Page 40 of Cry Baby
I wanted to disappear into the fucking floor, so instead I linked my fingers into Ethan’s hair and yanked his face down tomy mouth, copying what Melodie had done to me outside the bar.
Our tongues warred, setting off a frenzy of groans, and I kept him trapped against the wall, not allowing him to switch our positions.
I needed to be in control.
One.
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Swirl after swirl of our tongues, he was melting into my body. His cock grew thick and long, pressing against my stomach through his undone jeans, and I felt the wetness there at the tip.
“Look at you,” he said with a chuckle against my lips. “Who would have known you were so aggressive. I love it.”
Aggressive? Maybe. He likes this. Okay. Do it again.
I bit his lip, growling into his mouth and grinding my own dick against him.
“No,youlook atme,” I said, not recognizing my own voice. At first, he started to laugh again, but I pressed his cock with my knee, and his eyes shot to mine. “I said, ‘Look.’”
Ethan’s eyes met mine, and they were pools of lolling submission.
Mmm.
“Good boy,” I said, and he purred, seeking more friction, but I was in control now. He couldn’t get more without my permission.
I smiled and reached up to hold his mouth open, pinching his cheeks between my thumb and forefinger, keeping it wide.
“You want that cock stroked, Good Boy? Show me.”
He moaned again, and I spit into his mouth, yanking his hand to my mouth and spitting on it too.
Melodie noticed us from the top of the stairs. I saw her return from the corner of my eye, but I was mostly focused on Ethan.
“Why are you acting like you’re prey?”
I blinked, hearing Natalie’s incessant voice in my head, and I shook it. But the voice was masculine, too, almost like I had heard the insult from multiple people.
What the fuck.
Ethan rubbed the back of his neck, and I realized I had fallen out of rhythm. He was waiting.
Fuck fuck fuck.
“I…uh…” He looked nervous.
Why was he so nervous now?
Melodie leaned against the banister, saying nothing, just watching from the balcony.
Watching me.
