Resist Me(19)

She didn’t smell the same. The stench from the biker bar had almost washed out her perfume. I hadn’t been able to be near a woman who wore the same scent without growing hard.

Her mouth was unforgettable. The way it moved across my skin, devouring my lips, and took all of me was something I could never wipe from my mind.

She moaned as I swept my tongue against hers. I nipped her lips, drawing them into my mouth and sucking with enough pressure to cause them to be swollen tomorrow. I wanted her to remember where I’d been.

Moving my hand away from her face, I let it fall to her neck, feeling her pulse race under my palm. What started as a plan had turned into something more, something that could swallow us whole and suck us in so deep we wouldn’t be able to turn back. She dug her nails into my back, scraping down, and rested her hand just above my ass.

As she whimpered in my mouth, pushing her leg against my dick, I pulled back and looked at her. “You want me? “ I asked, resting my forehead against hers.

Breathing raggedly, she swallowed and answered, “Yes,” as she slid her hand down to my ass and squeezed.

I smirked, moving myself on top of her before taking her lips again. I captured her moans and tiny whimpers in my mouth as I pushed my cock against her G-string, driving her closer to the edge.

“James, my hand,” she whispered, grinding her pussy against me. “Please. I want to touch you.”

I was tempted to free her hand. I wanted to feel her fingers roam my skin and her fingernails scratch down my back, but I hadn’t been born yesterday.

Sliding my tongue down her neck, I latched on to the sensitive spot near her collarbone. She cried out, flinching from the pressure of the bite. I fisted the thin scrap of lace she thought was underwear, ripped it from her skin, and tossed it on my floor.

She sucked in a quick breath, pushing her hips into me. “Hand,” she whimpered.

Hearing her beg made my dick harder than it had been before. I could feel her wetness against my length as I feasted on her skin. She was right where I wanted her—horny and ready to take all of me.

Placing my hands on either side of her, I captured her lips, moving my hips to glide against her heat. I backed away, stared in her eyes, and pushed myself off her.

As I stood, her eyes grew wide and she pulled at the restraints. “What the fuck?” she thundered.

“I know your game, Izzy,” I replied as I walked toward my bed.

She kicked the mattress and grunted. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. Get your ass over here and finish what you started.”

I smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed, my cock standing at attention, and looked at her. “You started it. You only want me to take off the handcuffs, and that shit ain’t happening.”

“I wanted you, James.” She stilled in the bed and stared at the ceiling.

“You’ll get me when you’re not trying to play me for a fool.”

“I wasn’t,” she pleaded, closing her eyes and exhaling.

“The next time you have me, you’ll be begging for it, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll give it to you.”

“I won’t beg.”

I smiled, fisting my shaft as I stroked the length. “I won’t fuck you again until you’re begging for me to fuck you. Fuck you like I did months ago.”

She turned toward me, her eyes staring at my dick. “I won’t beg.”

I continued to move my hands up and down, teasing myself just as much. “You. Will. Beg.”

“You’re an asshole. I’ve never begged a man for cock,” she said through gritted teeth with her body uncovered and on full display.

“Those were boys, Izzy. I’m a man. I remember how hard you came with me, how many times you came on my cock and in my mouth. You fuckin’ loved it.”

“I was drunk,” she protested, stroking the space between her breasts with her fingertips as she moved them up to her neck and traced the same path down toward her belly button.

Sweet fucking Jesus, watching her touch herself made me want to the throw my brilliant plan out the window and fuck her senseless.

Her olive skin was highlighted with tattoos. Most of her tattoos were hidden from public view. They were for her personal enjoyment. She had a dragon down her left ribcage with the word “Gallo” underneath. Near her left breast, she had an intricate hibiscus flower in vibrant reds and oranges. The leaves and vines wrapped around her breast, almost cradling it. For a tattoo artist, she hadn’t overdone the artwork yet.

Her piercings captured my attention the most. Her nipples and the hood just above her clit were pierced. I wanted to yank on it with my teeth and scrape against her clit, causing her to chant my name. The small piercings hanging from her nipples had me fantasizing about the ways I could put them to use. I imagined restraining her using those alone. Fuck, I needed to stop thinking about fucking her.