Suddenly, I have a cramp in my tummy. Truth? What truth? There are so many.
Will it be so bad if I just snap his neck or something? I mean, one less irritating douchebag on earth won’t be so bad will it? I take a deep breath and hold it for a few seconds before releasing it. I’m not going to get all uptight over that loser.
Her phone rings. It’s Kiara.
“Hi, girl,” I answer.
“Damion?” she asks as if surprised. Who else?
“Mel is in the bathroom.” Not sure why I’m explaining anything.
“Oh,” she goes quiet for a second, “Well, I just wanted to inform you that the boys are planning to crash your pad. Apparently, Jackson NEEDS to go riding.” Not sure why he’s so uptight lately, but it suits me. Last night stripped me of all control. I need to get a little of it back.
“You have roughly an hour or so.” Great. It leaves enough time for a quickie, a shower, and a coffee.
“Thanks for the heads up. Maybe we should make it an outing. Bring food for a picnic at the waterfall.” I think Mel might appreciate that.
“Sounds like a plan. See you in sixty,” she says.
The next moment Mel walks out of the bathroom, dressed in only my team jacket. Yum … I’ve never seen anything sexier.
I drop the phone on the bed without saying goodbye.
In one second flat, I’m sitting with a boner so hard it lifts the sheet. It’s as if she’s manipulating my dick even though I know she’s patronizing me. But I like it, no, I love it. Voodoo-fucking-witch!
“Oh, you’re up,” she says.
“Yeah,” I say, as I grab her and pull her over me … so she can feel exactly how UP I am. Her eyes jolt to mine. Yeah, you know it, baby.
Everything is hard. And I’m feeling hot and bothered, too. She dishes me a knowing smile that stretches from ear to ear and moves to those blue eyes.
She leans forward, her tits spill from the jacket, right in my face. If I lift my head slightly I can suck a puckered nipple into my mouth. And at just the thought a wave of desire swamps over me.
“So is this the point where you suspect me to start begging?” I tease, remembering her words last night. She squirms to find a better position, her lady parts on my hard crotch, only the thin material of the sheet between us. My chopper fills to the max.
“Oh, I haven’t even started.” Just the sound of her husky voice in my ear makes me want to beg already. Shit.
She sits up straight, and the sight of those hard nipples peeking from beneath my open jacket nearly drives me over the edge. I can literally feel my control slipping. But let’s see how long I can take her torment.
I slide my hands underneath my head … to keep myself from grabbing her … and place a brave seductive grin on my face to throw her off her game.
She slides her hands down my chest, over my abs, and then underneath the sheet, cupping me.
“Uh,” I growl as my grin quickly fades. Fuck.
She grabs my throbbing organ in her small hand and sweetly abuses it, taking control.
That’s it. Enough.
“Mel, if you keep that up I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk.” She stills for a moment, her face slightly shocked. But then the playful lights in her eyes return.
“You have to beg … nicely.”
“I don’t beg.”
“Never?” She squeezes tight around my shaft and I hiss.
“Never.” But I might start now. I look at her cradling me, lust and need thickening my blood.
Fuck, I badly want to be buried deep in her.
“Well, there’s always a first time for everything, Mr. Grimm.” I swallow hard.
She removes her hand and flips the sheet to showcase my stiff fat plonker, pointing right into the air, begging for more attention. Traitor.
She licks her lips and her cheeks flush with want, her pupils enlarged. She wants me.
And I definitely want her. Badly.
I sit up and take hold of her hips, tugging her against my rock-hard erection. She looks at me – wide-eyed, waiting, wanting.
“This is your game, angel.” And I might get addicted to it. My pulsating cock disagrees. He’s never been patient. He wants in. NOW.
I try to ignore his plea and focus on her.
She pulls me to her mouth, her hands in my hair. Lust completely consumes me and I devour her. There is no other word for it. She makes a soft noise in the back of her throat as she desperately clutches my shoulders.
It’s arousing.
Shifting I kiss her jaw, her throat, her shoulder, moving to the swell of her breast. I suck that teasing nipple into my mouth and roll it between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. Gasping, she arches her back, pushing her tits into my face. I nip the teat with my teeth and her breath catches.
She lifts herself and I reluctantly let go of her nipple.
“Fuck!” Suddenly her warm wet pussy slides down around me. She smiles as if she’s won a prize, but does not move. I need her to move so I put my hands against her hips.
“No,” she resists when I try to lift her up. “Beg.” Fuck.
She takes my ear in her mouth and sucks. Hard. I make a desperate sound I’ve never made before. The desire in me passes untenable, stronger than anything I’ve ever felt before. She lifts slowly, oh so fucking slow, the minx. Her mouth moans in my ear. She stops with only the tip of my penis still in her. Another winning smile. She’s playing with me.