I say nothing. I want to push him away, I want to hit him, I want to be able to walk away from him but…but I can’t and that pisses me off more than any of his words.
I shake my head.
“Oh so we are pretending then, huh?” With a bump of his hips, I find my ass on his shirt lying on the hood of his Mercedes. Bracing myself on my elbows, I watch as he strokes himself once, twice and on the third stroke, I watch as a single drop drips from the small slit on the tip of his cock. “You know what I noticed?” Stroke. “You can’t keep up the show very well when my dick’s inside of you.” Stroke. “Let’s see, shall we?” Stroke.
My eyes close and I rest my back against the cooling metal of the luxury sedan, silently hoping I don’t dent the damn thing. That thought has a small smile on my lips.
“Fuck. You’re beautiful lying there waiting to be fucked,” he pants out, I open my eyes and watch as his hand picks up speed. “Show me how wet you are.”
My entire body tenses. Does he mean—
“Spread that pussy open and let me see, Skye,” he commands.
Everything in my body is telling me to do as he says. Hesitantly, I part my sex with two fingers. Just as I’m thinking of fleeing, Jaden growls, and the rumble paired with the desire in his eyes has me shamelessly caressing my clit as he watches.
“Keep going.”
I do as he says, but all I can think of is that I want him inside of me; I want him pounding into me, I want him to make me forget everything else but remember everything, too. My body is aching to the point there’s a pain deep within me that only he can stop at this moment. God, how I want him to stop it.
“Fuck!” he says and without warning, he is slamming into me in one ungraceful thrust.
I gasp as he thrusts into me over and over at a speed that surprises me. I can’t breathe! My god, I can’t breathe! I know he’s claiming me. Jaden is taking what he wants from me and I don’t do anything but allow him to take what he wants. My back sticks to the hood of the car and squeaks as the force of his hips slamming into mine cause me to slide on the car. He doesn’t slow. No, Jaden takes both of my breasts in his hands and kneads them before pinching my nipples, causing a bite of pain that I welcome, I crave, I fucking need.
“These tits—fuck these tits,” he mutters. “These. Are. Mine,” he says.
Looking down to where we are joined Jaden pulls himself out enough that only the head of his cock is still in me. “Look at that, fuck!” Pinching my nipples harder, he demands, “Goddammit, Skye, look at that shit!”
Raising myself back onto my elbows, I look down and see the swirls of creamy whiteness that coat his shaft and piercings and the sight has my core clenching. Jaden’s thrusting becomes harder when he feels my insides grabbing him.
“Can’t pretend that, sweetheart!”
“Shut up!” I yell at him. Jesus, why can’t he just fuck me? This doesn’t have to be social hour.
His answering laugh pisses me off even more.
The man is completely controlling my body.
He’s completely claiming me.
Yet, he mocks me.
When he crushes his mouth against mine, my anger gets the better of me, and I bite his lip, I bite it hard.
“Goddammit, Skye!”
His rough hands grab onto my ass, and Jaden begins lifting me each time he slams home.
“No more pretending,” he pants, “this pussy is mine, too.” With his eyes on mine, his jaw clenching tightly, he demands, “say it. Tell me it’s mine.”
His voice no longer sounds like his own, and the muscles in his jaw continue to twitch as he waits for me to the say the words he wants so badly. I refuse. The crack of his hand on my ass is no surprise. I expect it from him, but it still effects me more than I’d care to admit…to him at least.
“Tell. Me. Now.” Echoes from each smack paired with each word rings through the garage.
“Fuck you!” I yell at him as I try to strive closer to climaxing.
“Fucking tell me this pussy’s mine, woman!” he hollers.
When his fingertips start playing with my clit, I feel my eyes roll back in my head and I whisper, “fff-fuck you.” I feel his piercings with each fast withdrawal and even faster re-entry. That’s when it hits me. “Fuck!” It takes all I have to speak. “Con-con-oh god!” I gasp. “Condom!”
When my hand slams down on the hood, I hear the clank of my thumb ring hit. Jaden’s taking me with such force, he grunts with each thrust.
“Condom, Jaden!” I yell at him.
“Too late! I can’t…I can’t—“ And, I watch as his face contorts, the vein in his neck pulses angrily and he pushes into my body as deep as he can get. He comes so hard that the force and the heat from his come has me craving my orgasm with a hunger I’ve never felt before. “Can’t stop,” he says against my neck as his body twitches on mine from the aftershocks of his orgasm. “I’m done pretending with you, Skye.” I feel him take a deep breath against my skin. My flesh cools but then heats within seconds. “I fucking wish you’d stop pretending with me now,” he whispers.
Looking at me, he pulls out of my body and not so gently lifts me from the hood of his car. Grabbing his shirt that was beneath me he cleans himself off before handing it to me to do the same. My nerves buzz to life when I see his come mixed with my juices running down my thighs.
“I’m clean, Skye.” Jaden says as he hands me my jeans and underwear. I nod—it’s all I can do then. When my bra lands on the hood, I look up just in time to see his retreating back as he goes in the house leaving me to dress alone. Alone. And, it was the most alone I’ve ever felt in my entire life.
Suddenly, I feel sick.
Chapter Fourteen
**Jaden**
It’s been three days since I fucked Skye on the hood of my goddamn car in my own garage. I shake my head just thinking about it. I’d planned to take her home, to my bed. I’m not even sure why, but I wanted to have her in my home, my domain. I’d taken her against the desk in my office at the gym already and it just felt like I needed her here too. Well, I’d definitely gotten her. I’d fucked her like some goddamn animal and came prematurely like some wet behind the years fucking teenager too. Not my finest moment¸ but I really didn’t give a shit at the time either. The woman pissed me off like no one ever had.
This…what’s the word I’m looking for? I don’t know…This thing, I guess, between us started out as a one-time quickie, or so that’s what I thought it’d be. I was wrong. Once wasn’t enough. Nowhere near enough. I want her and I’m done fighting this battle with myself by saying she’s all wrong for me or I don’t do anything longer than a fuck or two.
Don’t get me wrong, I still don’t want anything more than sex. No, once bitten twice shy on the monogamous relationship shit. I’m quite happy with my fuck ‘em and forget ‘em way of life. It works for me—rather it did work for me until Skye. I still don’t know what the fuck it is about her.
Okay, so maybe I like the way she looks at me one second like she wants me dead, but soon enough she’s begging me to fuck her. I’ve never been with a woman so inhibited. Most chicks wanna make you believe that they’re open to anything in bed but when the time comes it’s a whole different story. Plus, there’s no faking it with her. She isn’t going to act like I’m some sex God and then go home and masturbate just so she climaxes. The other day in the garage, she didn’t come—I was being a bastard and I knew she hadn’t come and honestly, I didn’t want her to. I wanted her achy and uncomfortable, and fucking A I wanted her needing me.