know?”
“Well, good for you. So do I.” I reach around him to grab my door handle but he blocks me. “What? Now I can’t go home?”
He bumps his hip into my hand. “Not without me.”
“Desperation doesn’t look good on you, babe. Kind of a mood killer,” I quip, pushing him back so I can open the door.
“This isn’t desperate. This is a man going after what he wants. And if you’ll stop fighting it for one minute…” He grabs me and pins me to the car. “You’ll realize it’s what you want, too.” He stares intently at me, brushing my hair back behind my ears.
My body shivers at feeling his touch again, responding to him immediately, and giving myself away. I try to deny it, but it’s obvious my body craves more of him.
“And what is it you want, Drew? I can’t give you any of that relationship crap. I don’t commit, and I don’t let a guy control me, ever. You were my one exception, and it’s not going to happen again,” I say firmly, looking into his eyes so he takes me seriously.
“I’ll take you anyway I can get you, Doll. Whether it’s one more night…or a month. But I want it. I want all of it. I’m not a guy who begs, either. But I’m also not the type of guy to let something go that both of us need.”
He brings his hands to my neck, softly rubbing. He leans in brushing his lips against mine as if to ask for permission. I give in and kiss him, letting his tongue massage mine. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him in closer to me. Having his strong hands on me makes me feel weak, as if his hands are meant to hold me up. His words repeat in my head, and for a minute, I doubt I can do this, but as his body presses harder against mine, feeling him and feeling my arousal for him, I know I can’t deny what my body truly wants— him .
“Get in,” I say, breaking the kiss.
I speed home, unable to think. I realize the less I think, the less I talk myself out of this. I like Drew. Well, I like him enough to invite him back to my apartment again.
I open the door and am relieved to see that Laney isn’t home. I hope this means she’s finally decided to talk to Eric.
“Well, come in,” I say, waving my hand inside. He slowly follows me in. I drop my bag and keys on the table.
“So, do I get to see it?” he asks, standing casually next to me.
I furrow my eyebrows at him. “See what?”
“Your vibrator,” he says plainly.
“Depends…”
“On what?”
“On if you plan to use it or not?”
“That depends…”
“On?”
“You.”
“On me, huh? Well, if you do the job right, I won’t need it at all.” I smirk.
He grabs me and hoists me in the air lifting me over his shoulders like a child.
“What the hell are you doing?” I screech, smacking his ass.
“You just challenged me. Now I must prove myself.”
“That wasn’t a challenge,” I defend. “Not that I mind, but really, it was just a statement.”
He sets me down as soon as we enter my bedroom. “Challenge or not…I’m not wasting another second.”
His eyes look hungry, desperate. He mouth is on mine before I can respond. His greedy hands are stripping my clothes off, throwing my shirt across the room, grabbing my zipper and yanking my pants down. He playfully throws me on the bed and pulls my panties down. I lay there willingly as I watch him. He lays over me, leaning his hands on the mattress to hold himself up, yet close enough to crash his mouth against mine.
I instantly wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer. He doesn’t budge, rather he brings his hands to his pants and unbuttons them. I bring one hand down and pull his dick out, ready and hard.
“Ohhh, fucking hell,” he moans as I wrap my hand around his hard cock. He kicks his pants the rest of the way down, brushing them away.
“I’m handcuffing you this time,” I say as I stroke him. I figure he can’t control me when I’m the one putting him in an orgasmic bliss.
“Unless you’re handcuffing me to you, I
“Well, good for you. So do I.” I reach around him to grab my door handle but he blocks me. “What? Now I can’t go home?”
He bumps his hip into my hand. “Not without me.”
“Desperation doesn’t look good on you, babe. Kind of a mood killer,” I quip, pushing him back so I can open the door.
“This isn’t desperate. This is a man going after what he wants. And if you’ll stop fighting it for one minute…” He grabs me and pins me to the car. “You’ll realize it’s what you want, too.” He stares intently at me, brushing my hair back behind my ears.
My body shivers at feeling his touch again, responding to him immediately, and giving myself away. I try to deny it, but it’s obvious my body craves more of him.
“And what is it you want, Drew? I can’t give you any of that relationship crap. I don’t commit, and I don’t let a guy control me, ever. You were my one exception, and it’s not going to happen again,” I say firmly, looking into his eyes so he takes me seriously.
“I’ll take you anyway I can get you, Doll. Whether it’s one more night…or a month. But I want it. I want all of it. I’m not a guy who begs, either. But I’m also not the type of guy to let something go that both of us need.”
He brings his hands to my neck, softly rubbing. He leans in brushing his lips against mine as if to ask for permission. I give in and kiss him, letting his tongue massage mine. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him in closer to me. Having his strong hands on me makes me feel weak, as if his hands are meant to hold me up. His words repeat in my head, and for a minute, I doubt I can do this, but as his body presses harder against mine, feeling him and feeling my arousal for him, I know I can’t deny what my body truly wants— him .
“Get in,” I say, breaking the kiss.
I speed home, unable to think. I realize the less I think, the less I talk myself out of this. I like Drew. Well, I like him enough to invite him back to my apartment again.
I open the door and am relieved to see that Laney isn’t home. I hope this means she’s finally decided to talk to Eric.
“Well, come in,” I say, waving my hand inside. He slowly follows me in. I drop my bag and keys on the table.
“So, do I get to see it?” he asks, standing casually next to me.
I furrow my eyebrows at him. “See what?”
“Your vibrator,” he says plainly.
“Depends…”
“On what?”
“On if you plan to use it or not?”
“That depends…”
“On?”
“You.”
“On me, huh? Well, if you do the job right, I won’t need it at all.” I smirk.
He grabs me and hoists me in the air lifting me over his shoulders like a child.
“What the hell are you doing?” I screech, smacking his ass.
“You just challenged me. Now I must prove myself.”
“That wasn’t a challenge,” I defend. “Not that I mind, but really, it was just a statement.”
He sets me down as soon as we enter my bedroom. “Challenge or not…I’m not wasting another second.”
His eyes look hungry, desperate. He mouth is on mine before I can respond. His greedy hands are stripping my clothes off, throwing my shirt across the room, grabbing my zipper and yanking my pants down. He playfully throws me on the bed and pulls my panties down. I lay there willingly as I watch him. He lays over me, leaning his hands on the mattress to hold himself up, yet close enough to crash his mouth against mine.
I instantly wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer. He doesn’t budge, rather he brings his hands to his pants and unbuttons them. I bring one hand down and pull his dick out, ready and hard.
“Ohhh, fucking hell,” he moans as I wrap my hand around his hard cock. He kicks his pants the rest of the way down, brushing them away.
“I’m handcuffing you this time,” I say as I stroke him. I figure he can’t control me when I’m the one putting him in an orgasmic bliss.
“Unless you’re handcuffing me to you, I
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