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“I think I heard you the first time, asshole,” I grit out. I mean, I did touch his bulge, but it was an accident. Sort off.
“So, what do you say?” he asks, wetting his lips, the heat of his body covering mine.
“You are asking me with a hangover—”
“You weren’t that drunk,” he says after a long pause. “Okay, maybe you were. You did pass the fuck out. And really, babe, after two and a half beers?” he asks, swirling his hips, applying the perfect pressure between my thighs. The moan that leaves my lips brings a roguish smile to his face. “You were muttering how you were going to rail me when you got me in bed the whole time I was carrying you. You know how hard it is to walk with a hard on? And then you fell asleep on top of me. You know, I almost died from the fucking heat.”
“You are full of shit, Jesse. Why are your clothes off, then?” I huff out, pushing myself against his erection.
“Because I couldn’t fucking breathe.” He laughs.
“But admit it, Ace, you want me. And then I can fuck you seven ways till Sunday until you’re fucking screaming my name over and over while I pound you into this bed. Or rail, whatever you prefer. You told me you like to try new things. Try me, babe.”
I grit my teeth while he laughs.
“So what do you say? Are you convinced yet?” he asks, a slow cocky grin stealing across his face. “I like everything. I can be a domineering asshole and take what I want. I love control between the sheets. I know you hate to give it up, but, babe, it will be so fucking sweet when you do.”
“Am I convinced about the fucking part?” I ask, trying to keep my voice even, and he nods. “You’re actually serious?”
“Yeah, looks like you need it,” he says, nuzzling my neck with his expert lips.
I push against him angrily. “You son of a—”
He cuts me off when his mouth crashes down, kissing me hard and groaning while his tongue swipes against mine. First, I don’t respond, but when he lets go of my hands and his fingers travel into my hair, I lose myself in his embrace. God, he is a good kisser. And the way he presses himself between my legs is more than good—it’s freaking amazing. Like he knows all my secret spots. He’s so hard and big, his erection is pressing against my clit making me moan even harder than before. I shift until he’s precisely centered against my entrance. The heat of him scorches me through the fabric of my underwear. I’m dripping wet, and he growls when he traces his hard on through my slit over the fabric of my panties.
“I want you.” He pulls back, breathing hard. Running his eyes over my face, he kisses the corner of my mouth while his hand travels into my hair. Our tongues find each other again, teasing and swirling together in a relentless rhythm. The kiss goes from soft to hungry in seconds, all lips and teeth. I groan into his mouth while he presses his weight down on me. I let my hand travel over his back, down to his ass, trailing my fingers over the band of his boxers.
He trembles a little and chuckles.
“Damn, Ace.” He pulls away from me. His breath catches, and when we lock eyes, his are dark, and his stare is full of lust. He leans up on his elbows. I brush a hand through his hair before I caress his cheek.
“Deal or no deal? I need to hear you say yes,” he continues like his assault on my mouth didn’t take me to fucking cloud nine. I lick my lips, and he pushes against me again, tracing the line of my panties with the pad of his thumb. I shiver when he passes a spot that tickles, and I swear as my toes curl in the sheets.
He grins. “Need to remember that spot.”
“Yeah,” I mumble incoherently.
“I want to fuck you, have been wanting to fuck you ever since I saw you sitting on the slope and you fell on top of me.”
“You took me down with you,” I whisper, and whimper when he trails that hand over the damp spot on my panties, slowly rubbing back and forth. His eyes grow wider as he swallows. “Damn, Ace, you’re wet as fuck, and I like it,” he drawls as he keeps the pressure there constant. His knuckles brush over my parted pussy lips, and I start to pant.
“Jesse,” I moan, and he tugs my panties to the side, staring at my throbbing pussy. Not pushing his fingers in like I’m praying he will do.
“I need to hear you say it,” he growls out, his eyes dark, not tearing away from me.
“Yes, okay, yes,” I scream. I want to punch that smug smile from his face.
“I got a little preview of everything when I stripped you,” he says, running his nose along mine, “but seeing you up close is even better.”
“You know that’s a huge red flag, right?” I chuckle when he rubs his stubble over my cheek and down to my neck.
“But you like that I got a glimpse, don’t you? Admit it,” he rasps, sitting back on his heels, meanwhile running his hands up and down my waist. “You like that I took control.”
“Damn you,” I whisper. The asshole is right. I like it more than I want to admit.
“Tell me what you want, tell me what you like,” he whispers, his lips ghosting over mine and his long hair tickling my cheeks.
“Please,” I beg, twisting underneath him. I close my mouth when he stares right through me with unmistakable heat in his eyes while he lets go of my panties.
