“Do not come, Lexi.”
Oh, you motherf—…frack you!
I’m so close I can taste it. Barely above a whisper, I chant, “Please, please, please.”
With one final swipe of his tongue, he stands. And I want to kick him for teasing me. So I do.
I kick out at his hip, and when my foot taps him, he looks down at his hip with a frown, then back up at me. And suddenly, my annoyance is replaced with concern. All I can think is, “Oh damn. I’m in trouble.”
With a growl, he throws himself onto me and I squeal. His arms wrap around me and he flips us so I’m on top of him. I want to cry. I know he has anger issues and I provoked him. What the hell is wrong with me? My heart races. I’m petrified. Then I feel something that makes me go from worried to mad in one second flat.
“What are you laughing at?” I ask defiantly.
Straddling his lap, I push on his chest and he laughs harder. “It’s not funny, Twitch! I could’ve hurt you!”
His laughter borderlines hysterical. Crossing my arms over my chest, I glare at him and wait til he gets his laughter under control. When he breathes deeply and smiles up at me, my anger melts away. Pushing my hair behind my ear, he says, “Today was a bad day. So I come here to unwind, spend some time with my mouth on you, wanting your mouth on me. I didn’t come here expecting to laugh like that. I haven’t laughed like that since I was a teenager. And most of that type of laughter when I was a teen was because I was high as a fucking kite.”
That makes me sad.
When he eyes my gloomy face, he smiles harder, “Fuckin’ funny.”
His eyes darken suddenly, and he sits up so we’re chest-to-chest. “Don’t think I forgot about your temper tantrum.” Wrapping one arm around my back, his free hand slides down to my bare ass and squeezes hard enough to make me wince. Starting at my neck, he kisses a trail up my jaw, to my cheek, then finally at the corner of my lips. “Kiss me, Angel.”
My breathing heavy, my eyes hooded, I answer on a hoarse whisper, “Okay, baby.”
Brushing his lips over mine, I tilt my head slightly and lean into him. The kiss is slow but deep, and when his lips close over mine, I realize he’s actually kissing me back this time. His hand kneading my ass, I fall into a dream-like state. A dream-like state that doesn’t last long.
Thwack!
Crying out into his mouth, he kisses me harder as my ass cheek goes numb a second before it throbs.
Thwack!
Whimpering, my face contorts in pain. His hand caresses the throbbing area, and suddenly my brain interrupts the pain broadcast, thinking, “Whoa. Is that meant to feel nice?”
Thwack
Harder than the first two, I pull away from his mouth, and tilting my head back, I cry out. My eyes widen a moment. Wetness forms between my legs.
Thwack!
My mouth forms an O in a silent scream. Our eyes meet, neither of us giving anything away. His hand runs over the sore, hot flesh before trailing low, lower to touch the puckered flesh. I tense. His fingers linger there a moment before he uses a fingertip to test the state of my arousal.
My cheeks heat. The ones on my face.
Normal people don’t get off on stuff like this.
Twitch runs his fingertip up and down my wet and warm flesh. His eyes flash a moment, then darken, and he shuts them on a groan, “You need to sit on my cock.”
Rolling us both to the side, he sets me down a moment before frantically undoing his belt and removing his slacks, shirt, and suspenders in record time. Standing in front of me, he strokes his thick, long cock; the silver balls twinkle in the subdued light. Lying next to me, he continues to stroke his cock. Turning, he mutters, “Ride me.”
He doesn’t need to ask me a second time. Climbing on all fours, I put one leg over and mount him. We’re both ready. There’s no need to waste time. Reaching behind me, I hold his cock up, line him up with my entrance and slowly sit, allowing the head of him into me.
Giving myself a moment to adjust, I place both hands on his chest, looking down at him as he grips my hips. He watches me through lust-hooded eyes. And suddenly, an unexpected wave of emotion passes through me. Reaching up, I stroke the inked thirteen on the apple of his cheek. I feel scarred flesh under the tattoo.
You wouldn’t guess that thirteen is hiding a scar just from looking.
Shaking my head and closing my eyes, I pull my hand away. A tight grip on my wrist stops me, bringing my hand back to his cheek. He leans into my touch, almost like a cat. Turning his head, he kisses the inside of my wrist. And my throat clogs.
Do not fall in love with him!
Yeah. That would be all sorts of fucked up.
Needing the distraction from this heavy moment, I seat myself further down onto him, further still, until my ass meets his crotch. Feeling full and hot, my eyes flutter. He feels amazing.
Looking up at him, his brow furrows in what looks to be confusion.
Reaching up, he joins my hands with his, linking our fingers, and rests the backs of his hands on the bed by his head.
This is becoming too much. My throat thickens to the point where I can’t swallow.
He’s giving me control.
A hoarse whisper escapes me, “Don’t play games with me.”
Rather than answering me, he leans his face up and my chest aches. Leaning down, my lips connect with his in a sweet and gentle kiss. Against my lips, he mumbles, “Perfect.”
Shit. This is intense.
Deepening our kiss, I begin a rocking motion and swallow his deep groan. Slow and steady, up and down, he allows me complete control over what’s happening here. We rock together, kissing, touching, connecting in a way I never thought possible with a man like him. Pulling back slightly, I kiss his lips softly. Pressing whispers of kisses all over his face. His cheeks, his eyes, his nose, then finally back to his soft full lips, all the while grinding deeply onto him.
Lifting myself to a sitting position, I gasp as I find the spot. You know? That spot.
His eyes trained on me, he watches me come closer and closer to my release. I tighten around him and I’m there. My spine tingles; closing my eyes, white spots flash before me as I moan. Suddenly, my eyes snap open and I look down at him, holding back my release. His mouth parted, he nods, giving me what I need.
Permission.
My heart races. Tilting my head back, I moan long and low as the first contraction grips him tightly. Letting go of me, his hands span my hips. He holds me firmly, thrusting up into me. My core clenches around him and ecstasy flows through me.
The very last of my contractions subsides. I feel his cock swell inside of me. Pulling my hips down hard, my eyes meet his as he silently goes through his release, stomach clenching, never taking his soft brown eyes off mine.
Panting fills my room. Neither one of us makes an effort to disconnect. The thought of not having him inside of me right now makes my stomach dip in anxiety. As if he senses this, he rolls us over so I lie on my back. Never leaving my body, he rests his forehead in the crook of my neck, kissing my collarbone, and my body relaxes completely.
Wrapping my arms around him, I grip the back of his neck with one hand, the other stroking his hair. My arms wrap around Twitch, and his unconsciously squeeze me tightly.
I could do this forever.
That was my last thought before I fell asleep.
Making my way into work, I feel the eyes of people beaming at me like lasers, clearly confused at the obvious spring in my step.