“Right.” Her head tilted again to give him better access, and his stomach dipped in arousal. The way she submitted to him... Fuck, it was so hot. “It’s all your fault.”
“All my fault,” he echoed, trailing his tongue up to her ear, where he nibbled on her lobe. He released the counter and pushed up the baggy T-shirt she was wearing to hook his thumbs into the top of her leggings and the band of her underwear.HisT-shirt, he realized, and the thought made him growl with satisfaction.
Actuallygrowl. Not a human sound. Maybe he should have been concerned about that, but he wasn’t. He was more interested in how ridiculously sexy it was when Iris arched her back and stuck her ass out as he slid her pants and underwear down her hips.
The angle wasn’t quite right against the kitchen counter, but a quick glance over his shoulder told him the table would do nicely. Wrapping his arms around her middle, he scooped her up from behind, took two steps, and then set her down, pressing a palm between her shoulder blades until she was bent over, her front half draped across the wooden surface.
“Fuck, that’s hot. Damn.”
“Meph...”
“Look at you, all spread out for me.” His voice was gravel. He shoved her shirt up to her waist, spread her ass cheeks, and dragged his fingers up the center of her pussy. “You’re so wet for me, and I haven’t even touched you yet. Fucking love that.”
She whimpered.Irisdid. It was music to his ears. Forget Ash and Eva’s whole jazz shtick, this was the best sound in the universe.
“My little witch wants me bad, doesn’t she?”
He kept teasing her with his fingers, standing back and enjoying the sight of her bent over the table. The snake tattoo that spiraled up her spine was just visible beneath her shirt, so he shoved it up a little higher.
“She’s been waiting all day to get fucked.”
“Meph, you dickhead—”
“That’s what you want? My dick? You dirty little slut.”
“I want to punch you,” she snarled.
He laughed. Damn, she had fire, and he thoroughly enjoyed stoking it. “I want to spank you,” he countered, and then he did just that, making her moan again.
Shoving his sweats down enough to free his cock, he gripped himself and rubbed his shaft up and down her pussy, spreading her wetness around, spending an extra moment grinding against her clit.
She moaned helplessly, fingers flexing against the polished wood. “Meph...”
It was a plea, but he was a cruel bastard, and he wasn’t going to make this easy on her. “Tell me what you want, baby.”
“No bloody way.”
“Say it or you don’t get it.”
“I swear to god, Meph, I will make you pay for this.”
He grinned, blood pumping with exhilaration and sheer fucking delight. He loved sparring like this with her. He loved her feistiness and how it made it all the more delicious when she finally submitted to him. And she would submit. He could tell already by the way she writhed on the table, desperate for him to fill her.
“Just think,” he murmured, still rubbing up and down her pussy, which was so wet his hand was soaked now too, “I could already be inside you so deep. All you have to do is tell me what you want. Say the words, and you’ll get your reward.”
She tilted her hips and tried to shove back on him, but he held himself out of reach.
“Say it.” Fuck, it was getting harder to control himself, harder to play his own game when he was just as desperate as she was.
“I want your cock, you bastard!” she snapped. “Inside me. Now, damn it.”
A smile cracked his face. “Say please.”
“Fuck you!”
He aligned himself with her entrance and pushed in just a little, jerking his hips back when she tried again to shove onto him again with a frustrated growl. She was sounding more and more like a pissed-off cat.
“Please! Please, for the love of god, will you just shut up and fuck m—”
