“Then why?” I crossed my arms over my chest, my lips burning from the scorching kiss.
“Do you really want to keep talking?”
Oh, he was good. Deflect and dodge the question. I thought that was my specialty. And no, I didn’t want to, but I had to be careful. For multiple reasons.
He sighed. “Listen. You’re hot. I’m not a commitment kind of guy, and I kinda get the same vibe from you. So here’s what I’m proposing. We have a good time tonight. If you like what I give you—and you will—then we enjoy it again tomorrow. Then once you’re done here at The Outrigger, we never have to see each other again.”
It sounded . . . perfect. But things that sounded perfect were usually anything but.
“Stop thinking,” he said, stepping closer to me again. He knew doing that was going to make me stop thinking entirely. My libido was the only thing screaming, blocking out any rational thoughts my brain was having.
“Natalie will be looking for me,” I said weakly.
He grinned, knowing he was getting to me. “No, she won’t. I told her I was coming to talk to you.”
“She wanted you.”
“No, she didn’t. She wanted to get a reaction from you.” I didn’t think that was true, but I wasn’t going to argue. My resolve was weakening by the second.
“I don’t like you,” I said, sounding like a petulant child.
Johnny laughed, throwing his head back. “Baby, you don’t have to like me. But you will like what I do to you.”
I was momentarily stunned, but quickly recovered. “Don’t call me baby.”
He smirked. “Oh, yeah. No princess, or sweetheart, and now no baby. What can I call you while I’m fucking you?”
My mouth dropped open. “You know what, get out of my room. Go find someone else to get your dick wet tonight.” I wouldn’t listen to this asshole patronizing me by calling me those ridiculous names. If he wanted someone to be his ‘baby,’ he was barking up the wrong fucking tree.
“The only thing going to be wet tonight is you. You’re probably already dripping all over those shorts.” Johnny closed the remaining space between us and lifted me so fast I felt dizzy. “You want to hate me? That makes for even better sex.”
I’d never met anyone like Johnny before. He was crass and rough and too pushy. But he was also sexy, alpha, and did I mention sexy? He was everything I hated, but also what I found myself wanting a taste of right now.
I pushed against him as he pinned me under him on the bed. “Get off me.”
“Is that really what you want?” Johnny’s voice was gruff in my ear. I had no fear of him; it wasn’t like that. He wasn’t trying to take advantage of me; he just read me. There weren’t too many people that dared push past my bitchy exterior. “God, you smell so damn good.” He ran his fingers down my arms and sides, stopping at the button of my shorts. “Tell me to stop again and I’m gone.”
I blinked up at him, knowing I was sweaty and needed a shower but not caring for one second. He said no commitment, just the way I liked it. And I needed a good roll in the sack.
Johnny smirked. “You aren’t going to tell me to stop, are you?”
I bit my lip and shook my head, his eyes zeroing in on the action. “I’m going to bite you everywhere,” he growled, his fingers making quick work of my button and shoving my shorts down to my ankles. I kicked them off.
Johnny pushed my legs apart and touched my hot flesh with one finger and then two. I moaned, arching my back, unashamed of how vocal I was being; it felt that fucking fantastic. The way he curled his fingers and pressed the heel of his hand against me . . .
He used his other hand to shove my shirt up to my neck, leaving my chest exposed to him. I’d never been so turned on in my entire life. Yeah, I said I hated him. I know, I know.
He sucked and bit my right nipple and then moved to my left, continuing to send me into a spiral with his fingers.
“So fucking wet,” he groaned. “Just like I knew you would be. Tight, wet, and hot as hell. Waxed, baby. That’s hot.”
I tensed when he called me baby, but I tried to ignore it because I didn’t want him to stop. I forced the memories away and focused on how he made me feel.
“Roll over,” he demanded. I narrowed my eyes at him. No one bossed me around like that. Seeing the look on my face, he removed his fingers and sat back, the bulge in his shorts beyond obvious.
He was challenging me. Do what he said or he was going to stop. He lifted his hand, the one that had just been sending me to Heaven and back, and licked every one of his fingers like they were the tastiest lollipops he’d ever had. His eyes oscillated from my face to my bare body, heaving from being left hanging.
Johnny
My dick was screaming to be let free, but I wasn’t budging. She was going to submit and roll over and let me give it to her the way I wanted.
It seemed like hours had gone by when it had only been seconds. I still couldn’t believe I’d gotten this far. If we stopped now, I’d take care of myself when I got home. What I wouldn’t do was play by her game. She was mine, at least for the night.
Bex mumbled under her breath before turning over onto her stomach. I caught something about ‘fucking brute.’ I grinned, dropping my shorts quickly and pulling out a condom. Her perfect ass called to me, so I smacked it just before running my shaft in between her ass cheeks.
“Goddamn perfect ass,” I said, gripping her hips with my hands. “I’m so glad you turned over. What a good girl.”
“I’m not a fucking good girl,” she spat.
“Dirty mouth,” I said. “I think you need something in your mouth to shut you up.”
“You can’t shut me up,” she bitched. God, this girl was something.
I positioned myself at her entrance and slid in, seating myself all the way. She gasped, lifting so she could take more. I noticed she was no longer talking. Look who was right.
I pounded into her from behind, holding her hips as I took what I wanted. She moaned and cursed and gripped the sheets. I could feel her tightening up too soon, so I pulled out abruptly.
“Son of a . . .” Bex turned her head to glare at me. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Get up.”
She narrowed her eyes at me but did it much quicker than she’d obeyed the first time. I flung off my shirt, her eyes following across my tattoos and down to my dick. Yeah, I knew I was big. Not that it mattered. What you did with it was way more important than how far it went down a girl’s throat.
“Like what you see?” I stroked myself, the condom slick with her arousal.
Bex rolled her eyes. She was by far the sassiest, bitchiest woman I’d ever fucked. And I had the feeling I was going to enjoy it. A lot.
I hovered over her, grabbing her lips with mine. Her hand found my dick, and she caressed its length lightly, running her fingernails over my balls. I moaned, my mouth leaving hers and making a path down her body. She tasted a little sweaty and a whole lot of sexy. I licked both of her nipples, loving the way they tightened up in my mouth. Making my way south, I stopped and licked her belly button piercing, my fingers finding their way back inside her. I moved past her bare mound and to the inside of her legs, which were quivering around my head.
“Johnny.” My name fell off of her lips like a prayer, and for a moment my heart stirred. My eyes snapped to her face, but her eyes were squeezed shut. I buried my face in her, licking and sucking her lips until she began riding me. That was my cue to stop.
I pulled back, releasing my fingers. Her eyes flew open. “You are a . . .”
I slammed my dick back inside her and she went silent. “What was that? I’m a . . . what? A dick? Why yes, I do have a big dick. You’re feeling it right now.” No more words were said as I took her how I wanted, spread out underneath me. Her hair was fanned behind her, and her eyes were watching my every move.