“Nooo,” she objected. “You like challenges. I’m just being thoughtful.”
He barked a laugh. “You don’t like it rough? Oh, but I think you do.” His fingers sought between her legs, finding her telltale wetness. “What has you dripping and ready for me? You like that idea, of me forcing myself into your poor defenseless ass again?”
“No, please,” she gasped. He coaxed a finger into her pussy, and then a second, then circled a finger over her clit. She trembled, overwhelmed by the way he’d trained her body to react to him.
He knew all too well he was the boss of her when it came to things like this, and the further he pushed her into the submissive role, the more she craved it. He kept teasing her that eventually she’d call him Sir even without meaning to, and she was progressively less resistant to the idea. When he put her on her knees lately, it felt so very right.
“No, please, what?” he mocked. “You don’t want me to shove my cock into your tight little ass?”
Spreading her legs wider, she pushed back against him.
“Careful, little girl. You’re going to make me think you like being treated like this.”
“Cock,” she whined. “Please. I’ll be good.” A residual part of her was still embarrassed he could make her so mindless and needy, but her own baser instincts were completely obsessed with him. When it came to this kind of sex, dignity could go screw itself.
“Fuck,” he rumbled, more to himself than her. He withdrew his fingers, leaving her body empty and wanting, and then his cock was sliding up against her pussy, teasing, but not penetrating.
“Now, please!” The head of his cock kept slipping over her clit, but not hard enough to get her off, even though she was so fucking close to orgasm she could taste it.
“What?” He kept tormenting her, rubbing against her while keeping her pinned to the car with his big hand spanning her lower back. The way he controlled her body made her feel like his pathetic little toy, and she loved every second of it. “You want to go home now? Should I take you back to your apartment and drop you off?” He chuckled evilly.
She meant to make some joke about her roommate, Mariella, helping her work off some frustration, but she knew better than to make him jealous when he was like this. The last time he’d covered her body in hickeys and bite marks, and although it had been fun, Luke and Atlas had teased her mercilessly. Besides, it would’ve distracted him from what she really wanted.
“No, Fox.” She moaned. “Quit teasing. Don’t you want to be inside me? I need you.”
“If you’re not more specific, I’ll use your mouth and leave you like this.”
She hated that she loved that idea. He was twisting her poor mind.
A sob of frustration escaped her, and he thrust into her with a sudden violence that stole her breath. Her body stretched to accommodate him, and she reveled in the rough way he used her. Hell, she was addicted to it. Slow was awesome, too, but his ferocity was awe-inspiring. Fox didn’t do things by half measures anymore—if he’d been alpha before, since he’d been shot he’d become even more intense. Like the threat of death had made him want to ride life even harder.
Caught between him and the car, she couldn’t do more than accept his rough use. His fingers sought out her clit and pinched it, making her gasp and tense, forcing her body even closer to an explosive orgasm. His every thrust connected with her G-spot, and the overwhelming sensation made her eyes roll back. Her cries of pleasure were loud in her ears, over the howls of the wind, and when he rubbed a thumb over her anus she screeched, her body clamping down on his and freezing in place for a long, unbearable, thrilling moment until the orgasm broke over her in jarring, rippling waves. She closed her eyes against the pleasure that overtook her, that he forced her body to accept.
He covered her body with his again, biting down on the spot between shoulder and neck, and fucking her hard, crushing her into the side of the car until his hips lost rhythm and he buried a hand in her hair, as though afraid she’d escape before he could fill her with come. Through the haze of her pleasure she could feel his cock jerk deep inside her, marking her as his own.
When he was spent, his hot breath stirring the hair at her nape, she lay under him, shuddering with the aftershocks of her orgasm, feeling quiet settle over her like a warm, calming blanket. As much as Fox excited her, he made her feel safe. With him, she got the best of both.
Cradl
ed beneath him, she felt as though he was her armor against the harsh world. They’d only known each other what? Six months? But now that they were together all day, almost every day, she couldn’t imagine going back to life without him. Although Marcel may not be a problem again, the danger of their work sometimes made her worry that they wouldn’t have a long life together. Then again, maybe it was better to live fast and hard while they were still young.
He freed her arms from the confines of his belt. Pins and needles invaded, but nothing worse than when her foot fell asleep. While she flexed her arms, he sucked the spot between her shoulder and neck, where it still stung from his earlier bite.
“Ugh,” she grunted. “What are you doing?”
“Marking you as mine.”
She tsked in mock annoyance. “You do realize that to see the mark, someone would have to see me partially naked.”
“Hmm . . . good point.” He tensed over her, fiddling with something, and for a moment she thought he’d start fucking her again. The man was insatiable. He kept her sore, more often than not, and she loved it. The way he watched her, even when she was lazing around in track pants at his place, made her feel beautiful.
His hand slammed down on the hood of the car, startling her.
“What was that for?”
“I thought of a better way to mark you. It’s a little more conventional, though, so I don’t know if you’ll like it.”
Confused, she watched as he lifted his hand away. A ring glittered—it was hard to see in the low light, but it was definitely a ring. Not a dainty one, either, with the size of the rock in it.