Page 54 of The Fighter

“Because now that you saw me fight, you realized how fucking low you were slumming it.” My lip curled in a sneer, and I didn’t miss the way Con’s body jerked. “Wouldn’t want you to debase yourself by sucking the cock of?—”

His heat was back as his body slammed into mine, and his hand wrapped around my throat and squeezed. Not hard. Notto cut off my air. But a warning. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” Oh fuck, he was fuming,absolutely furious, eyes firing at me like missiles. “Don’t youfuckingdare.” He leaned into me until the edge of the island dug at my back. “I don’t give a fuck if you don’t fully trust me yet, but if you ever imply again that being with you isslumming it, I will gag you, plug you, and won’t let you come for a month.” He hissed every word inches from my face, and because I was fucked up, my cock stirred to press against the thin material of my shorts. He was hard too, his shaft a firebrand in his pants as he pushed against me until my back bowed over the edge of the island.

“I’m going to be very clear.” His hand was still at my throat. “If you needed to be treated for anything, I wanted to do it as soon as possible, because I want you healthy. I want you healthy for multiple reasons. One, because you deserve to be happy and cared for. Two, because you being healthy makes me happy, and three…” His chest heaved, and his tongue came up to curl around his top teeth.

I felt a touch at my hip, his fingers dancing over the skin there before rounding to my lower back. He slipped them underneath my waistband, and I sucked in a breath as he trailed them down the crack of my ass. His breath ghosted over my face, warm and fresh as he pressed a finger against my hole. I was dry, but it didn’t matter.

“Three,” his voice pitched low, strained, as he pressed his hips forward to rub our shafts together. “Yes, I want to fuck you bare. I want to come from work, eat dinner with you, and then pump you full of my cum on the couch while a stupid movie plays in the background. Then I want to take you to bed and play with your stretched hole until you’re begging me to fill you again. I’ll pound you into the mattress until you pass out. Later when you’re asleep, I’ll slide inside you while you’re still slick with my cum and fuck you awake. And then I want to watch inthe morning as you get out of bed and make me breakfast while my cum drips down your thighs.”

“Jesus, Con,” I whispered.

“Do you want all that?” he demanded.

Of course I did. Every single thing. “Yes.”

His finger breached me, and I sucked in a breath as my cock jerked against his. His finger worked in and out, up to the first knuckle before pulling back out to the tip, over and over again until I felt a whine crawl up my throat. And all the while he held my neck and stared into my eyes.

“Do you understand now, Tavin Ridley?” Oh shit, he full named me. “Am I clear?”

I nodded, unable to think of anything else but his finger fucking with my hole, and his cock rubbing against mine. “Please.”

“Please what?”

I blinked through wet eyes. “Please fuck me.”

His breath caught in his throat. “No.”

Oh fuck, he wasreallymad at me if he was refusing. I arched against him and clenched my hole around his finger. “Why not?”

His eyes closed, and his forehead thunked against mine.

“Con?”

“Sam said no orgasms,” he mumbled against my cheek.

“What?Oh, fuck her. Come on, we already?—”

He shook his head. “No, that was… We shouldn’t have done that.”

I white-knuckled the island as his finger pulsed in and out of me. “Then why are you teasing me?”

“I’m teasing myself too.” His lips touched my temple as he dropped a kiss there. He plunged his finger in deeper, and I let out a strangled sound I wasn’t proud of.

“I want in here so bad, Tav.” He sounded like he barely had a hold of himself. I felt the same. “Just a week. Seven days. I toldher it’s all I can do.” He rubbed his cheek against mine like a cat. “Then I’ll fill you so full, Tav, you won’t be able to move without smelling me on your skin. Going to coat your insides.”

Fuck me. I gripped his arm. “You have to stop, or I’m going to come just from your words.”

He huffed a laugh and went still, finally giving me a break from fucking me with his finger. “You couldn’t.”

“Try me,” I gritted out.

With a sigh, he pulled away, and I gasped as his fingers trailed up my crack until my waistband snapped back. His hand fell from my neck as he took a step away from me. He rolled his lips between his teeth and glared at me, as if this entire thing was my fault. “You’re fucking perfect,” he rasped, almost like he was pissed about it.

“Yeah?” I snarled. “Well, so are you, prick.”

TWENTY

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