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“This what it takes to get you to be good?” His fingers left her neck and took hold of her chin, turning her head to the side and steadying her while he kissed and sucked her ear lobe and down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. He ground into her, and she was wet, slick and eager for a release, for some kind of victory, for an escape.
“Fuck you.” It came out less convincing than she’d hoped, soft and breathy…hungry.
“All right.” Violet felt the rumble of his voice in his chest, pressed against hers, then he was up off her, strong hands spinning her around and pushing her back against the tree, his body pinning her. She blinked; the bark was rough against her cheek.
“Like this?” he demanded.
His hands came back around her, one sliding up the hoodie, into the black lacy bra she’d picked out days ago to wear to the club, and finding her hard nipple with ease. When she only sucked in a breath and didn’t reply, his soft touch became a pinch.
“Yes.” The word was a breath, a moan, and she was grinding her hips back into him as much as he was rocking against her, tilting her pelvis forward so he was rubbing against her aching cunt.
Something in her belly clenched at his answering grunt, at the arm that snaked up between her breasts so he could pull her back against him and hold her around the neck while his other hand made quick work of the button on her jeans.
She was so hot that his fingers felt cold against her belly. The rough “Fuck” from behind her when he slid lower and through her wetness was gasoline over the fire, and Violet burned. She burned so hot she didn’t care when he pulled his hand away to yank her jeans and panties down around her knees. She only trembled against him when his hand came up the back of her thigh, and he pressed a finger inside her. Her body pulled taut, desperate for release, for a way to burn off all the stress of the last few days.
“More,” she heard herself say.
His lips, tongue, and teeth took a pause from working on her neck, on the smooth skin of her shoulder. “Do you ever say ‘please?’” It was a growl, and it made her squirm.
“No.” She pushed herself back into him and gasped when her head was pulled back and to the side, held there by her hair. Then, she was looking up into strange eyes.
“Try,” he demanded, pulling his finger out, adding another to press against her, to run slick up and down her and bump her clit but never quite push inside.
Violet hated him, and she needed him.
“Please,” she hissed out like a curse, watching satisfaction spread across his face.
His lips caught the moan out of her mouth when he pushed into her again. She was already tightening, heat roaring through her, and her mind blessedly quiet save for thoughts ofhim, of his hands and mouth on her and his breath against her ear.
Her orgasm shimmered into view, and like he sensed it, Mikel stopped. Violet turned to protest but heard the click of his belt, the rub of his zipper, and anticipation and nerves answered. She tried to turn around.
“Easy, baby.” The words were low and rough and shot straight to her cunt, then he was between her legs. She felt the heat of him, the throb, the slick slide of him against, not in, her. “You’re all right,” he breathed, groaning at the friction between her thighs where he was rubbing her.
Violet’s body clenched; her thighs inched apart. His hands were softer now, on her hips and across her breasts. His kisses were long and slow, meted out between short breaths against her neck.
“Ask me to mate you, Violet,” he demanded.
The pace of his rocking speeding up. Her legs shook. She wanted it, and a tiny part of her feared it. Her cunt screamed at her to answer, to ask him, to beg him, yet she couldn’t find her voice.
His fingers kneaded her breast, and her head fell back against his shoulder while she warred with herself.
“Virgin?” he asked at her hesitation, sounding breathless and surprised.
“Never been with a man,” she admitted.
She felt the stutter in his rhythm the moment he digested the words, then his cock slid from between her legs, and she wanted to cry out at the loss. Seconds later, his fingers were back, pushing gloriously straight into her, curling up to touch a part of her that made everything inside pull tight.
“Fuck, I want you.” It was a growl, laden with self-restraint, and it was almost enough to throw her over into coming.
Mikel said so little, and hearing those words, being hit with the sudden realization that maybe he’d caught that arrow out of more than just pity, it turned her molten. Violet’s fingers dug into the bark of the tree where she held herself upright and gave herself over to him.
His fingers moved inside, perverse wet sounds accompanying their rhythm, his heavy breathing at her back, and she was lost, her voice and her pleasure sung loud into the night. He was rocking behind her, something hot and wet bumping the back of her thigh occasionally. When Violet realized he was touching himself, the heat in her belly snapped. She came, long and loud, trembling against the tree while he grunted, then the hot strings of him finishing painted her backside.
She was boneless when it was done, held up by her chest against the tree and his fingers still inside her, as she basked in the afterglow, her body shivering when he kissed the soft skin under her ear or breathed on her. She whimpered when his fingers slid out, barely cognizant while he rubbed the mess on her behind into her skin.
“Might help with your scent.” He cleared his throat, and she smiled at the hint of bashfulness she thought she heard there.
When he was done, Mikel pulled her panties up, and she winced, finally coming back to herself, at the sticky mess her skin had become.
