Bad Things(69)
“Deal,” I agreed, before he’d even finished talking.
He laughed, pushing his shorts down.
I gasped, my eyes widening when I got a good look at his jutting erection. I’d known he was big, I’d felt just how big, but just then it looked intimidating, it was so huge, nearly as thick as my wrist and arching up to his navel. I tried to reassure myself that it was just the lighting.
His mouth twisted ruefully when he saw the look on my face. “Don’t worry, we’ll fit.”
I nodded, but I wasn’t quite convinced.
He sprawled onto his back on the bed, folding his arms behind his head. “Your turn.”
I nodded again, eyes still wide on his thick length.
My hand darted out, my fingers wrapping around him before he could see my intent.
He sucked in a rough breath as I gripped him.
My fingers could just touch, which alleviated some of my tension. At least I could grip him with one hand.
I pumped at him once with my fist, and a spurt of pre-cum escaped from his tip.
He pushed my hand away, cursing. “That’s not in the plans tonight, Danika. My control is shot to hell as it is. Now, where’s my striptease?”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
I stood, sending him a wicked smile. I drew it out longer than he had, inching my shirt up slowly, teasingly uncovering my skin, inch by slow inch.
I tossed my shirt on the floor, cupping my breasts as I bared them. I was encouraged by the pained look on his face as I moved closer, my steps slow and sultry.
“You did say striptease,” I explained, biting my lip as I fondled myself, my expression taunting.
“I did,” he bit out. “But you still need to keep stripping.”
I did, pushing my tiny shorts down even more slowly than I’d peeled my top up.
“I love your body,” he told me as I inched the shorts just below my hipbones. “It’s perfect. You have the sexiest little hips in the world.”
I practically glowed at the praise. No one could do compliments like Tristan. He said things that put me on cloud nine for days, and I knew I’d remember those words long after this was over.
I gave one last teasing little shimmy before I let my shorts fall to the floor.
I moved to the bed, propping one foot up near where his feet were pointing. I touched myself, circling my clit, letting him see how wet he’d made me, when things like that usually embarrassed me. The usual shame associated with sex had disappeared for me, with Tristan.
“Come closer,” he growled. “I can do that for you.”
“I want to ride you first this time,” I told him, ignoring his request.
“Fine, if that’s what you want. Just get the f*ck over here.”
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.