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Lo's eyes got small as she took a breath. “I don't know what you're talking about.”
I felt the ironic smile pull at my lips. “You want to keep your private shit private, say that. Don't lie to me, baby.”
“Nothing to keep private,” she said with a casual shoulder-shrug. “And like I told you before, I'm not your baby.”
“And like I told you before, I can have you begging for me to call you that.”
“I think you greatly overestimate your skills there, Cash.”
That was the wrong fucking thing to say.
I put my glass down on the counter with a loud clank, reached inside to pull out an ice cube, and moved toward her.
“What are you...” she started, but I wasn't in the mood for explanations. I was in the mood to prove to her that she couldn't use that lame-ass argument anymore. So before she could open her mouth to object, I grabbed the front of her tee and yanked it up hard, popping her head out of the top and pulling the material down her arms slightly, pinning them to her body, seeing that she hadn't bothered to re-wrap her ribs or dig out one of her bras or fresh panties, leaving her gloriously naked before me. “Cash...”
“Yep. You're going to be screaming that in a minute,” I promised, a smirk toying with my lips before I lifted my hand and ran the ice cube down the side of her neck, making a shiver course through her body. I wasn't going to take it slow. I wasn't going to ease her into it. I wasn't going to do anything but drive her to the brink of utter oblivion as fast as was fucking possible. I wanted her creaming. I wanted her crying out loud enough for the neighbors to blush. I wanted her to beg.
I slid the ice cube over her chest then found her nipple and circled it, enjoying the hiss of breath out of her lungs. Her eyes were huge, surprised, turned on. I worked the one nipple until it was as tight and pointed as it could get before I moved toward the other which was already half-hardened in desire. Her body convulsed as I moved the ice toward the center of her chest, watching as the muscles just under the surface of her skin tensed at the sensation, making her body pull away initially before sinking into the feeling. I ran it across her hips, side to side, giving her a sly smile as I lowered myself down on my knees in front of her.
When I looked up, her eyes were glued to mine, expectant, but more importantly, open. I pulled the ice away from her skin, watching her breathing make her chest and belly expand and contract for a moment before I slowly slipped the cube into my mouth, pushing it to peek out of my lips slightly and holding it there with my tongue. Understanding and the slightest hint of uncertainty registered on her features before I grabbed her knee and slipped her leg over my shoulder. Before she would even draw a breath to object, I moved forward and ran the ice up her cleft. Her body shook so hard I thought her legs were going to give out, making me grab her hips and slam her against the wall behind her, holding her there as I teased the ice around the hood of her clit.
A strangled whimper escaped her lips as her thighs tightened. Finally, slowly and with the barest bit of pressure, I pushed the ice cube against her clit and listened to her breath catch on a shocked moan. I slipped the ice back into my mouth, moving it to the side so my tongue could slip out and work over her in fast circles, letting the warmth on her cold clit drive her toward the brink of orgasm faster than she could have thought possible. I slipped the ice back out, pressed it against her again and listened as she cried out my name. Close. She was so close.
Again, I cheeked the ice and pulled slightly back, smiling at the frustrated whimper she let out. “Am I overestimating my skills, Lo?” I asked, my tone not teasing. I was dead fucking serious about that shit.
“N... no,” she ground out, her hips gyrating slightly and I let my fingers trail up her inner thigh, teasing the crease where it met her sex, but not giving her any kind of release.
“I'm the fucking best you've ever had, aren't I?” I asked, not needing to ask. I knew I was. And it wasn't arrogance, it was just stone cold fact.
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“And what do you want me to call you?” I asked, my fingers tracing across her slick lips, moving up toward her clit, but not touching it.
Her eyes flashed for a second and I saw the guarded Lo trying to put her defenses back up. In response, I pushed my thumb into her tight pussy, feeling it quiver slightly, just seconds away from tightening and pulsating as she cried through a mind-numbing orgasm.
“B... baby...” she cried out.
“There it is,” I agreed with a smile, slipping the ice out and pressing it against her clit. But just for a split second before I cheeked it while simultaneously slipping my thumb out of her pussy. I pushed her leg off my shoulder and stood quickly. In a sick, unfair way, enjoying the look of utter shock and unfulfilled desire on her face. “Now you know what the fuck I am capable of, what my reputation with women has afforded me. Now you want my cock, Lo,” I said with an uncharacteristic cruel smirk, “you're gonna have to ask for it. I'm done with this shit,” I said, moving past her and taking off toward my basement to tear into the punching bag until I could think clearly again.
Because I meant what I said- I was so fucking done with that shit, with the 'one minute she wants me, the next she doesn't' shit, with the 'soft and sweet Lo making me dinner and letting me touch her sweet pussy as she cried out my name, then almost cried over the intensity turning into the guarded, snippy, she-wolf Lo with no explanation of the switch'.
