CHAPTER23
Angry sex really is amazing.I’ll have to tell Robyn she’s right about that.
We're almost attacking each other, desperate to get the other one naked, and once we are, we end up falling to the ground rather than making it to his bed. I roll us over, so I'm on top, but he rolls us over again, so he is, but I bump my hips and am on top once more, reaching for his wrists and holding them above his head, squeezing my knees to keep him in place.
“If you want, I could teach you a few things,” I murmur. “For one, if you control the hips, you control the body.”
“Is that right?” he asks.
He jerks his hands free and places them on my hips, but he doesn't try to roll us again. Instead, he has me grind against him, and it's all I can do to remember that I can't just slip him inside me.
“What’s right is that you need to get…” I stifle a moan, but from his grin, he still heard it.
“What is it that I need?” he asks, bringing his lips inches from mine.
“I…” I can’t think, not with him so close.
He gently takes my lower lip between his teeth and slowly starts to increase the tension, so I grab his hair and tug on the ends, drawing back, lifting my chest off his.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he all but growls.
“Did you move your condoms?” I ask.
He groans.
“You know the rules,” I tell him.
“Just one time, I would love—”
“You would have to be checked for STDs, and, even then, I don’t know if I could trust you not to sleep with someone else before the results come back.”
“You hate me,” he grumbles.
“I do,” I agree. “I really do. Can you blame me?”
He grabs my hand, and I spin my wrist to free myself and wrap my fingers around his cock.
“I can either give you what you want,” I whisper in his ear before squeezing the tip of his cock, “or I can torture you. Which do you want?”
“Torture.”
I grin. “I knew you would say that.”
I slowly pump his cock while trying to move closer to the edge of the bed. He keeps his condoms beneath the mattress, so he doesn't have to get out of bed in order to have one on hand. Pretty ingenious, if you ask me, but he grabs my free hand and tugs me toward him. His kiss is punishing, bruising even. Can lips bruise?
And then his mouth dips lower, sucking on and biting my nipple, just hard enough to give me both pleasure and pain, and I release his cock to seize one of his hands and guide it toward my wet pussy.
"You want me, don't you?" he asks. "You'll always fucking want me. I ruined you for other guys."
My lips part, but I don’t dare say anything because I feel guilty for even thinking about the other guys who live here. I should be focused on Rob and Rob alone right now. I mean, we’re fucking each other.
With our minds.
Our hearts.
Our bodies.
Two messed up people.