He moved closer to me, so close my nipples grazed his chest, which sent bolts of pure lust straight between my legs. Moving my braid aside, he lowered his mouth to my shoulder and brushed it softly up the side of my neck. “What do you want for your prize?” he whispered in my ear.
I shivered. “You know what I want.”
“Well then, maybe we can come to some sort of agreement…” His eyes flicked to the bed. “On this bargaining table here.”
Oh, it was on.
I licked my lips and caressed the tip of his cock with my fingertips. “I’d like to open negotiations.”
“Fuck.” He grabbed me and threw me onto the bed, pinning my wrists over my head. His hips anchored mine, his erection trapped between us. “I can’t think if you touch me like that.”
I wrapped my legs around him, my heart pounding. “Thinking is overrated. What do you say we just feel our way through this?”
He crushed his lips to mine.
Finally. Fucking finally.
Ten years I’d waited for this kiss—and by the way, hell yes, it was worth the wait.
With my arms restrained above my head, I couldn’t get my hands on him like I’d been wanting to, but I used my legs to pull him closer and lifted my hips against his. He kissed me hard and deep, his tongue stroking mine, his scruff rubbing against my chin.
As the kiss deepened, I felt my desire for him surging through my body like a hurricane, gathering force and speed and intensity. He moved over me, rolling his hips so his cock rubbed against me in just the right way. Bucking up beneath him, my body begged for more.
His mouth traveled down my neck to my chest, and I arched my back, anxious to feel his lips on my skin. My nipples tingled and hardened, and I cried out when he sucked on one, then the other, taking the tight little peak between his teeth and biting lightly.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Fuck yes. Bite me.”
He groaned, swirling his tongue around the tip before closing his teeth around it once more and flicking it with his tongue. It felt so fucking good—that simultaneous sting of pain and flutter of pleasure, plus his cock rubbing against my clit—I could have come inside a minute.
I like sex fast and hard and focused on the finish—no lazy lovemaking. For me, the best part about sex is the aggression of it. The chase, the climb, the race for the prize.
I loved feeling like I couldn’t wait to tear the clothes off a man and let our basest urges take over. It turned me on when a man wanted me so badly he turned almost violent with it, like an animal. Sometimes it made me want to tame him—take control and boss him all the way to the finish when I was ready (and I hadn’t had any complaints so far…most guys are happy to come sooner rather than later). Other times, I enjoyed being ravaged and letting them go all alpha male on me. Either way, it was more about the act itself and the roles we played than the person—I didn’t date that much and even when I did, somehow the best sex was never with those guys, anyway. Sexual chemistry was always better with men I kept at a personal distance.
But speaking of sexual chemistry.
I was burning up for Quinn Rusek, about to combust.
“Quinn,” I panted. “I want you inside me. Now.”
He pinched the nipple that wasn’t caught between his teeth, making me gasp. “And do you think,” he said, dragging his scruffy jaw down my belly, “you deserve to get your prize so quickly? After you behaved so badly today?” He clucked his tongue. “I don’t think so, sweet pea. Turn over.”
My pulse raced. “What?”
“You heard me.” But instead of waiting for me to do it, he flipped me over himself and caught my legs between his knees.
“What is this? I thought we were negotiating.”
“We’ll get to that. But there’s the little matter of your misdeed to deal with first.” His hands covered my ass, kneading gently. “Are you sorry,” he went on, his voice smooth and dripping with patience, “for sneaking into my apartment to spy on me?”
“I told you, I wasn’t trying to spy, I was—fuck!”
He’d spanked me so hard my eyes watered, then held his hand over the stinging flesh.
“Are you sorry?” he asked again.
I gritted my teeth. “No.”
Crack! The sound of his hand smacking my other ass cheek was as thrilling as the sting of it, and I loved the heat of his palm afterward.
“You are a very bad girl, even worse than I thought. Not only deceitful, but”—smack!—“fucking unrepentant as well.” Smack!
My ass was on fire.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head up, leaning forward to speak low in my ear. “You are downright sinful.”
Stars danced in front of my eyes. “Yes,” I rasped, my jaw clenched.
He traced my ear with his tongue before biting my earlobe, his cock pressing against my hip. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Fuck me,” I whispered.
His grip in my hair tightened, making me wince. “Oh yes, your prize.”
“Do it,” I hissed. Enough playing around.
He let go of my hair and slid his hand up the back of one thigh. “Spread your legs.”
I widened my knees, and his hand slipped between my thighs, two fingers gliding easily inside me. I was so wet already it was nearly embarrassing, but his next words put me at ease.
“I love how wet you are for me,” he whispered, pushing his fingers deeper. “I can’t wait to get inside you one minute more.” He got to his knees and flipped me onto my back again, this time lengthwise on the bed.