Instead of recovering, like we both know he easily could’ve, he wraps his hands around my waist at the last minute and lets the force of my shove pull us both down to the mat.
I land on top of Cyrus and our foreheads knock together on impact. I pull back, scowling down at him as I rub the sting away. “God, Cyrus.” I growl, wiggling to try to untangle myself from his hold. “What the fuck is your prob—”
My eyes widen and I lose all train of thought as I feelsomethingharden underneath me.
Seeing my obvious reaction, Cyrus flashes me a grin. “What’s the matter, Princess?” He gloats, releasing his hold to wrap his arms behind his head. “Big cock got your tongue?”
For a moment, I’m drunk on the thought of all the dirty things he could do to me in this room, but the smug grin on his face sobers me up.No. He caught me off guard, but I won’t let it happen again.
I glare down at him and put on my best bored expression. “Hardly.” I huff, ignoring the impressive bulge pressing against me. “It isn’t anything that exciting.”
His cocky grin fades and the expression behind his eyes transforms. Instead of my insult pushing him away, like I expected it to, I see the unmistakable gleam of challenge in his eyes.
Without saying another word, his hands latch onto my hips and he grinds my body up and down his hard bulge once. The layers of fabric between us should dull the sensation, but it’s almost as if the barriers between us heighten it. My pussy painfully throbs, yearning for the temptation he’s dangling in front of us.
Cyrus releases my hips and studies my expression. “Everything okay, P?” He asks, feigning innocence as he tries to hold back his smile. “You look a little… unsettled.”
“I’m fine.” I bite back, planting my feet on the ground to stand up. Cyrus latches onto my hips and grinds my body against his cock again, and my mind turns into jelly.Fuck.I think, shaking my head.How can someone so infuriating feel this good?
“You want me.” Cyrus notes, as deliciously glides my covered pussy up and down the length of his cock. “You’re just too fucking angry to admit it.”
He’s right. I am angry. At him. At myself. At the world. But feeling his cock harden underneath me is the best kind of distraction and honestly, my anger is the last thing on my mind.
“Admit it, Princess.” He taunts, sliding my hips against him at a painfully slow pace. “You want this. All you have to do is say the word…” He trails off, jutting his hips forward for emphasis. “And this cock is yours.”
Cyrus slides my center down his covered cock so slowly that for a second it feels like time has stopped. My pussy throbs and the pain is borderline excruciating. All I can think about is more. More movement, more sensation, more of him. “Cy, please.” I plead, looking up into his eyes. “I need this.”
Even though he coaxed it out of me, I mean what I’m saying; I need this. In more ways than he could imagine. I’ve been so disconnected from everyone. So consumed with my anger that I’m starting to feel like I’m losing myself. I need him to help me release some of this anger before it swallows me whole.
“Fuck.” He groans, pulling me in for a sensual kiss before yanking off his t-shirt. “I thought you’d never ask.”
I kiss him back and allow our tongues to swirl against each other before pinning his lower lip between my teeth. “You’re such a dick.” I say, releasing his lip as I gather the edge of my hoodie in my hands and toss it over my head.
“I am.” He admits, with a nod of his head. “But a sick part of you loves it.”
I pull him in again for another kiss and can’t help but grin. He’s right. He infuriates me. But a part of me, the dick-matized, masochistic, crazy part, loves everything about it. Cyrus has this innate magnetism that pulls people in, and even when I try to fight it, I know there’s no real point. I could try to escape, but I’ll always find a way back into his pull.
I stare into his emerald eyes as my fingers run along the hard ridges of his bare, tattooed stomach. The heat in his stare is enough to start a fire, but that isn’t what makes me turn away. Beyond the fire and beyond the lust, I see a look in Cy’s eyes I’ve never seen before. Something deeper. More sacred. Something that feels a lot like love.
Instead of dwelling on what this could mean for us, I close my eyes and allow myself to fall back into the moment. Whatever this is, or whatever this means, doesn’t matter. All that matters is what we want and the friction building between our bodies.
Cyrus grinds my body against his harder and even though we’re still partially clothed, it feels innately dirty. Like we’re doing something we shouldn’t. I plant my hands against his chest and grind against him harder, letting out a little moan every time his cock rubs against my sensitive clit in just the right way.
Cyrus slaps my ass with a crack of his wrist and smirks. “These,” He remarks, rubbing away the sting. “Fucking sexy.”
He wraps his hands around my ass and grips the stretchy black fabric of my shorts tightly. With no effort at all, he rips it down the seam, leaving a massive hole in the center. He does the same with my thong, nearly ripping it off of my body completely. Cold air hits my sensitive pussy and my whole body shivers.
He wraps his hands around my ass and grips the stretchy black fabric of my shorts tightly. With no effort at all, he rips it down the seam, leaving a massive hole in the center. He does the same with my thong, nearly ripping it off of my body completely. Cold air hits my sensitive pussy and my whole body shivers.
He wraps his hands around my ass and grips the stretchy black fabric of my shorts tightly. With no effort at all, he rips it down the seam, leaving a massive hole in the center. He does the same with my thong, nearly ripping it off of my body completely. Cold air hits my sensitive sex, making my eyelashes flutter and my whole body shiver.
He wraps his hands around my ass and grips the stretchy black fabric of my shorts tightly. With no effort at all, rips it down the seam, leaving a massive hole in the center. He does the same with my thong, nearly ripping it off of my body completely. Cold air hits my sensitive sex, making my eyelashes flutter and my whole body shiver.
He wraps his hands around my ass and grips the stretchy black fabric and with no effort at all, rips it down the seam, leaving a massive hole in the center. He does the same with my thong, nearly ripping it off of my body completely. Cold air hits my sensitive sex, making my eyelashes flutter and my whole body shiver.
He wraps his hands around my ass. He grips the stretchy black fabric and with no effort at all, rips it down the seam, leaving a massive hole in the center. He does the same with my thong, nearly ripping it off of my body completely. Cold air hits my sensitive sex, making my eyelashes flutter and my whole body shiver.
“Don’t worry, Princess.” Cyrus says, reaching between us to slap my bare pussy. “I’ll buy you new ones.”
