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This kiss that stretches into several more, each growing with its own momentum and the undeniable fact that neither of us can stop our wandering hands and hungry lips. Hers find my ear, nibble it, whisper into it with a heated breath.
“What the fuck are you doing, Lars?”
“Saving our lives, since you and your fucking attitude keep getting us into this shit,” I whisper into hers, drawing a moan from her as my hand cups her breast through her shirt and tweaks her nipple. My cock pulses against the confines of my jeans, while my mind races with thoughts about just how warm and tight Alexandra’s pussy is; considering how tightly wound she is, I bet it’s fucking heavenly between her legs. Though I started this kissing charade to keep us from getting killed, this thing between us now has its own momentum. I lift her and set her on the nearby bar, kiss the tender flesh of her neck, and growl, “I’ll fuck you right here, Destiny, if that’s what it takes.”
A sigh, a sensation of pressure against my back as she locks her feet behind me, and then she pulses her hips into me. There’s fire in her eyes — defiance, teasing, and white-hot rage. This is a contest between us just as much as it is a necessity to save our lives.
“Oh? Is that what you want to do? Just fuck me right here where anyone could see? And all because fucking Jeremiah Brock called you out because he saw how clear it was that you weren’t Lars fucking Buckowski? Go ahead. Fuck me right here. I fucking dare you.”
Her hips pulse again, and I moan.
There’s an arrogant smile on her face; she knows exactly what she’s doing to me, and she fucking loves it.
That fucking bitch. I’ll show her.
I pin her hands against the bartop. She twists and writhes against the wood, and I lower my face to her neck, kissing lower and lower, until my lips surround her left nipple, which is firmly raised against the fabric of her shirt. First, I kiss it, gently massaging it with my lips, my tongue, teasing it through the fabric until it’s hard as a diamond. Beneath me, she moans. “Yes. Fucking do it, Lars. I dare you, you piece of shit.”
Then I bite it. Not too hard, just enough to make her fiery eyes shoot wide and her to sit up, pressing her tits against my face while she gasps.
“Oh fuck. Fuck you, Lars, you sick bastard.”
I grind my hips against her, then force her back against the bar.
“You know, I love it so much better when you’re quiet, Destiny. Maybe I should put something in your mouth, so you shut the fuck up. Is that what you want? You want me to fuck your throat so you can’t speak?”
She runs her tongue along her lips, hate in her eyes, her voice blazing with taunt and temptation. “Do it. Give it to me. Make me gag with your cock.”
I use one hand to hold her down, while I use the other to unbutton my jeans. She grinds herself against me again, her eyes never leaving mine, daring me to make the next move. I can't back down. It's as if she's thrown down the gauntlet and I'm too deep in this game of lust and animosity to retreat.
I can’t let her win. Even if it means fucking her throat.
I undo my belt and the buttons of my jeans, my hands now hold the tab of my zipper.
Her breath comes quick and shallow, a heady mix of fear and anticipation.
I lean in.
"You want this?"
Her chin tilts up, inviting, daring. "I want you to shut me up. If you can. What’s the matter? Worried you don’t have what it takes?"
That bitch. She just doesn’t know when to give up. Now, I have to show her.
I pull my zipper down while she smirks at me. My cock throbs, a moan breaks my lips, and she smiles at me, fury, lust, and a taunting dare shining in her eyes.
Behind me, another voice tears through the heat burning between Alexandra and me.
“Do you two need a room?”
It’s Jeremiah Brock.
“Oh, fuck, you’re still here,” I say.
“Still here. I’d appreciate it if you’d put your cock away, Lars,” Jeremiah says.
“Figured you’d want to see why they call me ‘Bison,’” I answer.
“More like ‘baby goat,’ I bet,” Alexandra mutters beneath her breath. She’s trying to sound sarcastic, but her breath’s coming so quickly that, baby goat or bison, it’s clear she still wants to spend some time with it at the petting zoo.
