“Have you ever killed someone?”
I stilled, my hand halting over the nape of her neck.
“Never mind.” She burrowed deeper into me, sighing. “I don’t want to know, because it’s not going to matter. You’re still the only one who treats me half-decently. How sad is that?”
“Very,” I admitted, swallowing hard. My cock was straining against my sweatpants, hyperaware of the fact the only barrier standing between it and Hallie’s ass was a flimsy pair of worn-out boxers.
“Keep holding me.”
“Stop moving, then,” I barked.
“Why?” Her voice dropped an octave, becoming sultry.
“Because my cock is as hard as your day has been and I would very much like for my balls not to fall off.”
She wiggled that luscious butt in response. My erect cock was nestled between her ass cheeks through our clothes. I looked down under the duvet. It was the hottest shit I’d ever seen.
“Hallie.” I closed my eyes, shuffling back. Half my body was hanging off of the damn mattress. I was about to fall off the bed. Still, I held her.
“Hmm?” She chased my crotch, moving her ass up and down, grinding against my cock, which needed absolutely no further encouragement to release a pearl of pre-cum which stuck to my sweatpants. My shaft swung back and forth, tapping her ass. She purred. She knew exactly what she was doing.
“Stop,” I groaned, my balls tightening.
“See, I know I should.” She laced one of her legs through mine, continuing to grind against me. “But you’re the only man who’s ever made me feel…desire.”
“See, saying that to a Dom means whatever’s happening here should end immediately, since I’m the adult in the room right now.”
The wordssoundedright andfeltright. I’d practiced the lifestyle long enough to know boundaries—mine and my partners’—and yet I couldn’t fucking deny her.
She snaked a hand between us, gripping my cock through my sweatpants. “I want you, Ransom.”
“I don’t want to ruin you,” I croaked. And I generally ruined everything I touched. Unless it was work-related.
“Ruin me anyway.” Her hand slipped into my sweatpants, her thumb twirling the drop of cum on the crown of my cock, rubbing it against the sensitive part. “There’s not much left to destroy as it is.”
The remainder of my self-control shredded into confetti. I flipped her around so we were face-to-face. We stared at each other in the dark. I wanted to kill myself for what I was about to do.
“Kiss me,” she grumbled.
Helpless, and completely fucked, I shoved my fingers into her hair, pulling her forward as my mouth crushed down on hers.
Our teeth clashed. I growled, drawing away. This was my first real kiss, at age twenty-nine, and as far as first kisses went, it was probably a lackluster one for her. Then I remembered she probably hadn’t really kissed anyone, either. We were both new at this.
Hallie wouldn’t let go. She tugged me closer, clasping her legs around my waist, like a human octopus, not letting me go.
She shook her head, opening her mouth against mine, the tip of her tongue searching inside, exploring, sweeping against my teeth and my tongue and the roof of my mouth.
“We aren’t doing this right,” I grunted. I was no expert, but I knew. She froze inside my arms. Her mouth disconnected from mine, and she pulled away, searching my eyes.
“Ransom, have you ever been—”
“No.”
“Okay, I won’t ask.”
This was painful. This was why I kept my sexual liaison on the kinky side. It was so much easier to explain why there wouldn’t be kissing and cuddling.
She kissed me again, slowly now. Touching her lips to the side of my mouth. Her tongue traced my lips. Her arms wrapped around my neck. I opened my mouth. She tasted of toothpaste and something sweet and Hallie. Of her jokes and quirks and idealistic, environmental agenda.