I walk into the first room I find—a bathroom. Compared to the rest of the house, it’s not that big, but I don’t care. The enticing little monster in my arms digs her nails into my skin and it pulls all my focus back to her.
We knock over a decorative basket of hand towels as we get lost in the storm of each other. It’s violent and passionate and fucking addictive. I drop her, pinning her hips against the counter as I return to biting and sucking at her neck. She arches against me, proving what those hours of yoga are good for. The thought of how my marks will be all over her neck make me grind my erection into her stomach.
Maisy pulls on my hair and wraps a leg around mine as she buries a cry into my chest. “I need you to—”
Before she can finish, I push a hand down the front of her leggings, finding her folds slick as my fingers glide across her pussy. I don’t waste any time on teasing her, sinking a finger inside and leaning back to watch my fingers flex through the thin fabric of her pants and the way it makes her mouth opens on a breathy moan.
“Oh god!” Maisy moves against my hand and slides hers under my shirt to brush against my abs. She moves down to my black jeans, over my hard cock. When she rubs it, my eyes hood as I press into her. “We could’ve been doing this all year, you stubborn jerk. If you’d just talked to me. We’ve wasted so much time.”
“Shut up,” I command harshly, thrusting my fingers in with enough force to make her suck in a breath. “No talking.”
“You’re talking,” she taunts with a gleam in her eyes.
I slow down for a second, gaze flicking up and down her body before I meet her eyes. “You want me to make you be quiet, or are you just hoping I’ll punish that mouth by making you choke on my cock?”
“Promises, promises,” Maisy snarks.
Sassy little brat.
I wish we had more time to explore. Breaking her until she submits would be something I’d want to do over and over.
The side of my mouth tips up. It’s the only warning she gets before I push another finger in her pussy and fuck her hard with my fingers. She fists my shirt and grabs the edge of the counter, only able to hold on, head
hanging back and small cries escaping her when I hook my fingers up. I’m relentless, not stopping until her eyes fly to mine, pupils blown wide from arousal.
“Fuck, right there, I’m—” She breaks off with a strangled sound and her pussy clenches down on my fingers.
I used to think I knew all of my favorite sounds and faces she made. Watching her come easily slots into the top favorite spot and it pisses me off even more that we can never have this again. We were made for each other, but she ruined that.
“Turn around.”
Maisy’s eyes flash. With a smug smile, I grab her chin with the same fingers I had buried in her pussy a minute ago. I touch her lips with my thumb and she licks it. The fact she likes it rough, likes my demanding nature makes me groan.
“Turn the fuck around.”
I jerk her body around without waiting for her to do it. One of my hands runs up the back of her leg while my arm wraps around her shoulders to crush her back against my chest. I grab a handful of her ass in a harsh grip and dig my cock into her back. The want I feel for her is overwhelming to battle. My touch roams her body, squeezing her neck, then dropping to her waist as I pant against her temple and grind against her.
I hate Maisy, but god, I want to fuck her so badly. There’s nothing I want more in this minute than to sink my cock into her pussy and make her scream my name.
Moving to tighten my arm around her, I drop my head to her shoulder. “I could fuck you right now and you’d let me, wouldn’t you,” I rumble into her neck, enjoying the way her body shudders against mine. “That’s what I thought. Let this be a lesson, because that will never fucking happen.” She stiffens in my arms as my tone turns cruel. “This changes nothing. I still hate you.”
I don’t know if I shocked her into silence at last, or if she’s reeling from the contempt in my voice, but she stays still as I unzip my pants and take my dick out. A groan vibrates in my chest as I pump myself, pressing the tip right against her ass. It doesn’t take long for the heat in my gut to coil tight as my orgasm hits. With a hoarse sound, I come, painting her ass with it as I hold her hip hard enough to bruise.
She remains quiet as I stumble back, leaning against the wall to catch my breath. In the mirror above the counter I can see the pinkness in her cheeks, her lashes lowered to sweep against them. My gaze drifts down to her yoga pants stained with my come.
It’s a fucking beautiful sight that will remain burned in my brain long after I break her. Pushing off the wall, I leave her to figure out how to clean up, banging out of the bathroom into the party. As I move through a crowded room, I get elbows and smirks from other guys who were wary of my presence here at first.
“Get this man a beer, he just deflowered the yoga prude,” one of them says.
A round of cheers follows.
“Damn, bro, first Jenna, then Maisy Landry in the same night?” Another guy claps my shoulder, leaning in. “Jenna hasn’t come back down to the party, either. What did you do to get that kind of stamina?”
“Screw that, I want to hear about Maisy.” The first guy shoves a beer in my face that I don’t take. “That yoga shit is hot. Was she flexible?”
As he asks, Maisy comes into the room. Her cheeks flush as all eyes turn on her. She folded down her yoga pants to try to hide the stain I left. A satisfying smirk settles on my face.
“Very pliant.”