Bad Things (Tristan & Danika #1)(58)

I giggled. Being teased made him grumpy, and I kind of loved it.

“First things first. Do you have any condoms?”

He groaned. “You aren’t on the pill?” he asked, sounding annoyed, which annoyed me.

“I am, but you’re wrapping it up for me anyway.”

“Why? I’m clean, and I know you are.”

I didn’t feel like listing all of the flaws in his logic. “The fact that you don’t want to wear a condom tells me that I want you to. Now where are they?”

“Fuck. They’re in the side pocket of my duffle bag.”

I found one easily. He had plenty, thank God.

I held the packet in my teeth as I climbed over him.

“I never ever ride bareback, Danika, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

I decided not to point out that riding bareback was just what he was trying to do, which made it pretty unlikely that he never did it.

“Please, let’s not argue about it,” I told him when I’d moved to straddle his thighs, the packet falling from my mouth. “I’m not doing this without one. It’s not negotiable.”

He let out a noisy breath. “Okay. I’m sorry. I was being an ass. I just want us skin on skin so bad…”

I ignored that last part, opening the wrapper of the condom. I held the tip as I rolled it on, loving the feel of his hardness as it jumped in my hands. I stroked him a few times for good measure, before he waved my hands off.

“I’m not coming again until I’m buried inside of you,” he groaned.

I loved the sound of that.

I climbed up his long body, rubbing my wet sex along his cock, readying us both to ease him inside of me.

I rose high on my knees to position him at my entrance.

I circled my hips in a sultry display before I began to impale myself onto his length slowly. He shut his eyes, and the look on his face was beyond gratifying.

I eased myself onto him, one slow inch at a time. There was no other way to do it, considering his size. I was slick with moisture, but I still felt a nearly painful stretch as I bore down on his length, the last few inches very nearly too much for me. I didn’t let that stop me, though. I was intent on rocking his world, and a bit of discomfort wasn’t going to hold me back.

His breath came in hard pants as I started up a relentless rhythm, my eyes on his face. I bit my lip as I pushed down hard enough that it felt like I’d bruised my insides.

I was gratified when I saw how fast I was taking him over the edge.

His neck arched back, and he almost shouted with his release.

I kept moving, riding out each spasm of his pleasure. Watching him lose it was almost as good as losing it myself.

His hands moved to my hips, and he looked almost angry as he met my gaze.

“Okay, that’s not happening again.” His voice was low and almost mean.

I was caught off guard. “What do you mean? Didn’t you enjoy it?”

“Of course I did. You saw that. But that isn’t happening again. I’d rather not get off at all than have you suffer through it, more concerned with impressing me, than enjoying this. It’s not a f**king competition, Danika.”

That threw me for a loop, and I found myself blushing hotly.

“Okay, new ground rules,” he growled, dislodging me with two firm hands on my hips.

“New ground rules?” I repeated. “What do you mean?”

“No over-thinking this, first of all.”

I knew exactly what he meant. I had been more in my head than in the moment, and whether we were dancing, swimming, or having sex, he could always seem to tell.

“Okay. Fine. What else?” I squared my jaw as I said it.

“I’m in charge.”

“Excuse me?”

“Because I don’t want this to be calculated for you.”

“What do you want, then?”

“I want you to let go. I want you to submit. I want to make you lose your mind. I want you to be so far gone that the only word left in your vocabulary is my name.”

A shot of pure heat ran through me. I licked my lips. “How are you going to do that?”

He rolled me onto my back, looming over me. His brow was furrowed, as though in deep thought. “It’s really too bad we don’t have any restraints around.”

My eyes widened. He liked to find new and interesting ways to surprise me.

“Do you have some sort of fetish? How did I miss this before? Aren’t there supposed to be warning signs for this sort of thing?”

He chuckled as he rose from the bed. My eyes stayed glued to him as he went into the bathroom, gloriously buck-ass naked.

“Are you going to find me some restraints, Master?” I called out.

“Oh, shush,” he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice.

I just lay there for the minutes it took him to clean up and join me again.

My eyes widened into huge saucers as he set more foil packets beside me on the bed.

“One. Two. Three. Four…” I counted, wondering if it was even possible we’d need them all.

He smiled, a flash of his straight white teeth. “I was being conservative. I can always get more out of my bag, when we come up for air.”

“Okay, now I know you’re shitting me.”