What the hell?
It looked like a disaster area. Knocked-over dining table chairs, scattered records, and DVDs next to a broken shelf, couch cushions all over the place. There were stains on the floor and an overturned wine bottle next to them, along with my clothes from last night. I looked down, realizing I was completely naked.
What in God’s name happened?
Dry throat forgotten, I flopped down on the couch, feeling both nauseated and disoriented at the same time. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to clear my head. Memories from last night flooded through my brain and the room started spinning.
“You like it when I fuck you hard? Tell me, Julia. Fucking tell me!”
My voice still echoed in my head. Had I said that to her?
Oh, no, no, no!
I scrambled around for a few seconds before I ran to the bedroom. The bed was empty.
She isn’t here.
Where was she? Had I hurt her? I closed my eyes and tried to remember everything that had happened last night. The details were more than a little fuzzy.
After the doorbell rang, I had run to the door, finding Julia outside. Without thinking, I’d grabbed her and pulled her inside before slamming the door behind me.
“Stephen, what’s going on?” she laughed. “Holy shit! Are you drunk?”
“You noticed, huh? Want to know why I’m drunk, Julia?” I asked, unbuttoning her coat.
She nodded.
“I’m drunk because of you, you little witch,” I slurred. “Because you drive me fucking crazy.”
“I do?” she asked with a coy smile.
“Don’t play games with me, little girl,” I seethed. “You know perfectly well what you did when you sent me those messages!”
I opened her coat and gawked at her. Underneath, she was only wearing her underwear, a matching set in black lace. I pulled the coat off her and dropped it on the floor. She looked a little nervous, and I liked it. No, I fucking loved it. For once, I was the one calling the shots.
“I’m sorry, Stephen,” she said, looking up at me contritely.
“I don’t believe you. You did that on purpose to toy with me, didn’t you?” I asked, pressing her against the wall. “You like it when I get turned on, don’t you?”
She nodded.
“Do you feel that?” I asked, pushing my erection against her stomach. “You succeeded. What are you going to do about it?”
“Whatever you want,” she whispered, raising her chin as if to challenge me.
I stared into her eyes, her beautiful blue eyes that held so many secrets I wanted to uncover. Her breathing had sped up and I could see that her nipples were hard underneath the lace of her bra. I wanted her like crazy.
“Whatever I want?” I murmured. “I want you to say that you’re sorry and mean it.”
Her eyes flared. “No.”
I grabbed her breasts and pressed her against the wall. My lips were inches from hers.
“Say it,” I demanded.
“No,” she moaned, arching her back and pressing her breasts into my hands. Her refusal both excited and angered me. Picking her up easily, I wrapped her legs around my waist.
“Say you’re sorry,” I whispered in her ear, grinding myself against her. “Say it and…and I’ll fuck you.”
She made the most erotic sound, a desperate little whine, grinding her hips to gain more friction. I had to have her. Somehow, I managed to undo my pants and push down my boxers while holding her up. Gripping the flimsy fabric of her underwear in my fist, I looked at her again.
“You want me, don’t you?” I asked.
She nodded, leaning in to kiss me.
“No, not until you say it,” I scolded, tightening my grip.
“I can’t.”
I tugged down roughly, tearing the lace, and inhaled sharply when I felt her naked, wet folds. She wanted this as badly as I did.
“Say it! Say you’re sorry for toying with me, Julia,” I ordered. “You knew I was out on a date and you did it anyway. Say you’re sorry!”
“I can’t!” she cried out.
“Why not?” I yelled.
“Because I’m not fucking sorry. I wanted you to think about me!” she shouted, pulling my face to hers.
We had never kissed like this before. It was desperate and frantic. We were practically devouring each other. Scrambling around for a moment, I opened her with my fingers and thrust into her, burying myself in her heat.
“Fuck!” she cried out, holding on to my shoulders as I pounded into her.
“You think I don’t think about you?” I panted. “You’re in my head constantly.” I tightened my hold on her hips and claimed her mouth in a fierce kiss. “I dream about you at night, about doing this with you, Julia.”