“No,” I answer with a sigh. “Possibly someone I upset with my work or something.” I shrug, trying to look nonchalant. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“That better be fuckin’ true.” His nostrils flare, and anger fills his voice. He grabs my chin with both hands and leans closer to me. “I. Do. Not. Share.”
“Really?” It’s so not the time to drag out all the things I’ve heard, but out of nowhere, I turn into a petty bitch. “That’s not what I’ve heard.”
I shouldn’t start this by attacking him, but if it’ll get me out of my little predicament…
The muscle in his jaw ticks, and his eyes turn bright. “Really?” His tongue peeks out to lick his lips. “What did you hear?”
We’re playing again, so I make narrow my eyes, looking up at him through my lashes. “That you love to share. That you like threesomes. Of all kinds.”
He slowly pushes into my space. Inch by inch.
“What else did you hear?”
I let my eyes roam his torso slowly before returning to his face. “That you like a good cock too?”
I don’t know how I braved up enough to ask that question—it’s so very personal—but I’m curious.
“Will it change anything if I did?”
I think before I answer. “No. It wouldn’t.”
“Good.” The corner of his lips quirk up. “But I don’t like a dick in my ass. Nor will I like any dick other than mine in yours.”
“Presumptuous,” I say on an exhale, his face still near mine. “Do you think yours is so good I’ll want to stick with it?”
His smile turns mad. His hand shoots behind my head, and he wraps my hair around his fist, pulling my head back and exposing my neck. I try to swallow, but it’s hard in this position.
“Too bad for you, because that’s the only one you’ll be getting.” He presses his lips to my jugular and nips at the taut skin. My pussy clenches, loving the feeling. Or maybe his words.
“And what if I don’t agree with that,” I breathe out, expecting an outburst from him. Hoping it’ll be directed at me.
He lets out a guttural growl, and a gush of liquid runs down my thighs. I don’t remember ever being so aroused that my body produced enough liquid for a month-long sex marathon for ten people at once.
“Then I’ll fuck you until you change your mind,” he says, and my body liquefies.
He yanks my head back, bringing his lips back to my neck and sucks. Hard. It’s not for my pleasure, it’s for his. The primitive marking of a man.
And I’m loving it.
“Promises,” I croak, and he yanks my hair harder.
Grabbing my chin in his hand and holding my head back by my hair, he kneels beside me. It’s a vulnerable position for me, and I’ve never been in it before—so dominated—but I’m curious to see where it will go.
“Do you think you can take it?” He leans down to me.
“Do you think you can deliver?” My throat is dry. My nostrils full of his scent. My insides too empty.
“We shall see.” His lips graze over mine.
I’m anticipating the kiss too much, and I open my mouth, hoping he’ll meet me there. But he doesn’t. Instead, his lips tease mine with butterfly-like kisses before he retracts. I want to follow, but he’s holding me firmly in place.
“Not so fast,” he breathes, fanning my rapidly sweating temple with his breath.
He squeezes his fist tighter, making my scalp hurt. My lips part, letting out a tiny moan. His mouth lands on my chin, and he begins tracing the line of my jaw with light kisses. He bites my earlobe and blows cold air on it.
A shudder quakes my body.
