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“That’s kind of you.” She nods her head, and I can't quite decide if she’s being genuine or getting off on this.
I already regret fucking offering.
“Do you want the ride or not?” I snap, marching to straddle my bike and quickly starting up the engine. I’m being pathetic over this. It's just a stupid ride home, ain’t nothing in it. The biker’s code about putting a bitch on the back of your saddle is ancient anyway.
Alex looks hesitant at first, but eventually, she nods her head, grabs her purse from her car, and effortlessly hops on behind me.
I’ve fucked this woman enough times to be familiar with her body, but that doesn't stop my spine from tingling when her fingers slide up under my cut, and she grips onto the hoodie I’m wearing underneath. It feels intimate having her close, feeling her chest against my back, and her thighs against mine. What is it about her that has me taking notice of every little detail? I swear I could sniff her out of a hundred different women. I’ve never appreciated a female the way I do her. And I hate her for it.
I pull off back onto the main road and head straight to her place, trying to focus on the road instead of the fact that her hands are on me. Hands that seem to be clinging tighter and tighter as the journey goes on. I don't know how much more of it I can take. My cock is uncomfortably hard, pressing against my jeans and the fuel tank. I wonder if she knows what she’s doing when she casually slides one of her hands across the waistline of my jeans and causes my skin to shiver.
Eventually, I pull up outside her place, and she slides off from behind me. I kick down my stand and automatically follow her. “It was real nice of you to give me a ride,” she tells me while unlocking her door.
“How long you got before work?” I block her from opening the door with my body. I need to be inside her, to feel that pussy soak my cock while she screams out her orgasm and carves my skin with those nails.
I don’t even care if that's gonna cost me my pride right now.
“I got about half an hour before I need to leave,” she checks her watch, her glare piercing me like she’s daring me.
“How were you planning on spending that half-hour?” I wet my lips; I might as well just hang out my tongue like an overheating dog.
“Getting ready for work.” She talks back at me like I’m stupid. “Some of us have proper jobs, Squealer. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” She goes to push past me, but I stand firm.
“What are you doing?” She looks me up and down and laughs nervously.
“Tell me you’ve missed me.” I lean my head down so our eyes are level and hold her stare. She can try lying to me, but I won't fucking buy it. The way she was touching me on the ride home said it all.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she tries to play it down but fails.
“Admit it. You’ve missed me.” I give her one more chance.
“No, you're being ridiculous. Now, if you will kindly move out of my way, I need to get ready for work.”
“A lot of people around here will buy into your shit, Alex, but not me. You don’t allow yourself the things you need. I don’t know why that is, some kinda self-torture bull shit, maybe. But you don’t fool me with your tough girl attitude.”
“You don’t know a thing about me, Squealer. I allow myself exactly what I want. I let myself have you that night we met, didn't I? And that’s all I wanted, a hookup. I recall getting that,” she whispers spitefully.
“So why choose me? There were plenty of other guys in that bar.”
“You looked like the easiest one,” she says without having to think about it. “Turns out you were, two shots, and I had you in my bed. You fulfilled your purpose that night, Squealer. Stop trying to turn this into something it’s not.”
I’m speechless, actually fucking speechless. Here we have this sassy-assed girl trying to make out I’m the desperate one.
“Is that so?” I look back at her cockily.
“Yeah,” she nods. “It’s about time you learned that you can’t always just take what you want. Women aren’t objects.” She goes to nudge past me again, and I do just that… I take… Her chin in my hand, forcing her mouth onto mine.
I take those smart little lips and suck at that sharp tongue of hers, and she does absolutely nothing to stop me. In fact, she moans into my mouth like I’ve just relieved her of something.
I drag her through her door without breaking contact. And once we’re inside, I kick it shut and push her up against it.
“Tell me to stop then,” I whisper the challenge into her mouth as I shove her jacket off her shoulders and tear her tank top over her head. Little Miss Principles doesn't have all that much to say with her body breathing against mine and her bare flesh goose-pimpled with thrill. And I laugh at her while I’m ripping open her jeans and shoving them down to her knees.
She bites down on her bottom lip as I toss my cut at her floor and remove my shirt. And when she kicks off her boots, I can’t decide if the anger in her eyes is aimed at me, or at herself for being so weak.
I smile back at her regardless. I’ll take her anger, I’ll take her frustration, and I’ll turn it into something fuckin’ incredible. Something no one else can give her.
I flick open my belt and release myself from my jeans, then cup her bare pussy in the arch of my hand. “I don’t hear you saying much,” I whisper. “You just have to say the words, darlin’. Tell me to stop, and I’ll leave.”
