Page 38 of Stranded
“You want to play games with me, Aiden?”
“You started it. Don’t blame me for being good at the game too.”
“I thought I’d made it clear that you don’t sleep with anyone else but me.”
“What about you?”
“I didn’t sleep with anyone.”
“That’s what you said the last time, but you’re a fucking liar!” He walked to the bed, and I scooted away.
“How dare you offer yourself up to someone else?” Jackson grabbed me by the leg and hauled me to the edge of the bed. His aggressiveness was like a strange mix of cocktails that set my heart pumping.
I lashed out with my foot and kicked him. “Let me go. I’ll sleep with whoever I want. Maybe I’ll go to a gay club and let a bunch of guys run a train on me.”
He released my leg and seized the sheer fabric of my blouse. The buttons ripped off, baring my peach-colored bra.
“I didn’t sleep with her,” Jackson snarled. “She ambushed me in the laundry room and started kissing me. I had no intention of sleeping with her, but I couldn’t have pushed her away either. I’d just turned her down when you came home.”
“Why should I believe you?”
“Why?” He yanked my hand and forced it between his legs. “Because my cock doesn’t get hard around her. It’s only hard for you. Now I’m going to ask you one more time.” He flipped me around on my stomach, knocking the wind out of me. He flicked my skirt up and roughly shoved a finger beneath my thong and against my hole. “Who does this belong to?”
“It’s mine and I can do whatever I want with it,” I hissed.
Yeah, I was provoking him because this side of Jackson was so fucking hot. I was desperate to see what he would do if he thought I really was going to fuck someone else tonight. I needed his volatile passion and roughness to reassure me that he still wanted me. That he still chose me. That I was still his.
With a deep growl, he rubbed his fingers hard against my hole. I cried out. If only Mom was still around so she could hear how well her husband pleasured me. That nothing was wrong with his cock. She just didn’t do it for him.
“Tell me, Aiden. Tell me, or I’ll walk away without touching you.”
No!
“Yours,” I sobbed. “It’s yours.”
“Don’t move.” He stalked over to my bedside table, tugged it open, and took out the lube I kept there. He kicked off both his sweats and underwear. His shirt went next.
“Don’t you ever forget it.” He yanked me up on my knees, my back against his chest. I turned my head to the side, and his mouth crashed down on mine. My mind swirled like a sea of turbulent emotions. I sobbed into his mouth and turned around, wrapped my legs around his waist, and clung to him.
“I don’t want to lose you,” I rasped. “Please don’t let me go.”
“I won’t.” He ground his cock against me. “See what you do to me? Sweet little hussy, I won’t let you go.”
“I’m your hussy,” I pouted.
“That’s why you were about to give it to some random man?” he growled and smacked my ass hard. “I dare you to do it, Aiden, and see what I’d do to you. And him.”
A shiver ran down my spine. “You won’t do anything to me. You love me.”
“Fuck. I do.” He shoved a hand into my bra and fondled my nipple. “My pretty, little sissy boy.”
“You think I’m pretty?”
“You know you are. That’s why you’re nothing but trouble.”
He picked me up, turned me around, bent his head and sucked on my nipple through the lacy material. I cried out, twitching when he bit the sensitive peak. I tugged his hair to shove him away, but he wouldn’t stop.
“You said you were mine.” He grasped the waistband of my thong and pulled it down my thighs. “Which means I can do whatever I want with you, so you be a good girl and open those legs for me. Show me Daddy’s pretty pink pussy.”
