Baddest Bad Boys(31)

“Do not shush me, you condescending son of a bitch!”

He held her against the bed, slid down and started kissing her ass. She let out a shriek and shook as he nuzzled his way down her shadowy cleft, down to her furled-up pink * lips. He went at her, tongue delving, trilling over her clit at the end of every stroke.

“Oh…my…God…” Her voice broke. The muscles in her thighs trembled, convulsed, and she made a bewildered sobbing sound as they yielded, parted. She lifted her ass to give him better access to all that slick, juicy bounty. It gleamed, puffy and soft and ready, her lube flooding out. He jerked his fly open and freed his aching cock.

“Looks like being muscled around by a lout gets you off,” he observed. “Who knew. The indomitable Robin likes to be mastered.”

Her body jerked beneath his hands. “Like hell,” she hissed. “Don’t think for one second that you can control me by making me come. When I’m done, I’ll still spit in your face and blow you off, you butthead. So if you’re trying to make a point about who’s boss, don’t bother.”

He was impressed. “Wow. You never shut up, do you?”

“Never.” Her voice was breathless, shaking. “Pig.”

He resumed, figuring he’d get in less trouble if he kept his tongue as far up her * as it would go. But he wasn’t going to last much longer just tongue f*cking. He lifted his head. “Do you want my cock?”

“What kind of sick question is that?” she snarled back.

He choked off the burst of laughter that would get him castrated or worse. “Seemed straightforward to me.”

“You haven’t asked permission so far, so why bother now?”

“Yeah, you’d love it if I just mounted up and rode without asking, right? That would suit your mood perfectly—”

“Fuck you, Jon Amendola,” she spat.

“With pleasure,” he said. “If you ask nicely.”

She let out a sob of laughter. “Oh, God. I do not get you at all.”

“You’ll get as much of me as you want. Just say the magic word.”

“Magic word, my ass. Would that turn you on, to make me beg?”

“No. You can say I jerked you around, seduced you, manipulated you, teased you. But you’re never going to say I forced you.”

“Word games,” she shot back. “Meaningless. Stupid. Dumb.”

“Maybe. But they’re my games.” He slid his tongue down the slick furrow, circled her clit, teased, fluttered, and lapped back up to the overflowing well of sweet girl juice. He pulled away, panting. “Say it.”

She wailed with frustration. “Do it,” she said savagely.

He waited. “Yeah? And?”

“I’m not going to say please. I’d rather die. Just do it. Or else f*ck off and leave me alone.”

Aw, what the hell. Being commanded to f*ck by the queen of the universe had as salutory an effect on his cock as pleading would have.

He grabbed her waist. She let out a squeak as he lifted her up, pitching her face first onto the bed. He dragged her hips back until she was kneeling with her ass to him, glowing with sweat, shuddering with excitement. His hands shook as he fitted his cockhead to her.

He dragged in a breath as he entered her. Hot, scalding. Bare naked, live wire, screamingly intense. He almost came on the first tight, squeezing shove inside. He flung his head back, gritted his teeth, breathed the climax down, gripped her ass and started in on the slick, swirling pump and grind that would melt her down into mindless pleasure. This would be one ride she would never forget.

No matter how many goddamn lovers she took after him.

Robin clutched the sleeping bag, trying to stifle the sounds jerking out of her throat. Her whimpers sounded pleading, her body moved of its own volition. She was too crazy in love to shield herself. It made her feel weak, stupid, but still she rocked back, begging for more.

Something huge and muscular was uncoiling inside her. It was happening too soon. She could tell by his urgency that he wasn’t going to wait out her climax and start again, as he often did. This was it. The last time. The realization burned as all other thought disintegrated.

After this, she had to get as far away from him as she could.

Faster, deeper. She yelled, lost in the twisting frenzy as his climax pumped into her. He collapsed, crushing her to the bed. She struggled to breathe. Crying again. Anger was better, but it was melted down.

When she could move again, she shoved until he rolled onto his back. She fled to the bathroom. His semen trickled down her thigh.

This was so much more dangerous than she’d ever dreamed.

Julia let the field glasses drop. She could hardly believe what she’d just seen. Her hands shook, she was so horrified.

She had to shake herself back into action. She scrambled to her feet and made her way down the hill to Robin’s car. The girl hadn’t bothered to lock it. How convenient. Easy enough to set something up just in case she did.

Julia took a length of fishing twine from her bag, tied a noose and slipped the thing around the knob lock on the passenger’s side. Then she threaded it through the top of the window, and closed it, leaving a near invisible filament with a knot hanging out the top. She tested it with a gentle tug.

The lock popped open. Brilliant in its low tech simplicity. William would be proud of her. It would be nothing to just lean over the car as if she were unlocking it, give the thread a yank, and voilà.