“You have no idea how hot this is.” I loosen my grip.
A second passes before she laughs and slips through my fingers. My chest swells, adrenaline shoots through me, and I force myself to stay put to give her the lead.
How did I not know this was an option for foreplay?
My—our—fantasy crashes into a brick wall when Purge throws his arm out as she tries to enter the house.
“What the fuck?” I’m pulled from the moment so hard it takes me a second to process that Purge hadn’t heard my whispers to her. “We’re starting the role play.”
Winger looks at Sasha. “Not until you’re sober.”
Damn them. She’s barely got a buzz.
“I’m sober enough.”
“There’s not going to be any fucking until I’m sure,” Winger says as if he gets to make the rules.
My anticipation feeds into anger. “Who made you boss?”
“Maybe if you’d been with a woman in the last six years, you wouldn’t be so desperate.” Winger’s jab is a low blow. The only desperation here is to find out if a game of cat-and-mouse can be a normal thing with Tiny.
“My sex life is none of your fucking business. I’m just trying to please the lady.” I’ve covered the ground between us and cup my hand around the back of her neck.
How can she fit so perfectly every time I touch her?
“You want to be pleased?” I ask.
She looks at me with doe-eyes, which heightens the air of innocence that has my balls in a stranglehold. When she nods, I pick her up, crash my lips onto hers, and push past Winger.
My compromise, to keep from ending the evening in a brawl, is to take her to his couch instead of turning her out for a chase. We’ll get there. She seems pretty sober, and her consent is more than clear.
With her legs splayed over my lap, her skirt has ridden up to her hips and my hands slide underneath. Silky panties. Nice, but they’re in the way.
“I need to ride your pussy bare.”
“We shouldn’t…” Her eyes flutter shut as the rock of my hips distracts her.
“When I said I was going to find you and fuck you, I should have added that I plan on keeping you forever. So no matter how you planned on ending your thought about what weshouldn’t do…trust me…we should.”
Her fingers dig into my shoulders and little moans escape her. If she was paying attention, I just gave her a lot to think about. It wouldn’t take much reading between the lines to understand I intend to knock her up.
If my cock wasn’t so painfully constrained inside my pants, I’d swear it was sunk deep inside of her. Can her orgasm face be any better than watching her dry hump me?
“But…” Her eyes flutter open and meet mine. She still can’t form a coherent thought.
“We’re all healthy,” Winger says from beside us. Purge is on the other side. They’re both caressing her body with their hands, and she’s totally into it.
I don’t want Winger’s comment to kill the mood, so I run with her fantasy of being bad. “Bad girls wouldn’t overthink it. You know you want me to fill you with cum, don’t you, Tiny?”
“Uh-huh.”
Her cunt’s so wet, my cock’s getting soaked even though we’re still shamefully clothed. I drag a finger through the moisture and rub my thumb over her covered clit.
Her gasp sends a shockwave through me. What will she do when I rub her clit with my cock? I taunt her. “Bad girls get wet just thinking about sex.”
“Damn straight,” Purge says. He eases his hand under her skirt and nudges mine out of the way.
I lean close enough that my lips drag over hers while I ask, “Are you ready for that game of chase now?”