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Garrison nibbled his way over to my shoulder, yanking my shirt to the side to get better access to the crook of my neck. Then he paused, pulling back just enough to speak with his lips grazing my skin. “You’re not going to suddenly go all assassin on my ass like you did with Blaze if I get any more handsy, are you?”
A flush that was more embarrassment than desire this time tickled over my skin, remembering the incident all the guys had witnessed—when I’d slammed Blaze into a kitchen counter after he’d flirted with me. I dug my fingers into Garrison’s shirt.
“There are certain overtures that I have… bad associations with,” I said. “And so they set off a defensive reaction. As long as you don’t get too sweet on me, we should be able to manage this without you getting your ass kicked.”
Garrison chuckled with a wash of hot breath, but when he lifted his head to meet my eyes, I thought I saw a glimmer of understanding there. Of course the master at reading people would be able to piece together enough from my brief explanation to guess.
To my relief, he didn’t pry any further. The corners of his lips curled wickedly. “You want it rough and hard then, huh?”
A thrill raced through my veins at the promise in his voice. I grinned back at him. “Do your worst.”
The words had barely left my mouth when he was slamming me back into the wall. His hand dipped down and shoved inside my sweatpants.
“Do you want to know what I’m going to do to you, Dess?” he asked as the pants tumbled down my legs and only his hand remained against my panties, caressing the spot at the apex of my thighs teasingly. I bucked into his hand, and he laughed. When I looked down at the way he worked me, he gripped my chin and forced me to meet his eyes. The grip wasn’t quite bruising, but it showed he understood exactly what I needed. “I asked you a question.”
Anticipation unfurled through my belly. “What—what are you going to do?” I whispered eagerly.
He released my chin and tore the panties right off me. Then he plunged one of his long fingers inside of me as he continued working my clit.
“Sweetheart, I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’re going to beg for me to slow down.” He bent closer to my ear, growling the next part. “But I’m not going to. Not until you fucking explode.”
A giddy shiver passed through me, watching him take on an even more asshole-ish persona than the one he usually wore—one determined to get me off by any means necessary. Oh, yes, please. Garrison must have noticed, because he straightened his shoulders and licked his bottom lip. He was so fucking hot when he wasn’t being a prick. Or at least, when he was being a prick for my benefit instead of to heckle me.
Speaking of pricks…
I reached forward and curled my fingers around his erect cock through his pants. At the first stroke, he jerked against me with an involuntary thrust. “As long as you explode with me,” I murmured. The dark smile that spread across his face fueled my hunger, sending jolts of excitement through my veins.
Without warning, Garrison spun me around. I had to whip my hands out to catch myself against the wall. His fingers didn’t miss a beat, one now circling my clit, another delving deep inside me for that even more sensitive place far within. He didn’t stop until I jerked and cried out, the sweet spot inside getting more sensitive with every blissful stroke.
“Down you go, sweetheart,” he said, slapping my back like a light spank. “You’ll take this whether you like it or not.”
I’d seen him in action—I knew he could have struck hard enough to hurt me if he’d wanted to. He was finding the balance between giving me what I needed and keeping me safe, and somehow that turned me on even more. My mouth watered as I bent at the waist, my forearms sliding down the wall.
The sound of torn foil told me he’d had protection on hand, thank God—I was so tangled up with need I might have told him to keep going without it. I had a birth control implant, but I had no idea how cautious these men usually were when it came to other possible consequences of casual sex.
Garrison’s pants dropped, and there was a soft hiss as he must have slicked the condom over his erection. Arousal flooded my sex. My pussy felt as if it were dripping.
He gripped both of my hips forcefully, tugging my ass back to meet him, and then he thrust into my cunt without a moment of preamble.
I saw stars.
He hadn’t lied when he’d said that he’d fuck me hard. His thighs pistoned back and forth, his cock ramming into me as deep as it could go. Pleasure rushed through me with every thrust, and I cried out for him, loud enough that the people way down on the street below might have heard. I didn’t give a fuck.
Garrison reached around and grabbed hold of my chin again, grasping it as he pounded into my cunt. I arched toward him as my climax swelled within me. My noises of pure pleasure multiplied until everything came crashing down—rupturing and leaving me shattered beneath him, barely able to hold up my own body with legs that had become jelly.
As my channel clamped around him, he gave a pleased grunt. Instead of continuing to his own release right then, he withdrew with a jerk and tugged me around so fast I swayed. He lay me down on the lounger, prowling over me, his hazel eyes darker than I’d ever seen them.
“I could fuck this pussy all day,” he murmured. Then he plunged into me again.
As he fucked me the second time, his gaze held mine, searing with his own desire. His ragged breathing matched mine, carrying through the air around us. With each buck of his hips, I spiraled toward a second release. I barely felt the thick cushions beneath me.
I wrapped my arms around Garrison, digging my fingernails into his back. His chest hitched, and he pushed even deeper inside me, raising my hips to meet him at a better angle. The rush of sensation nearly had me sobbing.
He wasn’t being half as rough now as he’d been before, but I was so lost in the moment it didn’t matter. I’d have killed anyone who tore us apart before I reached my peak.
Thankfully, it didn’t come to that. Garrison plowed into me, and a renewed wave of ecstasy flooded my nerves. My eyes rolled back to take in the light speckling of stars across the evening sky. My moan reverberated off the walls.
Garrison bowed his head over me with a deep groan of his own. He gripped the sides of the lounger as his movements grew choppy. With one final thrust, he sagged over me, barely holding himself up with his elbows.
