Brutal Obsession (73)

Whatever she took last night has done its job. First the high, then the crash.

So she doesn’t move when I pull her panties down either, exposing her pink pussy. The hair is trimmed and neat. She’s already wet—dreaming about me, I hope. I touch one of her outer lips, tracing the hot skin down and back up on the other side.

I lick my lips and lean forward, crawling between her legs. Her face is still angelic, peaceful. Relaxed. I rarely see her without some sort of pinched, exasperated expression. Even when she comes, she holds back.

It’s irritating.

On some surface level, I get it. We don’t trust each other. We can barely tolerate each other most times. But then there are times when all I want to do is get close enough to her to climb into her skin.

I don’t understand it.

I press a kiss to the inside of her thigh. Her legs are open, and she doesn’t react to my touch. Not yet. I slide a finger inside her, my gaze going from her cunt to her face. Over and over. I thrust in and out, curling the finger when it’s in her. Then add another one. She shifts at that, as my digits stretch her a bit.

I add another, then lean forward and taste her. She’s sweet. A hint of salt, of sweat. I lick her, then focus on her clit. My hand doesn’t stop moving. I nibble on her clit and keep the pressure. My focus is on her body, her face.

She squirms, and her muscles clench at my fingers.

When she comes, it’s beautiful.

Her mouth opens. Her back arches off the bed, pushing her breasts up. Her nipples are hard and pebbled, poking through the thin shirt.

Violet lets out a whimper, and she shivers. The orgasm overwhelms her.

I hope she’s having a good dream.

I slowly pull my fingers out, but my cock is rock-hard. Without thinking, I climb up, kick my shorts off, and thrust into her.

Hard.

Her eyes fly open, her expression transforming from sleepy to surprised. I don’t think she recognizes me. It’s still a little dark in the room, not quite sunrise, and she shoves at my chest.

I capture her wrists and pin them beside her head.

“Easy,” I say in her ear. “Just me.”

“Grey,” she groans. “Get off me.”

“Get out of you?” I roll my hips, eliciting another groan from her pretty mouth. “Really?”

She wriggles beneath me, and I hold her wrists harder. I start again, because her cunt squeezing my cock is going to make me lose control too soon. When I move, she stops. She blinks rapidly and stares up at me, squinting.

“Did you have a good dream?” I smirk at her.

Her pulse is quick under my fingertips. The hickeys on her neck are darker now.

There’s no hiding what I did.

“You—”

“I taste like you, if you don’t believe me.” I kiss her. I don’t give her a choice.

None of this is her choice—but it doesn’t stop either of us from chasing the feeling.

I pry her lips open and sweep my tongue into her mouth. Her morning breath isn’t too bad, surprisingly. I guess I always assumed that everyone woke up with dragon breath. I brushed mine before I snooped through her phone.

But no… I kind of like it.

Did Jack kiss her with morning breath? Or did she insist on rushing to the bathroom before they had any sort of intimacy?

My dick gets even harder at the thought that I’m experiencing Violet unmasked. Our kiss turns fierce. I bite her lip, drag my teeth down her flesh. She jerks her wrists against my hold and puts up a fight for a second. A minute.

Fire burns between us. She tears her lips from mine and twists her head to the side, kissing down my neck. The touch is electric jolts going up and down my spine. She marks me the same way I’ve marked her. Savage, then soft. Until I can’t take it anymore.

My balls tighten, and I slam inside her one more time. I still, coming hard, and a few moments later, I relax.

I loosen my grip on her wrists.

She rubs her face. “You can’t do that.”

“What?” I stay inside her. I like the feeling too much. Not that she’s in any real hurry to get me off her. She’s practically molded into the mattress. “I can’t make you come? Or I can’t…?”

“You can’t not use a condom.”

I smirk. “Why not?”

“Because you could have an STI—”

“I don’t.” I frown. “I get tested. I’m not a Neanderthal.”

“Uh-huh.” She reaches out and runs her hand along my jaw. “I have the worst headache.”

“Lucky for you, I have something for that.” I slip out of her and stand, but I get caught in another trance. Her pussy is fucking captivating, I’ll say that much. And the way my cum seeps out… I go back to her and push two fingers inside her.

She rises on her elbows and watches me.

I look up and rub her clit again.

“I’m sore.” She tries to push my hand away.

“Too fucking bad.” Her body is an instrument I’m quickly learning how to play. And I’m enjoying the ride. The way her thighs quiver and her hands grip the sheets. There’s a slight sheen of sweat on her collarbone.

I push her shirt up with my free hand and cup her tit. I pinch her nipple—not hard, just enough to make it stand even more at attention.