She blinked away but tugged hard on my coat, keeping me close. "We can't keep doing this."
I stole her lips again, kissing her hard and a little mean. She was right but I didn't want to stop. Not yet.
"Just this once," she whispered. "This is the last time."
"Good. I can't wait to get rid of you."
She slid her hand down my chest, over my torso, and past my belt to grip my cock through my trousers. "I despise you."
"All I want is to get you out of my system once and for all, tiny tornado."
Finally, she lifted her gaze to mine, her eyes narrowed. She went on stroking me while I teased her nipple and I knew we could do this all night. We could torture each other until time ran out—which wasn't even the most perverse part of this. It was that I craved this fucked-up hall foreplay and everything that followed it as much as I resented it.
She gave me a deep, firm squeeze that brought stars to my eyes and crushed the last of my good sense. "Open the door, Stremmel."
I knew where I was going this time. One less thing to worry about while I licked her neck and died at the feel of her under my hands. We stumbled into her dark bedroom and didn't bother with the lights as we lost our coats and shoes. As soon as I had her naked, I pushed her down to the bed. I shrugged out of my clothes, stopping only to point to my shirt. "I'm not letting you rip this one."
"Why are you still talking?"
Sara scooted back on her elbows, pressed her knees together as if we were polite people who had gentle, timid sex and spoke loving words to each other in the process. It was funny. "What the fuck are you doing?" I reached for her leg, gave it a rough squeeze. "What do you think there is to hide from me?"
"You really need to stop talking. It's much less effective than you imagine it is."
She glared up at the ceiling while I opened the drawer for a condom. In addition to the assortment of bottles and hair junk, I found a hot pink vibrator. "We are going to have fun with this." I tossed it to the bed and—though it made zero sense—she jumped halfway out of her skin in response. "What the fuck. Get back here."
"I do not have to share my toys with you," she replied in the most prim, crisp tone ever. If she wasn't naked, she'd be smoothing a skirt.
I reached for her ankle, towed her to this side of the bed. She flailed and yelped. It was adorable in a very get back in the cave, woman way. "Didn't anyone tell you? It's more fun when you share."
"Then get up here and share that cock with me," she demanded. "Maybe then I'll let you play with my toys."
"Oh my fucking god, woman." I climbed over her and kissed my way from her forehead to her belly button. My cock was hot on her thigh when I reached for her hand and curled it around me. "Do your part," I ordered. "It works out well for you, remember?"
"Sorry, no, I've scrubbed it from memory." She said this with a sadistic grin that cranked my engine all the way up. I didn't want to like it. Hell, I honestly and truly disliked her. But that grin and the magical way she twisted her fist around the head of my cock, it brought to light an uncomfortable closeness between good and evil.
"This is for me," I said, my fingers finding the wet between her thighs.
"No, it's for me," she fired back. "That you happen to be involved is coincidental."
I pushed my fingers inside her. "You're addicted to my coincidences."
"You're such an asshole," she groaned as she tightened her hold on me. "It's a real tragedy that this fine piece of machinery came attached to you."
"Tragedies all around." I tossed the condom to her belly. "Take care of that."
She tossed it back. "It's your dick. Do it yourself."
"Oh my god," I muttered to myself, throwing it back and hitting her square on the forehead. "I'm so tired of talking to you."
"Yeah, same. When are you going to shut up?"
I settled on my belly, my shaft drilling into the mattress, and shoved her legs apart. "Right now."
She cried out when my tongue hit her clit and I appreciated the enthusiasm. It made a difference in my technique and I didn't mind admitting that. Also positive—she dropped both knees to the mattress and shuddered when I got that pearl between my lips and sucked.
"Oh, fuck," she gasped.
"See? It's not that hard to be nice. You should try it more often. Good things will happen to you, you little demon."
I grabbed the vibrator and switched it on. She tensed before I ran it down her seam, the muscles in her legs and abdomen shaking just enough to make me doubt this decision, but then she went there. She stumbled into that place where she didn't have to be a screech owl anymore and she could hate me while loving the things I did to her. And all of that gave me the freedom to give her all the things I knew we both required from this fucked-up game.
Not even a minute passed before she yanked a pillow over her face and screamed into it. The whole-body tremble followed and the sweetest rush of wet I'd ever tasted, and I mentally added a point to the scoreboard.
Not that I was counting.
Fuck that, I was totally counting. Always counting.
"Where's the condom?" she asked. "Give me the condom and get your dick up here now because I am not in the mood to wait and—"
"Yes, yes, you'll get what you want." I crawled up her body, careful to drag my beard over her belly, her breasts. She writhed beneath me as I teased her, even giggled at one point. This woman giggled. Who would've guessed? "Why are you always in such an epic rush? Let yourself enjoy something for five minutes, would you?"
"Because it doesn't last so you have to hurry up," she said, patting the mattress for the condom.
I handed her the packet. "I'll make it last."
"It's extremely bold of you to assume you can outmaneuver my body but I've known it longer than you have."
I watched her frantic hands roll the condom down my shaft. "Yeah, that makes sense. I don't really know what I was talking about. I definitely didn't outmaneuver you into getting me suited up, did I?"
"Not the same," she huffed as I brought her ankle to my shoulder.
"Not even close." I gave her a crazy grin, the kind that said I couldn't be trusted with anything. It was the truth. I could not be trusted. I pushed inside her but then my brain shorted out and I had to press my mouth to her calf to keep from blurting out a whole slew of things that had no business between us here. "Why is your pussy as hot as the actual sun?"
I was in big trouble. Big fucking trouble. I'd constructed a belief system around the incident last week, effectively convincing myself it hadn't been as good as I remembered. It couldn't be. Nothing could be as good as those oppressive memories of her skin and her heat and her sounds. Nothing.
But that belief system was bullshit and I was in trouble because I couldn't stand this woman, though I'd fall apart right now if I couldn't have her again.
"I don't know but what the fuck are you doing to me?" She thrashed her head on the pillow, her hair flying around her in a wild cloud. I hooked her other leg around my waist, leaned down to swipe my tongue over a nipple in need of attention. "Your cock is going to rip me in half."