AllFreeNovel
Share Us
My eyes sting when I feel something I haven’t felt in a long time. It scares me to death, knowing he can burn me all over again.
I let him go, his dick still hard between us. He looks down, smiling when he sees I’m trembling. And he holds me, his big hand is on my cheek. What the hell am I doing?
“You okay?” he asks, his voice thick and hoarse.
I nod.
“I’ll give you what you want,” he says, letting his hands skim over my arms to my waist, disappearing under my skirt.
He growls when he feels the lace of my underwear. Before I can blink, he turns me, his big hand digging into my side. The press of his hard cock against my rear is unmistakable. I’m his prisoner, if his erection is any indication he still gets off on overpowering me. He pushes up my skirt and lets his hands skim over the lace of my black panties. Taking each butt cheek between his big hands, he kneads them before nudging my legs open with his knee.
I steal a glance behind me and see he still has his jeans open, but has pushed his dick back into his underwear. I press myself against his hard-on and he groans, leaning his forehead against mine. “No, I can’t. Fuck this,” he rasps. He slams me back against the door when I gyrate myself against him, growling into my ear. His warm breath makes me shiver.
His chuckle is just plain evil, and I moan when his knuckles trail over my slit through my panties. He cups my pussy, and I push into his hand, his middle finger making slow circular movements.
“P-please,” I stutter. The asshole knows just how to push my buttons.
“I’m not going to fuck you,” he whispers in my ear. He bites my earlobe and I whimper when a shot of pleasure ripples through me. He glides one finger in with ease from my slickness.
“And do you know why?” His voice is darker and heavier than normal, and his knuckles are still running over my dampness. “You know why?” He turns me around, letting my skirt drop.
“Why? Can’t get it up?” I taunt, swallowing hard.
Holding his head to the side, he grabs my throat, exposing my neck before tracing my heartbeat with his thumb. “Oh, I can get it up. You are always on my mind when I’m jerking off.” He looks at me, and his forehead creases. “Remembering what it was like when I came on your breasts, your back, inside of you.” His lips are inches away from my ear.
I shiver and he angles his head. His smile is sad when he says, “If we want to make this friends thing work, I’m not going to fuck you.”
A sigh escapes my lips and he rests his hand on my hip, the heat of his fingers burning my skin.
“Tell me this: do you still think about me when you get yourself off?” he asks, his pirate smile menacing.
My clit pulses from the thought.
“Do you?” he asks, standing back, all the playfulness gone from his voice.
“No,” I sneer. But he knows I’m lying. Having him back in my life, memories and feelings I’m not prepared to experience ever again come flooding back like a fucking tidal wave.
His mood shifts. He hangs his shoulders and starts pacing the small room. “That’s why you’ve been dressing like this—to see how far you can push me?” He motions to my short dark skirt and sheer blouse.
“Screw you. I dress the way I like.”
He grits his teeth. “Fuck. I didn’t mean ...” He slams his palms flat on the washing machine. “You look beautiful. You’re breathtaking,” he says, each word packing a punch. “I’m sorry,” he whispers.
And I know he means it.
My heart pounds when he walks over and takes my head between his big hands, kissing my forehead before opening the door and walking out.
I stand there for a couple of minutes, dazed and confused, leaning against the door and wondering what the hell went down between us. Did I give him a match?
When I walk back to the porch, he acts like nothing happened between us.
Axl hands me a coffee and I sip the drink, staring at Navarone who is laughing and talking shit with my cousins.
“How’s your side gig, Gunn?” Navarone asks after a while.
Gunner smirks, raising his beer in the air.
Axl groans. “Do not get him started and please remind him marijuana is still illegal in this fucking state. Don’t want to get his ass arrested again,” Axl says.
