JOSH
Julesand I barely made it into my house before I was inside her again.
We’d already had sex once tonight. That should’ve taken the edge off my need, but I was addicted to this. To her. Her taste, her smell, the little breathy moans she let out every time I thrust into her and the way her pussy clamped around my cock like it was made for me. I wanted all of it, all the time.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this ravenous over a woman. It would’ve been concerning had I given a single fuck, but I subscribed to the philosophy that we should enjoy the good things while they lasted. And I was enjoying the fuck out of myself…with one notable thorn in our encounter.
“Who was the guy, Red?” I slowed my thrusts so I could reach between us and stroke her clit. A dark smile curled my mouth when her head fell back and her lips parted at the touch.
I’d been distracted by Jules’s obvious provocation at Hyacinth. Now that I was home, something clawed at my chest when I remembered the way her old friend brushed her hair out of her face. It had been an intimate, knowing touch, the kind you only gave someone you’d slept with.
Given Jules’s reaction when he left, she hadn’t been thrilled to see him, but that didn’t stop the irrational beast inside me from rearing its ugly head.
“What guy?” she gasped. She was a mess—hair tousled, lips swollen, skin slicked with sweat and marked from my teeth.
It was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen.
I ignored the strange pang in my chest and lowered my head until my lips brushed hers. “Your friend from the club.”
Jules hadn’t provided any details other than the old friend line, and I thought that would be enough. But it was an hour later, and I still couldn’t shake my irritation at seeing them together.
She stiffened. She had her limbs wrapped around me while I braced her against the living room wall, and I felt the tension in every part of her body.
“He’s what you said. A friend.” She cocked an eyebrow. “Are you really talking about another guy while you’re still inside me?”
“I’ll do whatever I like when I’m inside you.” I pinched her nipple, hard, in punishment. “How close of a friend is he?”
Her eyes glittered with amusement even as her mouth parted at my rough touch. “Jealous?”
“Not even a little bit.”
It mirrored our conversation at Hyacinth, and like at the club, I scoffed at the suggestion I was jealous. I didn’t get jealous, especially not over women. People got jealous of me.
“One week into our pact and you’re already breaking the rules,” Jules purred. “I expected more of you.”
“I’m. Not. Jealous,” I snarled, emphasizing each word with a hard thrust inside her.
Her breath hitched. “Could’ve fooled—”
Jules let out a muffled whine of protest when I clamped my hand over her mouth.
“I only want to hear you when you’re begging and coming, Red.” I smiled at the indignation in her eyes, but the smile disappeared a second later when sharp pain lanced into my palm.
I yanked it away with a shocked hiss. She fucking bit me!
“My bad.” A lazy gleam of satisfaction replaced her indignation. “Your hand was in my way.”
A growl rose in my throat. I pinched her nipple again until she let out a sharp cry, her face screwed in pleasure and pain.
“That’s what I want to hear,” I said.
I picked up speed, my cock pistoning in and out of her in a punishing rhythm until she lost her words to a string of moans and came again.
Jules’s head fell back, her mouth falling open in a breathy scream from the force of her orgasm. Fuck. The sensation of her cunt rippling around me was too much to take, and I came right after with a loud groan.
My blood pumped with a mixture of lust and anger, and I sank my teeth into the curve of her neck while the high from my orgasm faded. Her cinnamon and spice scent filled my nostrils, drugging me almost as much as the sound of her delicious cries.
“For someone who claims to hate me so much, you sure scream a lot for me.” I lifted my head and rubbed my thumb over her blossoming hickey with satisfaction.
The primal, territorial part of me loved that I’d marked her. I wanted to shove it in her old friend’s face and declare her off-limits unless he wanted a highly unpleasant meeting with my fist.
Just because I didn’t likeJules didn’t mean I wanted anyone else to see her like this. Body languid, face drowsy with contentment as she stretched against me. None of the prickly armor she wore in public.
This was a side of her only a select few got to see, and no one else was invited to the fucking club.
“It’s a scream of disgust, Chen,” she drawled. “I’m sure you’re used to those.”
I withdrew from her and chuckled when she almost collapsed on the ground without me holding her up.
She glared at me, eyes spitting fire.
“Then it seems you have a disgust kink, because you can’t get enough of me.” I tossed my condom in the nearby trash can and pulled on my pants. “No more tonight, Red, or I’ll have to start charging per orgasm. But if you want more of my cock, I could be persuaded, depending on how nicely you beg.”