"I can be a hunter. Let me give it a try." She clenched around me, her muscles kicking and fluttering and sucking the marrow right out of me. I made a slurring attempt at speech and then hid that disaster with an open-mouthed kiss to her neck. I could live in this spot forever. "Is that the kind of hunting you had in mind?"
"You're wicked," I growled.
"You're an asshole."
"So you've said." I ducked away from her neck as I grabbed her waist with both hands. It took a lot of concentration to fuck her and fight her at the same time but I also wanted to keep every ounce of it, every minute. I wanted to shove these insults into my pockets and swallow up every little touch and groan she gave me. "I think you like it."
She twisted her fingers around my hair and pulled as she'd promised. I leaned into her hand, wanting more of that glorious torment. I'd die from it if she let me. "I don't like anything about you."
I pulled all the way back, my cock barely brushing her folds. "Nothing?"
She hooked a leg around my waist, urged me closer. "Whose insecurities require tending now?"
I didn't respond, instead turning my attention to her nipples while I worked her over my cock. There was something magical in that combination from the way her lips parted and her eyes glazed over, and I rode it all the way through the quietest screech I'd ever heard from her. I'd expected a loud thrash, maybe some scratching. I got none of it. Just an exquisite little sigh and a full-body shudder that tested the limits of my control.
"Oh, wow," she whispered, blinking up at me with a startled smile. "That—"
"Nope. Not happening." I pulled out, shifted to the side, and flipped her on her belly. "Here's what we're doing now. Come here. Scoot back unless you want me dragging you and you know I will. Give me that ass. That's my dick hunter, right here, good girl." I pressed a hand between her shoulder blades as I stationed myself at her entrance. She was still throbbing and wet like a waterfall. "I really don't want to like your pussy as much as I do but it's made out of demonic magic so I'm helpless here."
Instead of waiting for Sara to respond, I took hold of her hips and thrust inside her. Heat spiraled through me and all the bickering and bullshit between us took a back seat to instinct. There was nothing left but two bodies that fit together in intolerably good ways, and these bodies knew exactly what to do to each other, even when we could barely function beyond our mutual hostility.
I had to be honest, things took a wild turn at that point. More wild than all the previous turns in this square dance. The pillows—and there were a number of them—went flying. I grabbed her hair, gave it a rough twist. The blankets were fully fucked. Something fell off her bureau and landed with a clatter. I ran my knuckles down the seam of her ass, did it harder when she cried and bucked against me. Then I said some mortifying things about how she made me feel. She said some equally mortifying things about my cock.
I didn't even know how I'd lasted this long but the shiver-pulse low in my belly said I didn't have much longer.
"Be a good girl and give it to me now," I barked. "Your pussy can buy and sell my soul for all I care but you won't be able to get rid of me until you come on my cock one more time."
"I can't," she yelled into the blankets.
"This is not the time for your insecurities to pay us a visit," I said. "You can and you will. I can feel it. Stop trying to be right all the time and let it happen. Let go."
That was probably the sex equivalent of telling someone to calm down but I didn't care. I didn't have time to care and I just didn't want to. I wanted her to do as I fucking said the first time and let me give her what she wanted, but since that wasn't an option, I pressed hard below her belly button. It was enough pressure to make all of this much more intense which she confirmed by screaming "I hate you" into the mattress.
She could hate me all she wanted because I was very busy keeping myself on the right side of consciousness. So busy that I nearly missed the first flutters and shudders of her body joining the two-timers club.
"There it is," I growled. "That's a good girl for me."
They said pleasure was a product of the mind and I had problems with that assertion but this time it was true. Whether it was the satisfaction of proving her wrong for once or the joy of commanding her body to meet my demands, I needed no other invitation to curl myself around her and fill the condom in a series of jerks and spasms so violent I was concerned I'd cracked a rib.
We stayed frozen in that awkward, sweat-soaked position for a few minutes while we tried to catch our breath. A peculiar little voice in my head wanted me to brush her hair away from her face and tuck the blankets up to her shoulders but I wasn't doing that. Peculiar voices got me in trouble. They were probably the reason I was here in the first place.
An elbow connected with my flank and Sara said, "Kindly get your slab of granite ass off me."
I rolled to the side with a grunt. I blindly patted the bedside table, thrilled when my hand connected with a box of tissues. This condom required attention but these legs weren't ready for standing of any sort. Not unless I wanted to turn this into a slapstick comedy routine, and I was too old for that.
A couple more minutes passed with only our ragged breathing and the creaks of an old home to set the soundtrack.
Where it came to fucking the words out of a woman who voraciously hated me, I was unclear on the appropriate aftercare. Was I supposed to hang out? That couldn't be right. Was she expecting another round? I could be talked into that but it was going to be a hell of a lot less athletic and it wouldn't be without some fluids first. Or was I supposed to leave? Just walk out and…what? This couldn't be the end.
And what fresh hell was that fucking thought? No, this was over. I was a hundred percent certain of that. It was a fucking mistake if I'd ever seen one and now it was over. Done, finished, soul sold to the sharp-toothed cunt in the first row.
I tossed the balled-up tissue into the wastebasket beside the bed. "What was that you'd said about only coming once?"
She reached out to swat me for that but caught a stray pillow instead. "Shut up, Stremmel."
"That is what you said though. That you can only get there once." I was being a dickhead. I knew that. It never escaped my notice when I was behaving like a complete and total miscreant. Stopping myself when I'd stumbled down this path was often the issue. It was easier to drop dead than it was to shut myself up once I'd started. "It seems I proved you wrong."
"I think you should leave," she mumbled into the pillow.
I turned my head in her direction. I couldn't see her face but fuck, her body really was amazing. I reached down, grabbed her ass. "That's probably a good idea."
"Then what are you doing?"
"Don't know," I murmured. "I guess I just like making the most of my bad decisions."
Sara pushed up from the mattress, shaking off my hand. Her back to me, she tossed her hair, saying, "Don't be here when I get back."
I watched her walk to the adjoining bathroom on legs she was pretending weren't shaking. The lock clicked behind her then the faucet turned on. The walls were thin enough for me to hear her slap her hands against the sink and blow out a breath.