AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I was not going there.
I was not going to let him see that some ridiculous part of me was feeling a little rejected by him leaving when I was asleep.
“We just fuck, huh?” he asked, tone getting a little rougher, a bit darker.
“Yes.”
“So, I’m not allowed to give a fuck about you,” he said, leaning down a bit to get in my face.
“Not a single one,” I agreed, jerking my chin up, refusing to look away first. “Just fucking. That’s the deal.”
“Just fucking,” he repeated, gaze holding mine. “Well then,” he said, his hand grabbing the back of my neck, using it to yank my whole body forward until it fell into his chest, crossed arms and all, as his lips claimed mine.
It was wrong.
Against the rules.
A slippery fucking slope.
But I needed it.
I needed him.
So as his lips deepened the kiss, my hands unfolded, slid up his chest, grabbed the sides of his cut at the top of his chest.
What I wanted was to wrap my arms around him, to hold him close, to borrow some of his strength that I so desperately needed.
But I couldn’t let myself.
It was too gray of an area.
It would go against what I had just insisted. About this just being physical. About how we couldn’t give a shit about each other.
Slash turned, slamming me back against the wall, a move so primal that a moan escaped me.
I liked him wild and unhinged.
I liked that being near me stripped him of his control.
A little voice in my head said that maybe I would like him soft and sweet too. But I wouldn’t accept that from him. If he even had it to offer.
So I had to thrive with what was being offered.
Rough hands yanking down the front of my shirt, going inside the cups of my bra, squeezing, then twisting my nipples into hardened points, his lips muffling the whimpers that escaped me.
One hand was going down, slipping under my skirt, rubbing my clit through the barely-there material of my panties.
My own hands were getting greedy, running over the taut muscles in his arms, shoulders, down his back, then sinking into his ass before slipping around to rub at his cock through the material of his jeans.
A growl escaped Slash as his hand slid away from me, ripping yet another pair of panties I would have to add to my ‘destroyed by Slash’ pile, and leaving me to finish the rest of my shift commando.
My hand worked his button and zipper free, then reached inside for his cock, stroking him as his hand fished for a condom in his wallet.
His hand grabbed mine that was around his cock, pressing it between my thighs instead as he slid on the protection.
I expected him to finish, then slam inside of me, hard, impatient, needy.
But he stood there for a moment, watching me work myself with heated eyes before suddenly dropping down to his knees in front of me, grabbing my leg to drape it over his shoulder, then burying his face between my thighs.
