Page 94 of Devious Obsession
Aspen touches my cheek. The pain that burrows through the bone is deep and aching. The bruises formed quickly—and no doubt my father will be equally quick to point out my failure. At getting hit at all, at getting lured into a fight.
Not that he needs to know it wasmegoadinghimthe whole game, shit talking like my life depended on it. Pushing him into fighting me, fucking finally.
Her thumb touches my lip again, and I try not to wince. She digs her nail into the scabbed-over cut suddenly, and fresh blood wells to the surface. I taste it when I lick my lip.
“There,” she murmurs. “Kiss me.”
I do.
My blood coats her lips. Her mouth. Her tongue sweeps out and runs along the cut, probing it, and then into my mouth. The coppery taste is different on her. I kiss her harder, my tongue forcing hers out of my mouth and back into hers. They tangle. Our teeth clash. She grips the back of my neck hard and lifts her legs around me, her heels digging into my ass.
I get the silent message.
I shift my hips, adjusting my angle until my cock slips through her slick center. She moans and tears her lips away. She drags her mouth down my jaw, to my neck. Little chills race down my spine.
When’s the last time anyone kissed me like that?
She sucks at my skin, marking me, and I let her. My cock twitches, and I can’t fucking wait any longer. I slide into her, cursing at the way her cunt grips me. She’s wet, she’s tight. She’s perfect—and she doesn’t even know it.
Her teeth score my neck, then she moves lower. Shoving aside my sweatshirt. Kissing a path across my collarbone, and the deer skull ink. Her fingers trace my abdomen, over the tattooed eagle that says,Be Free. As if it’s that simple.
I grip her by her jaw and tow her back up, burying my face inherthroat. She gives me a hickey—I’ll give her several. My blood leaves a trail on her skin, too. She tastes like sweat, she smells like heaven. Some scent I can’t identify. I rock my hips back, pulling out of her for the first time, until just the tip is still inside her. Then I thrust back in hard enough to bow the cold plastic beneath us.
She shudders, her thighs tightening around my hips.
Her fingers slide into my hair.
I raise myself and watch her beneath me as I stroke deep inside her.
“Pull the jersey up,” I order.
She does, and thosebreasts, fuck. She’s wearing the barest strip of a bra. It’s just lace and underwire, I think. It does nothing to hide the way her nipples harden. I lean down and take one in my mouth through her bra, biting and sucking. The fabric is a barrier that I ignore.
Her back arches, pushing her breast harder into my face. I take it in my teeth and tug, and she cries out.
The noise is sweet.
I fuck her harder, rolling my hips and eliciting a whimper every time I drive back in.
My balls tighten.
I switch to her other breast and slip my hand between us, rubbing her clit with quick, short strokes. I want her to come with me. At the same time, crashing into oblivion together.
I don’t know why.
It just feels right.
She gasps and moans above me, her nails raking against my scalp. Tugging, trying to get me to move. My control is fluttering away, just the barest thread still in my grasp. Enough to listen to her directive and kiss her again.
“I’m going to come inside you,” I say against her lips. Each word feels like a kiss of its own. “You like that, huh? You like living on the edge with me.”
I stroke her clit faster. She makes a noise, a wordless plea. Her eyes shut, and her head tips back, trying to evade me.
I’m not avoidable.
I bite her neck,hard, and her whole body jolts. She glares at me through her pleasure, and I smirk through mine. Because I’m about to blow, and she’s not there yet.
But then she gasps, and she says, “I’m going to come. Don’t stop, don’t stop.” She chants it, repeating the words.
