“Maybe. But I know I’m the better fuck.”
My grin presses into her throat.
“Then round two better prove it.”
She lowers herself onto me, sliding down my length with a gasp that shakes both of us. Her thighs tighten around my waist as her palms drag up my chest. Every movement smears more of my blood across her skin, turning her into something feral and intoxicating.
“Fuck. Ride me, baby,” I grunt, my voice harsh with need.
She moves with purpose, dropping her hips and grinding against me in a rhythm that grows faster with every breath. Her nails dig into my shoulders for leverage. Her body trembles from the intensity of each thrust, and her moans rise louder as she loses control.
“Scream all you want, no one will hear you,” I growl, my voice hitting her like a command she has been waiting for.
She sinks down harder, taking everything I give her. Her scream cuts through the trees. Her head tips back, her body arching above me, chest rising fast, breath already gone. Her thighs clamp tighter around my hips as she rides me, faster now, chasing something she can’t slow down.
“Oh god, Seth,” she moans, voice breaking apart.
I drive my hips up into her, meeting every drop of her body with force. The impact snaps through both of us. She claws at me, dragging my shirt down my arms, gripping my neck, grabbing anything she can reach. Her movements turn frantic, losing rhythm, turning into pure need as she bounces against me harder, deeper.
I slide my hand from her waist to her throat, my fingers pressing over the blood streaked across her skin. Not tight. Just enough to hold her there. To ground her. To make her look at me.
Her eyes lock on mine instantly. Her breath stutters.
“Stay right there,” I murmur, guiding her pace, controlling the angle as she moves.
Her muscles start to tighten around me. I feel it immediately. The way her body begins to pulse, the way her rhythm starts to break. Her thighs shake harder, her movements stutter, her voice catching before it can fully form.
She's right there. I feel it building in her before she even realizes it herself.
I drag my hand back to her hip and slow her down. Her body reacts instantly, a frustrated sound breaking from her throat as her pace is forced to shift.
“Seth—” she starts, breathless.
“Are you about to come?” I ask.
Her body clenches around me again, answering for her.
I tilt my head slightly, watching her lose it in real time.
“I didn’t give you permission to come yet.”
She whimpers at that, her hips trying to pick the pace back up, but my grip tightens, holding her in place. I slow the movement between us, pulling out slower, pushing back in deeper, dragging every inch out of it instead of letting her rush through it.
Her head drops forward, her breath shaking as the tension builds instead of breaking.
I lean up, closing the space between us, and kiss her.
My mouth moves against hers while my hips keep that slow, controlled rhythm, forcing her to feel every second of it instead of letting her escape into it. Her hands slide up my neck, gripping tight, her kiss turning desperate, needy, like she is trying to pull more out of me.
I pull back just enough to look at her.
“You gonna be my good girl and ask me if you can come?” My voice low against her lips.
Her body tightens hard around me again, her control slipping further with every second I hold her there.
“Come on, baby,” I murmur against her mouth, barely moving inside her, keeping her suspended right at the edge. “Ask me.”
Her breath breaks, her voice barely holding together as she tries to speak, her body still trapped right at the edge I put her on.
