finger.
"You should get used to the idea that I like you," he whispers. "I like spending time with you."
I let out a girly chuckle. "Charmer."
"So, what are you in the mood for?" he repeats his query. "Food wise."
"You're not even giving me the option to go home?" I retort.
"No. I can't let you have that choice right now," he breathes, shaking his head. "I am not done with you yet."
I sigh. As intimidating and possessive as his remark is, I cannot help but feel seduced by it. To be wanted like this is deliciously agitating.
It gives me the confidence to be honest about my cravings.
"Pizza?" I whisper. "I could really go for pizza..."
"That sounds great," he whispers.
He grabs me by the side and leans over. His lips find mine with surprising intuition. He is claiming me with force, his grip tightening around me while he positions himself on top of me. Both of us are still naked, lying skin on skin while our bodies crave each other.
His hand wanders down to my hip and gently pushes it up against his. I can feel him harden between my legs and instinctively spread them for him.
He moans and lifts both my arms up above my head.
"I should tie you up like this and fuck you silly," he breathes.
"Why don't you?" I reply, breathing heavily with excitement.
He squints at me. "You would like that, wouldn't you?"
"Yes," I hiss.
I convolve beneath him, eagerly rubbing my pelvis against his hardening member.
"Good," he whispers. He plants an innocent kiss on my forehead. "I like you wet and hungry for me."
And with that, he lets me go and rolls over, climbing out of bed so quickly that I don't even get a chance to hold him back.
The sight of his hard cock on that buff, tempting body of his doesn't exactly help matters.
He fetches his pants and quickly jumps into them, while I remain on the bed, naked and in heat. My cheeks blush with arousal, and I am still breathing heavily.
"Let's order that pizza," he suggests, offering me his hand to get out of bed.
I frown at him. "God, you're mean."
He grins. "I know."
I reject his offer and climb out of bed by myself.
"Where are my clothes?" I ask, realizing that I haven't worn any all day. I was pretty much naked when I woke up, and I never put on anything but the robe after my shower.
"You don't need clothes," he replies. "The robe should be enough for now."
I cast him a skeptical look. "Please. I would really like to wear... something."
He shrugs. "No."
I gasp with indignation, which causes the smug smile on his face to grow even wider.
"Come," he says, taking my hand to lead me out of the room. "I am starving, too. That pizza sounds perfect right now."
Chapter Sixteen
According to Cedric, there is a certain etiquette that does not allow for pizza to be eaten with fork and knife but only by hand while sitting on a couch with one's legs curled up.
"Ideally, we would add a few cans of beer," he defines. "But I don't want you getting sleepy too soon. Beer does that."
He sits next to me, holding up a large slice of cheesy crust pizza up to his face. Despite his detailed definition of the correct way to do this, his legs are not curled up as mine are but placed on the coffee table in front of the sofa.
I am wearing nothing but a robe, just as he wished. It still bothers me that he won't tell me where my clothes are. Then again, the blouse and skirt from last night wouldn't be the most comfortable option for lounging around anyways. And my pantyhose are ripped. That is going to be one long walk of shame home.
Whenever that will be. I am beginning to think that I might spend another night here. I would feel a lot more relaxed about that if I had been prepared for it. When I left my apartment on Friday night, I didn't bring anything with me but my tiny purse with my wallet, some powder make-up and my phone.
All of which I haven't seen since he made me undress in the sunroom on the rooftop last night.
"I would really like to know where my stuff is," I murmur
"You should get used to the idea that I like you," he whispers. "I like spending time with you."
I let out a girly chuckle. "Charmer."
"So, what are you in the mood for?" he repeats his query. "Food wise."
"You're not even giving me the option to go home?" I retort.
"No. I can't let you have that choice right now," he breathes, shaking his head. "I am not done with you yet."
I sigh. As intimidating and possessive as his remark is, I cannot help but feel seduced by it. To be wanted like this is deliciously agitating.
It gives me the confidence to be honest about my cravings.
"Pizza?" I whisper. "I could really go for pizza..."
"That sounds great," he whispers.
He grabs me by the side and leans over. His lips find mine with surprising intuition. He is claiming me with force, his grip tightening around me while he positions himself on top of me. Both of us are still naked, lying skin on skin while our bodies crave each other.
His hand wanders down to my hip and gently pushes it up against his. I can feel him harden between my legs and instinctively spread them for him.
He moans and lifts both my arms up above my head.
"I should tie you up like this and fuck you silly," he breathes.
"Why don't you?" I reply, breathing heavily with excitement.
He squints at me. "You would like that, wouldn't you?"
"Yes," I hiss.
I convolve beneath him, eagerly rubbing my pelvis against his hardening member.
"Good," he whispers. He plants an innocent kiss on my forehead. "I like you wet and hungry for me."
And with that, he lets me go and rolls over, climbing out of bed so quickly that I don't even get a chance to hold him back.
The sight of his hard cock on that buff, tempting body of his doesn't exactly help matters.
He fetches his pants and quickly jumps into them, while I remain on the bed, naked and in heat. My cheeks blush with arousal, and I am still breathing heavily.
"Let's order that pizza," he suggests, offering me his hand to get out of bed.
I frown at him. "God, you're mean."
He grins. "I know."
I reject his offer and climb out of bed by myself.
"Where are my clothes?" I ask, realizing that I haven't worn any all day. I was pretty much naked when I woke up, and I never put on anything but the robe after my shower.
"You don't need clothes," he replies. "The robe should be enough for now."
I cast him a skeptical look. "Please. I would really like to wear... something."
He shrugs. "No."
I gasp with indignation, which causes the smug smile on his face to grow even wider.
"Come," he says, taking my hand to lead me out of the room. "I am starving, too. That pizza sounds perfect right now."
Chapter Sixteen
According to Cedric, there is a certain etiquette that does not allow for pizza to be eaten with fork and knife but only by hand while sitting on a couch with one's legs curled up.
"Ideally, we would add a few cans of beer," he defines. "But I don't want you getting sleepy too soon. Beer does that."
He sits next to me, holding up a large slice of cheesy crust pizza up to his face. Despite his detailed definition of the correct way to do this, his legs are not curled up as mine are but placed on the coffee table in front of the sofa.
I am wearing nothing but a robe, just as he wished. It still bothers me that he won't tell me where my clothes are. Then again, the blouse and skirt from last night wouldn't be the most comfortable option for lounging around anyways. And my pantyhose are ripped. That is going to be one long walk of shame home.
Whenever that will be. I am beginning to think that I might spend another night here. I would feel a lot more relaxed about that if I had been prepared for it. When I left my apartment on Friday night, I didn't bring anything with me but my tiny purse with my wallet, some powder make-up and my phone.
All of which I haven't seen since he made me undress in the sunroom on the rooftop last night.
"I would really like to know where my stuff is," I murmur
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