The Havoc We Wreak - Becca Steele Page 0,58
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Ten minutes later, the sauce was cooking and Winter was carefully tipping the spaghetti into the pan. I had around ten more minutes until the pasta would be cooked and the food was ready, and I needed to up my game.
I waited until she’d finished with the pasta, then stalked over to her, spinning her around and lifting her up, walking us over to the wall at the side of the oven. She held on to me tightly as I pressed her into the wall, her body all soft and hot against mine.
This girl. “You want me inside you, don’t you?” I swallowed thickly, my dick throbbing as she ground her pussy into me, desperate for the friction.
“Ye—no.” She moaned the word, her head falling forwards. She scraped her teeth across my shoulder, her nails digging into my skin as she moved against me.
“No?” Fuck. This was more difficult than I thought. I pulled her into a frantic kiss, and she ground on me, her grip on my back tightening as she returned my kiss, moaning into my mouth.
“No, no, no.” She was moaning the words desperately. “I…” She took my lip between her teeth, biting down, and I growled low in my throat. Releasing my lip, she managed to get the rest of the words out. “Not…losing.”
I did the hardest fucking thing I’d ever done in my life. I lowered her to the floor, then let her go. “Too bad,” I said hoarsely. “I’m not giving in.”
“Neither am I,” she panted. “This is so fucking hard. Why are you torturing us both like this?”
“Fuck knows. Seemed like a good idea at the time.” I shrugged, and her lips curved into a smile, before she winked at me.
“You’re gonna lose, Cade.”
“Someone’s confident.”
Unfortunately, she somehow managed to resist me. Both of us had taken a step back, neither wanting to lose the bet, and I think we both knew how close we were to just saying “fuck it” and giving in.
Damn it. Why did I make this fucking stupid bet? Oh yeah, to try and keep both our minds off tomorrow.
I sat down at the kitchen table, resting my elbows on the smooth wood as I admired my girl plating up our food. She carried the steaming bowls of spaghetti over, the smell of the rich tomato sauce making my stomach growl.
“Parmesan?” She leaned around me, purposely brushing her tits against my arm, and grated the cheese onto my food. I had to clench my fists to stop myself from touching her.
“I’ve decided you’re sitting on me to eat.” My dick was begging to be inside her, and it would be fucking torture having her on my lap, but it might just get her to give in.
“You’ve decided, have you?” Her voice was a sultry purr. I moved back to allow her to slide onto my lap, and we both gasped as her ass pressed into my cock.
“Hang on a minute, baby.” I shuffled her around, adjusting my dick, and she gave a soft moan of approval.
“I’m going to sit on you sideways,” she decided, her voice hoarse, swinging her legs around. Guess she couldn’t handle the feel of my dick against her pussy. I smiled to myself.
“Whatever you want.” Resting my arm around her waist, I scooped up some of the spaghetti and sauce, twirling it around on my fork.
“One-handed, and you didn’t even spill any,” she said, as I brought the fork to her lips.
“I can do a lot of things with one hand.”
“I know.” She opened her mouth, allowing me to slide the fork inside. While she was eating, I took the chance to grab a mouthful of my own food.
“Feeding me, making me sit on you…” She tilted her head, looking at me. “Is this all part of the plan to make me give in?”
I didn’t answer, because I was distracted by the sauce on the side of her lip. I brought my thumb up to wipe it away, and she opened her mouth, taking my thumb into it and sucking it.
“Fucking hell,” I ground out.
She released my thumb, and pressed her lips to mine. “Do you give in?”
“No. Eat your food, Snowflake.”
For a couple of minutes we were both quiet as we ate, until I moved my hand from her waist and down between her legs. She let out a soft gasp, as I stroked my finger down over her silky shorts, feeling how soaked she was for me. I hadn’t expected her to hold out