Still panting, I turned around to help butKrystanwas busy dislodging her bat from the body of a crib. No more were fluttering about.
She turnedaround,her eyes two dark pools. She licked her lips slowly, like she was a starving wolf. Gone was the aloof, ice coldKrystan. Thank god, because I might have had to tie her up andknockedsome sense into her.
Thoughts of tyingKrystansent shoots of arousal through my body. The thought of adding a gag, and I wasn’t breathing hard from the fight.
“How many?” she asked.
“Four.”
“Five.”
Not that I thought she was aliar,but I did a quick body count at her feet. Dammit. Meeting her gaze again, I asked, “Fine, did you come up with what you want?”
We movedsimultaneously,our weapons hitting the ground asour bodies crashedinto one another. Wewerekissing and grabbing at each other like our lives depended on it. My hands found her ass as I ground her against me. I growled and rocked into her hips wanting more.
Her nails scratched down the back of my scalp and moaned.I pushed my tongue into her mouth, a crude version of what I wanted to do to her.She gasped.
“Not out here,” she breathed, but didn’t break ourrhythmof rocking, biting, and sucking at each other’s flesh.
I picked her up,her legs instantlywrappingaround my waist. I walked us over toasmall office; the door was left ajar and I easily pushed uspast it. There were no bodies or blood in here. Kicking the doorshutbehind me to block out the repulsive smell ofsulfurand death, the small office was suddenly filled with the scent ofKrystan. She was wearingthat sensual berryperfume again;mixedwithher sweatandthe essencedruggedme.I stepped back, unbuttoned her pants and yanked them down her long legs, along with the bright red lace thong.I pushed her the few inches, so the backs of her thighs hit the oak and steel desk. On my knees before her naked sex, the scent of her arousalfilled the small office and itwasintoxicating.I lostwhat littlecontrolI had left.
Mymouth closed around her wet center. Ilicked sucked at her wetnesslike a possessed man.I’d always overthought my moves and was often nervous to do anything that might not be received well, but I was workingsolely offinstinct and pure lust.Wanting more, I pushed up two fingers into her roughly, causingKrystanto yelp. Inseconds, she was writhing against my mouth and hand, grabbing my hair and cursing.
When she cried out, her thighs shaking as she orgasmed, I leaned in, continuing to pump and suckuntil her body went slack. Pulling back, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. Why the fuck hadn’t I done that before?
Because you are a little bitch.
I brushed off theusual straythought. Staying in the moment,I peeledmy shirt off asKrystankicked off her boots along with her pants and panties. Her hair had come out of herponytailholderand was wild. She bit her bottom lip which was plump from mykissing and biting it.Her eager fingersunbuttoned my jeans and shoved them down my hips. Beforetheywerebarely over my ass,Krystandroppedand herhot mouth engulfed my erection. I threw my head backwith a half growl, half yell, overcome by the sensation. My body insisted I let go and come like a freight train while mybrainscrambled for any control it could find. I pushedKrystan’sshoulders,but she wouldn’t stop. God, I was goingto come,but I wanted to be inside ofher.
Pushingherharder this time, shehalf stood as shetripped back a few steps, her ass slamming into the desk. Instead of getting upset withbeingroughly pushedoff, her lips curved up in the most inviting, devilish smile I’d ever seen.
The girl was psychotic.
I was psychotic for being obsessed with her.
That worked for me. Psychos should stick together.
She was naked except for the red crop top.I had to reach down and grab my erection to keep myself from comingat the sight of her.
Krystansaid she was dangerous. And right now, I couldn’t have agreed more. She was like a blade on fire, and I was drawn to her. I’d often wondered if my attraction wasn’t anything morethanself-destructive lust. But standing here in front of her, I couldn’t denyI was in awe of her. There was no one like her, and there never would be.She lived ferociously, and I wanted to fuck with her the way we fought. No holds barred, completely untethered, and with a passion that could set this warehouse on fire. I wanted to make her mine,even as I knewshe never would be.
Ridding myself of my pants and boots, I stood completely naked and harder than steel.I'd settle for screwing her brains out and carving a place in her memories for myself.
We charged each other again, desperately kissing and rubbing against each other. I kept thinking one or both of us would slow down, but it was like neither of us could bear tostop and think or breathe for even a second.Iset her asson theedge of thedesk, her hips tilted up and inviting. Her hands wrapped around the edges of the desk behind her. I guided myhardnessinto her hot, wetentranceand almost lost it.I heard a low, longgutturalsound, and it took me a minute to realize it was me.
Krystan’shead dropped back as she rocked her hips against mine, sounds ofecstasyexploding out of her. I rammed into herover and over again, my legshittingthe desk. The drawers rattled as I continued to slam intoKrystan.She cried out for more, her legs wrapped around my back.One hand on her hip, I used the other to push the tight materialof her topover her breasts, revealing pert nipples. I leaned over and took one between my teeth.
Krystan’slegs snapped up around me, as she screamed, clawing down my back. Her already tight channelclenched down on my length. I put all my focus on sucking on her nipple then on theotheras she milked me.My determination to not come overpowered her incredible heat and inner convulsions.As her orgasm began to subside,she grabbed my hair and whipped my head up, her mouth next to my ear. “I want you to come, Travis.”
Part of mereared upin anger. She was always telling me what to do and when. I was sick of it. A combination of needing and wanting her intermixed with a desire to break out of this sick pattern we’d fallen into. I was done being her whipping boy. I jerked back out of herhands andlooked dead in the eye. “No.”
Confusion flickered in her eye for a moment then her mouth dropped in an ‘o’ at the loss of mydickleaving her body. Stepping back, I pulled heronto her shaky legs, whipped her around then bent her over. She gasped as herbare nippleshit the cold desk. I pressed my hand againsther back, keeping her flush against the smooth surface, her assstickingout invitingly.
Swiping my fingers up her swollen, drenched lips, evoking a shiver from her, I said, “You may have wonour bet, but I’m done with you telling me what to do.”I wiggleda finger into the first knuckle. Whimpering shepressed her hips back,trying to get morecontact,but I held her down. “For the first damn time, I am going to call the shots. And I’m not going to come until you’ve done so, two more times.”She gasped again when my handpulled back only to landagainst her ass in ahard, soundslap.
Some part way at the back of my mind wasapoplectic. What was I doing? Had I lost my goddamn mind? This wasn’t me.Krystanwas going to skin me alive.
But I felt more like myself than I had in my whole life. I pressed my lengthinto heronce again and gave her ass cheek another sound smack. She instantly dissolvedinto orgasm around me. Her nails clawed helplessly at the desk.
