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“What the fuck are you doing with those?”
“Mel gave me them, she thought I might come in useful down here.”
“Why you tryin’ to get a rise out of me?” I ask, my temper thumping in my temples. I want to rip the girl’s jeans down and hard fuck her right on the spot to teach her a lesson. But something tells me that’s exactly what she wants outta me.
“I was just trying to have a little fun. You can’t keep me hidden up in that cabin the whole time I’m here.”
“That kinda fun ain’t for you,” I tell her, staring my dark eyes hard into her pretty green ones.
“You don’t know me, Brax,” she hits back at me, and the way that slices through me confirms that I’ve let the bitch have far too much leeway. I press my nose into her cheek and inhale. She smells like the fucking club, strong liquor, tobacco and bad fuckin’ choices.
“Fine. You wanna act like a whore, Gracie, I’ll treat you like one.” With her body caged between me and the truck, she’s got nowhere to run, and suddenly I ain’t bothered if I got an audience or not.
“Get on your knees,” I command, releasing her wrist so she’s free to move, and I’m surprised when she does as she’s told, her back sliding down the metal and her eyes looking up at me as she travels lower.
“Like this?” she asks, knowing exactly what she’s doing.
“Yeah, like that.” I brace one hand against the truck while I unbuckle with the other, taking my already hard cock in my hand and freeing it toward her lips.
“I’m gonna fuck all the sass right out of that pretty mouth,” I lose some of my strength when her tongue swipes over my tip.
“You're gonna take me right to the back of that throat like a good little slut, Gracie.” Her big green eyes look up at me and her head nods in agreement. This is supposed to be a punishment, but she’s making it look like a fucking reward.
“Take it,” I thrust deep into her open mouth, clenching my fist in her hair when I hear her gag. It’s such a satisfying sound, and I want to hear more of it. So I use my hold on her to guide her warm, wet mouth over my cock again and again. I press my forehead into the arm I got rested on the truck, looking down and watching her taking me.
And when her eyes snap up to mine, it confirms that the smart bitch knows exactly what she does to me. She’s the one with all the power, despite being the one on her knees, and I can’t understand how something so pretty can cause me so much pain.
“Good, Gracie, work me harder, take me deeper. Make sure you get a real good taste of me.” I fuck her mouth harder and faster, crushing her hair in my hand and hearing myself moan. Her mouth feels so damn good on me that I’m ready to blow my load. And when her hand moves between my legs and cups my balls, I lose all control.
“I’m gonna come,” I manage to growl, just before my hot mess coats the back of her throat and my balls clench in her hand.
Gracie sucks at me for more, draining everything out of me as she squeezes her fist around my shaft and drags it up to her lips. Her tongue laps at my tip and licks me clean, before she stands up in front of me and licks her lips. Knowing that they taste of me now, gives me such a deep satisfaction that I got no choice but to kiss ‘em. I don’t care that she’s just taken a mouthful of my cum. It’s evidence that here and now. I fuckin’ own her.
“Go home, Gracie.” I pull my mouth away to tell her harshly, then forcing my cock away, I buckle up.
Last night, now this… I’m making it a habit of fucking up when it comes to her, and as I turn my back on her and walk back into the club, I promise myself that it will be the last time that she’ll see any weakness out of me.
I don’t know what time Brax came home last night but I find him fully clothed, laid out on the couch when I step out of the bedroom to make myself some breakfast. I clang some cutlery in the drawer and slam some cupboard doors to ensure that I disturb him, before figuring out how to use the ancient looking coffee machine. Then I stand over him with a hot steaming mug in my hand.
“Black coffee.” I place it down hard on the coffee table, and Brax moans as he shifts to sit up.
“What time is it?” he asks, rubbing his head like he’s in pain.
“Just gone 8.”
“I gotta take a shower.” Brax stands up and takes the mug with him as he moves toward the bathroom.
“You didn’t come to bed last night,” I blurt out weakly, clenching my palm for giving him the inclination that I actually care.
“I told you I was taking the sofa.” He doesn’t bother to turn around but I still need those answers, so against all my better judgment, I go after him.
“Why am I here?”
“You know why you’re fucking here, Gracie.”
“I don’t mean on the compound, I mean here, in your cabin.”
I use my body as a barrier between him and the bathroom door so he can’t get out of telling me. I want to see it in his eyes, I need to hear it in his voice. I want him to admit that he likes to keep me close, just as much as I like to be close.
