"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 h*ps 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 h*ps moving in a delicious little circle before he could stop himself.