I can’t stop watching her as she jacks me off, her jaw a hard line as she pretends to look straight ahead as if she’s not giving me a casual hand job in the back of a car.
Thank the gods it’s dark, because I don’t know what to do, other than cover my mouth with my hand. She smirks and works her hand faster, somehow angling her fingers just right so that they graze my balls. I thrust up with every movement, bucking my hips as quietly as I can. She bites her lower lip and then turns her innocent, doe eyes to me.
Except she’s not innocent.
She can’t seem to get enough.
The thought of not being able to make any noise, to not talk to her or tell her what to do…fuck.I bite my hand as she tightens her grip, her movements slower and more intentional. I am at the mercy of whatever she does to me, and I can’t make a sound. She is in control, and I’ve never felt this vulnerable before, this exposed.
“Can we turn some music on?” Natalia asks, her voice soft and sleepy. I grit my teeth.Please don’t let Luca turn around. I forcefully drive into her hand, the friction overwhelming as the driver flicks on the radio. It buys us something—the rustling of the jacket is hidden, and it allows me to breathe a little heavier.
Suddenly, she moves her other hand over, and I throw my head back as she works one hand on my shaft, the other massaging the sensitive area right behind my balls. I’m going to explode everywhere, and I worry I won’t be able to contain my roar. My balls tighten, my erection growing harder as she quickens her pace. I’m about to grab on to her, letting her know, when she stops.
She just… stops completely.
I audibly moan this time, and Luca looks back as Natalia removes her hands. I’m grateful her navy jacket blends in with my black pants in the dark.
“You okay?” he asks me, and I calm my breathing.
“Yeah, sorry, just yawning.” I yawn loudly for good measure, and he turns back to his phone.
I turn to glare at Natalia, but she’s smiling and looking straight ahead again.
What the actual fuck just happened? Did she just cock tease me? I sit there for a few more seconds, waiting for her to finish, but she looks as though she’s perfectly content sitting there all prim and proper. I bare my teeth as I zip up my throbbing cock, and then I throw her jacket back to her, catching her by surprise. Luca looks back again for a second, and Natalia pretends to be looking out the window.
I’ve never hated and wanted someone all at once like this before—so infuriating, so fucking sexy. An angry storm is brewing between us. Maybe that’s what she wants—maybe she wants my anger again.
Fine.
If she wants to be punished, I can punish her. She has no idea what’s coming.
29
Natalia
I have to admit,seeing Anderson’s shocked face when I stopped right before he came was priceless. I’m not sure what made me do it—maybe I didn’t want to get his pants messy, or maybe I wanted him to come inside me again later. I clench my legs together as we pull up to the bed-and-breakfast, knowing that whatever the reason, I pissed him off. I can tell by the way he’s scowling out the window, his fists clenched at his side. An electric thrill runs through me, and I realize that I like the fire, the passion. I enjoy the wrath of Anderson Møllen, the edgy, sexy way he possesses me. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to go back to normal sex again.
Luca hops out of the car. Anderson and I follow. The lounge is open again, and a few people are scattered in the sitting room, sipping wine in the large, leather chairs.
“Do you guys want to get a drink?” Luca asks, gesturing to three free chairs. A very, very big part of me wants to automatically say no, but I decide against it. As much as my clit is throbbing, I want to make Anderson wait. I consider it payback for all the times he was a prick to me.
“Yeah, sure,” I say casually, smiling as I notice the way Anderson stops walking and glowers at me. His eyes narrow. We’re two people throwing the ball and hoping it lands in our court, but unfortunately, neither of us has a handle on this. We both want control, and yet the other person is unwilling to give it up.
“Sounds good,” Anderson taunts, and I realize instantly the mistake I made as his eyes rove over my body. If I can tease him, he can certainly tease me.
Luca insists we sit while he orders our drinks, and I choose the seat farthest from the other lounge occupants. Anderson sits next to me, and once Luca is out of earshot, he turns to me and leans forward.
“Do you think you’re being funny?” he snarls. “I am going to fucking come in my pants if I can’t have you soon. Is that what you want?”
His words plow through me, causing my chest to flush instantly. I smile and lean back.
“It’d be pretty fucking funny to see you jizz in your pants, if I’m being hones—”
I can’t finish the sentence, because he scoots his chair closer and runs his hand up my thigh, eye fucking me. I look around quickly, but no one is paying attention. With the way he’s angled—his back to the rest of the room—he’s hiding me from view.
“Is it a game?” he asks, cocking his head as his hand slides between my legs, causing them to spring open. “Is that what this is?” I clutch the sides of the chair tightly as he rubs me, slowly—so agonizingly slowly. I buck my hips slightly, but he makes a clicking sound with his tongue. “Two can play this game, Natalia.”
I swallow thickly. “You think you can get me off in the two minutes until Luca comes back?” I ask, my voice uneven and frenzied as his palm cups me. He can, but I want to hear him say it.
