around her wrist, giving her a quick yank. She trips forward, falling on top of me and landing across my stomach. A pull her up so she sits on my lap, legs on each side of me.
“Ugh, Jackson, come on. I want to go shower.” She whines.
I push myself so I’m sitting up better. With a hand, I brush her hair over her shoulder and wrap my hand around the back of her neck. I pull her towards me, leaving just a millimeter’s width between our lips. “You sure have a smart mouth this evening.”
She tries to get out of my hold. “Yeah, so let me go shower and cool the hell off.”
“Or, maybe I could fuck the bitchy attitude right out of you with my fingers.” I murmur, trailing my finger down her front to her nipple, giving it a little pinch. Her eyes darken with irritation and lust. The mixture makes me fucking ravenous for her.
“I’m not in the mood.” She whines.
“Hmmm. Your eyes speak differently, my little liar.” My hand keeps traveling south, landing at the apex between her thighs. I cup her, giving a little squeeze and feeling the heat reach my fingers.
Yeah, not in the mood my ass.
“If you try something, Jackson, I swear to God I’ll bite you so hard you fucking bleed.”
I laugh lowly in her ear. “Yeah, baby, that shit’ll only make me hotter.” I sink my teeth into the space between her neck and shoulders, loving her salty taste. It’s when my teeth crack through the skin and I taste the blood that I let out my grunt of desire.
She whimpers, and I smile as I swipe my tongue along my teeth. I’m sure they’re tinged pink with her DNA. I’d be hard as a rock right now if my cock had any feeling.
“You’re so bad, Jackson. I’m going to have a mark there for like a week.” She wipes at her neck. Her resistance and irritation is a weak voice at this point, and I know she’s seconds from caving.
When she goes to get off me, my hand swipes between her legs. My fingers find access between her thighs, my pointer slithering underneath her wet panties to her drenched folds.
“Ah, ah, ah. Looks like pain gets you off too, baby.”
“Maybe I just enjoy pissing you off.”
“Then maybe you’re just permanently wet, Cara, because you piss me off all the fucking time.”