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“And not one damn thing more.”
Her breath was coming in short pants as he pulled at her, their eyes locked together, aggression and arousal sparking between them.
“Better than that dildo you have upstairs?”
He tweaked the nipple with a pinch until she bit her lip and took a short step closer to him.
“I don’t know. It just came today.”
“I’m flattered.”
“Don’t be. I hate yo
u.”
He tugged her closer, holding her captive, eliciting a small cry from her and turning his cock to stone in the process. Her parted lips and smoldering eyes were an irresistible invitation. Lowering his head, he brushed his mouth against hers, probing with his tongue as he pinched her nipple harder. She shuddered, opening to him, and slid her tongue over his. His cock strained painfully against the front of his pants. Wanting Amber to feel the hard bulge, he grabbed her by the waist and forced her roughly against him.
His grip tightened and he straightened up, lifting her off the ground. Her legs immediately wrapped around his waist, her ankles locked together behind his back. He spun around and rammed her back against the outside concrete wall of her stairway, grinding with rough thrusts against her spread legs. She gasped, tearing at his tee-shirt to rip it over his head.
“Inside,” he growled against her ear, biting her lobe and wrenching her breast in his hand.
“Yes,” she panted, trying to get free, grabbing at his fly.
Slamming through the lobby door, Amber’s back made contact with the wall beside the mailboxes with a loud thud. He slid his hands up under the baby-tee and against the unhindered swell of her breasts. Her erect nipples felt like small stones as he brushed them with his thumbs. She arched against him as he pounded between her legs, grinding at the source of his longing. He thrust his knee between her thighs and pressed it against the wall so she straddled his leg. Brian pulled open the button and unzipped the front of her pants, rubbing over the stretched fabric. It was already damp. She kissed him, biting his lip hard, just shy of drawing blood. He groaned, not sure if it was the pain or the pleasure making him do it. He had to get her inside, had to get inside of her.
They crashed against the stairs in a heap of grappling limbs, crawling up, writhing against each other. At the landing, beyond the view of the street below, Brian grabbed her by the hips and stuffed his hand down the front of the open pants, cupping the wet folds of her sex. The pressure of his fingers parted her lips, making a slick nest for him to burrow in.
“You’re so wet,” he breathed against her neck, spreading her open and smearing the juice in brushing strokes until they were both coated in it. “Do you get this wet for every stiff dick that comes your way?”
“Yes,” she hissed, trying to press her hips forward so that his fingers would enter her. “Every one. Inside me,” she demanded with a throaty plea. “Now.”
Brian pushed his hand further, sliding two fingers to her hole, where he played teasingly at the edges with the tips of his fingers. He pressed them against the opening, circling the smooth cleft. “Now?”
She yanked his button fly open and grabbed his cock with the grip of a vise. “Now.”
Her hard stroke was incentive aplenty. He jammed into her, as deep as his fingers would allow, thrusting once, twice, and three times before releasing her.
Amber crawled up, stopped a few steps shy of the top of the flight and without turning back to see him behind her, hooked her thumbs into the sides of her pants and shimmied them down her hips, exposing her naked ass. Brian stopped short and watched as she stepped out of the pants and pulled her tee-shirt off. With a scathing glance over her shoulder, she tossed the wet shirt at his face. Then she spread her legs a few feet apart, arched her back and bent forward planting her hands at the top step.
Brian almost came on the spot. Her pussy was drenched in her cream and bent over as she was, her exposed hole dribbled with more. His chest was tight as he reached out and touched the glistening fissure.
“Do you like it like this?” she asked him, without bothering to look.
The way Amber rocked her ass back at him begged for him to fuck it. He jammed two fingers into her milky hole, making her groan and push back against him. He slid in and out of her and then lowered his mouth to the fleshy curve of her ass—God, he loved her ass—and bit, as he pressed a third finger inside of her. Her pussy clenched against his fingers. He had to have her.
Brian leaned over her back, thrusting his fingers in for one last deep plunge, and growled into her ear, “Stand up. I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll need a mattress to land on.”
He pulled out his fingers, coated in her juices, and snapped a single spank over her pulsing pussy.
—
Amber lay diagonally across the bed, her eyes open wide as she stared at the ceiling. Brian’s matted hair pressed against her hip where he had collapsed, face down in exhaustion. Their breath came ragged and harsh, sweat coated their used bodies. She looked down at his shoulders, red with scratches left from her viselike grip, rising and falling in quick repetition as he struggled to catch his breath. She almost reached out to sooth the enflamed skin, but stopped short, reminding herself that the night of sexual gratification had been nothing more than the culmination of overflowing hostilities and incredible sexual chemistry.
God, he was so good in bed. Out of bed. On the stairs, the chair, the wall—Brian had slammed into her body against almost every surface the apartment offered. He was adventurous and uninhibited. Rough and soothing, all at once. Physically speaking, she’d never shared anything even close to the experience she had with him. Chills broke out over her body and her nipples pebbled as she thought about everything he’d done to her. He was the boy she’d ached for in her youth, couldn’t stand as a person, and couldn’t get enough of as a man. She wanted him to fill her again, surprise her with his touch. Looking at the clock, she saw it was after four a.m. She couldn’t fall asleep like this. She needed a shower.
She rose quietly and walked into the bathroom. He was asleep in her bed. It was no good having him there. Between her legs—yes. Between her sheets, threatening to be there in the morning when she woke, possibly feeling the need to awkwardly explain the casual nature of what had happened between them—no way.
The water warmed while she gingerly brushed the tangled knots from her hair and wiped away the traces of last night’s make-up. She hadn’t intended to come home with anyone. She wasn’t looking for it. She’d been looking for a little company, the conversation kind, but Danny had been busy and Brian had been an oaf. Though to be honest, it hadn’t taken more than one look at him before that first coil of desire twisted within her. No matter how infuriating, judgmental and rude he was, there was no denying that he was the most incredible lay she’d ever had. No harm, so long as she remembered that was all he was. So what if she’d finally felt that pull in her heart, the one she’d thought might be love. She’d been wrong. Love wasn’t one-sided and though Brian talked a good game, a game was all it was. Well, games were fun and she liked to play. At least that was what she told herself.
