skirt and pushed it off, then whipped my tank top over my head and threw it on the opposite bench.
My bra followed.
When I straddled him, Gideon caught my hips and looked up at me.
"Are you wet?" "Yes."
"It turns you on to suck my cock."
My nipples hardened further.
The blunt, crude way he talked about sex turned me on, too.
"Always."
"Why did you kiss him?" The abrupt change in topic knocked me askew.
My lower lip trembled.
"I don't know."
He released me, reaching up and over his shoulders with both hands to grip the sides of the headrest.
His biceps bulged with the pose.
I was aroused by the sight, as I was by everything about him.
I wanted to see his bare chest glistening with sweat, his abs tightening and flexing as he pumped his cock into me.
I licked my lips, tasting him.
"Take your shirt off."
His gaze narrowed.
"This isn't for you."
I stilled, my heart racing in my chest.
He was using sex against me.
In the limo where we'd first made love, in the same position I'd first taken him .
"You're punishing me."
"You've earned it."
It didn't matter that he was right.
If I'd earned it, so had he.
I gripped the top of the seat back for balance and wrapped the fingers of my other hand around his cock.
He was still hard, still throbbing.
A muscle in his neck twitched as I stroked him in my fist, priming him.
I placed the wide crest between the lips of my cleft, rubbing him back and forth, coating him with the slickness of my desire.
My gaze never left his.
I watched him as I teased us both, looking for any sign of the passionate lover I adored.
He wasn't there.
A furious stranger glared back at me, daring me, taunting me with his detachment.
I let the first thick inch push inside me, spreading me open.
Then I slammed my hips down, crying out as he pierced me deep and stretched me almost unbearably.
"Jesus.
Fuck," he bit out, shuddering.
"Goddamn it."
His uncontrolled outburst spurred me.
Digging my knees into the seat, I set my hands on either side of his and lifted, pulling off him, my trembling sex clinging tightly.
I pushed back down, the glide easier now that he was wet from me.
When my buttocks hit his thighs I found his muscles hard as stone, his body giving away the lie - he wasn't indifferent.
I lifted again, slowly, making us both feel every nuance of the delicious friction.
When I pushed back down, I tried to be as stoic as he was, but the sensation of fullness, the heated connection, was too exquisite to contain.
I moaned, and he shifted restlessly, his hips moving in a delicious little circle before he could stop himself.
"You feel so good," I whispered, stroking his raging cock with my eager, aching sex.
Sliding up and down.
"You're all I need, Gideon.
All I want.
You were made for me."
"You forgot that," he bit out, his knuckles white from his grip on the seat back.
I wondered if he was just holding on or physically restraining himself from reaching for me.
"Never.
I could never forget.
You're a part of me."
"Tell me why you kissed him."
"I don't know."
I rested my damp forehead against his, feeling the tears burning behind my eyes.
"God, Gideon.
I swear I don't know."
"Then shut up and make me come."
If he'd slapped my face, it couldn't have shocked me more.
I straightened and leaned away from him.
"Fuck you."
"Now you're getting the idea."
Hot tears slid down my face.
"Don't treat me like a whore."
"Eva."
His voice was low and raspy, filled with warning, but his eyes were dark and desolate.
Filled with pain that matched my own.
"You want to stop, you know what to say."
Crossfire.
With one word I could unmistakably, irrefutably put an end to this agony.
But I couldn't use it now.
Just the fact that he brought up my safe word told me he was testing me.
Pushing me.
He had an agenda, and if I gave up now, I'd never know what it was.Reaching behind me, I set my hands on his knees.
I arched my back and dragged my soaked sex along the rigid length of his cock, then slammed back down.
I adjusted the angle, lifted and fell again, gasping at the feel of him.
Mad as hell or not, my body worshipped his.
Loved the feel of him, the sense of rightness that was there despite the anger and hurt.
His breath was powering out of his lungs with every plunge of my hips.
His body was hot, so hot, radiating heat like a blast furnace.
I pumped my hips.
Up.
Down.
Taking the pleasure he refused to give me.
My thighs, buttocks, stomach, and core tightened with every lift,
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