He’s not laughing now.
He’s not teasing or taunting.
He’s claiming.
His hands tangle in my wet hair, cupping each side of my head as he slants his lips over mine, his tongue plunging into my mouth. I grab on to his forearms to steady myself, feeling the corded muscles flex under my touch, and we stumble through the shallow water aimlessly as we keep kissing like we’ll never stop.
The slippery, muddy lake bed shifts under my feet as Malix walks me backward, and then hard, rough stone meets my back. A large boulder juts up from the water, and he pins me against it as his hands leave my hair to drift over my body.
He captures one of my nipples between his thumb and finger, and I hiss when he pinches and twists it lightly.
“Fuck, kitty cat,” he groans. “Make that sound again.”
“Don’t call me kitty cat,” I shoot back hoarsely, nipping at his lower lip.
He grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my head back, dropping his own head to attack my neck with sucking kisses.
“You like it,” he mutters against my skin.
“No, I don’t.”
“You like me.”
“No. I don’t.”
He chuckles and licks at my pulse like he’s tasting my lie. I don’t want him to say anything else, so I grab a fistful of his hair and yank his mouth back up to mine. It’s easier to shut off the voice screaming warnings in my head if I pretend this is just about sex, just about the inescapable chemistry that sparks between us.
Malix grunts into my mouth, his cock pressing against my stomach as he grinds against me. His wet hands slide down the curve of my waist and over my hips, and he palms my ass as he lifts me in his arms. With my back still pressed to the rock behind me, I wrap my legs around him, and now the base of his cock is pressed right up against my pussy in a way that makes me shudder.
Fuck. This is so much like it was in my imagination that night, but somehow a thousand times more intense. I roll my hips, working myself shamelessly against his shaft, and Malix lets out a muffled growl.
I’m already soaked for him, and we’re so close—it would take so little effort for him to slip inside me, to drive himself in to the hilt. But some part of both of us clearly remembers that’s a bad idea, because I can feel him holding back just like I am.
His cock slides through my folds, and my mouth drops open on a whispered curse. He’s not inside me, but it’s close enough to the real thing to send heat surging through my veins. I hook my ankles together behind him, resting
them on the swell of his muscular ass and using my thigh muscles to help me move against him.
“I never told you what I was thinking about, that night at Erik’s house,” he murmurs roughly. “Don’t you want to know?”
“No.”
He chuckles, but that sounds like a growl too.
“I was imagining what you’d feel like. How tight and wet your pussy would feel wrapped around my cock. I was thinking about what I’d do to make you scream.”
“Shut up,” I demand, palming the back of his head and dragging him closer so I can kiss him again. I seal my lips against his as if that will keep the truths I don’t want to admit buried away, as if I can stop him from saying another word if I just kiss him hard enough.
It works, for a while.
He nips at my lower lip, biting it before licking the sting away, then delving his tongue deep inside my mouth. My lips feel swollen and almost bruised from the force of our kiss, and I’m gasping for breath when he finally pulls away. He grips my hips, looking down at me as he holds me against the wall.
“The look on your face just about killed me, kitten. Were you close to coming just from watching me? I swear your pupils got so fucking big I couldn’t see any of that gorgeous green in your eyes anymore. Just black. Just heat.”
He drops his forehead to mine as he says the last word, pulsing his hips so that his cock glides through my pussy lips again, and I whimper at the sensation.
“I wanted to watch you touch yourself,” he adds, his voice low and hoarse. “I wanted to see you come apart. I could smell your scent, and it drove me fucking crazy.”
“Goddammit, Malix,” I rasp.