We all had our kinks, was this his?
He bowed his head and, in my ear, whispered, “You’re many things, Camille, but destined to be a clubwhore? No.” He pulled back to glower at me. “That you could degrade yourself like that fucks me up, and I have no right to feel that way. You should mean shit to me. You’re a duty, a favor called in. This entire thing should mean nothing, and yet, the fact that you slice your palms angers me like nothing else. That you spread your legs for a battalion of bikers to make rent makes me want to kill your father, and makes me pissed at you because you took that opportunity away from me.
“You’re okay with marrying a man your mother screwed because you’re desperate, and that pisses me off too.” His mouth curved up into a mean snarl, but before he could carry on slaying me with his words, his cell phone rang, vibrating between us in a way that had me jerking with surprise because it was low down against my pelvis.
He noticed.
Of course.
“Keep your hands above your head,” he commanded, his snarl transforming into a smirk as he reached down to get his phone.
He proceeded to stun the hell out of me by sliding his hand over my hip and snagging the skirt of my dress, tugging it higher so skin could touch skin.
My gaze was glued to his as he pressed the phone between my legs, over the second pair of his briefs I wore, and slotted the thin device along the length of my pussy.
For whatever reason, the caller didn’t give up, if anything, they refused because the pulsing of the vibrations carried on for just long enough to get me wet. For that delicious twinge in my belly to stir to life, for my pussy to contract around the emptiness inside it. All the while, we stayed locked together, our eyes tangled, until the ringing stopped.
I thought he’d move away, pull back, ring whoever it was that found it important enough to stay on the line for that long, but he didn’t. He angled the phone so just the corner was pressed against my clit, after he used that handy split seam to slide his fingers through the gap and to find their way to my slit.
He thrust two thick fingers into me without even testing if I was ready, and though I was wet, the act had me surging onto my tiptoes and my pussy clenching down around him.
“Your mouth tells me one thing,” he snarled into my ear, just as the phone started to ring again and that goddamn pulsation recommenced, “but this cunt tells me another. There’s no way in fuck you’ve serviced an MC.”
“I-I—” I sputtered wordlessly, my head rocking back against the wall as the thick fullness of his fingers combined with the vibrations that seemed to be even more powerful now he’d angled the phone directly on my clit had me gasping for air.
“Y-You?” he mocked, so hatefully I wanted to slap him, but I didn’t.
Couldn’t.
He was being a jerk but, God help me, this felt so good.Toogood to spoil, to let the glimmer of an orgasm in the distance go to waste.
Shamefully, I lifted my leg, hooking it on his and curling my foot around his calf so I could arch my hips. The moment I did, the relief was exquisite, and he knew, because he pulled out, then thrust into me with three fingers.
He scissored them open and closed for a second, then started to thrust into me in time to the pulses. The phone stopped and started again, and within thirty seconds, I wasn’t just climbing the way toward an orgasm, I was there.
A hoarse shout escaped me, one loaded with my surprise and my glee as I rocked into him as fast as he thrust into me, riding the waves of pleasure as they hit me square in the face.
Gasping, I pushed my forehead against his chest, dragging it from side to side as he carried on, raking his fingers down the front wall of my cunt, hitting some secret spot that had a scream splitting my ears as I cried out, howling with the pleasure/pain that had me reaching around, my fingers digging into his back as he bombarded me with the most acute ecstasy I’d ever experienced in my life.
When his cell rang off for the final time, I was left a panting mess in his arms. Unsure of what to expect, and my brain fried, I let him prop me up. Then, I heard the dull thud of the device colliding with the carpet and groaned when his hand grabbed me by the hair and he dragged my head back so there was no hiding from him.
No evading that gimlet stare that was starting to make me feel as if he could see into my very soul.
How did he know me so little and know me so well at the same time?
And what would he come to learn after we spent years together?
Before fear could overcome me, he tightened his grip on my hair, tugging so that I felt the pain of it, then simultaneously withdrew his fingers from my still-twitching pussy. I knew what he wanted, so I opened my mouth to give it to him.
The shadows retreated for a second, just a second, as he looked at my lips, stared at them and the round ‘O’ I made before I took his offering, sliding my tongue around the digits to lick them clean, before they returned full blast when he murmured, “You could have walked away, but it’s too late now. For both of us.”
Why did he keep on saying that? Was it a taunt?
I half expected him to leave me there, with that dire warning ringing in my ears, but he didn’t. Still with his hold on my hair, he forced me to turn around, and I complied, pressing my hands flat to the wall and resting my forehead against it too when he let go of me and moved to shape my ass with those hard fingers of his.
The tips bit into the meager curves, hard enough to bruise before he started dragging my skirt all the way up, not stopping until it was around my waist, then he pulled my borrowed underwear down, using his foot to slide them to the floor, leaving me naked from the butt down.
Brennan shoved one leg between mine, slipped his fingers around my stomach and hauling me back into him. “Grind down on my leg.”