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I glance at him. “I’m going to find who actually did it.”
His eyes flash. “For fuck’s sake, Tom Cat, that ain’t a good idea.”
“Why not? It’s better than walking around being labeled a killer.”
“You’re not a cop.”
“Neither are you, yet it doesn’t stop you from taking justice into your own hands.”
He scowls at me, but he can’t argue that I’m wrong.
“Can we not talk about this anymore?” I ask, reaching for him, my fingers trailing down his shirt. “You haven’t spoken to me for days, and I need a distraction.”
He growls low as my finger trails down his chest, over his abs and stops at the top of his jeans. “Probably because you’re a stubborn fuckin’ woman that doesn’t listen.”
I grin. “I could say the same about you.”
I run my hand over the outside of his jeans, and I can feel his cock jump to life. Oh, he wants this as much as I do. Reaching over, he takes my chin in his hand and pulls me closer, our lips lingering but not quite touching. “You want me to fuck you, baby?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
I keep rubbing at his dick, which is now hard and swollen in his pants. With a growl, he flips me over until my back hits the bed and then he’s reaching for my pants, pulling them off. He tosses them aside, staring down at me hungrily before lowering his mouth between my legs. Oh, fuck. I’ve missed this. When his tongue swipes up, stopping at my clit, I mewl in response.
He sucks it into his mouth with slow, precise movements that have me squirming beneath him. I arch my hips up, trying to make him suck harder, faster, but he takes his time. Long slow licks that heat me from the inside out. I’m clutching the sheets and thrashing my head from side to side as desperation builds in me. It feels so fucking good, but I want it a little harder, I can’t take it like this.
“Harder,” I plead. “God dammit, suck it harder.”
He growls against my flesh, which only makes it feel that much better.
Then he sucks it harder, and I unleash, my screams of pleasure filling the small room as shudders are ripped from my body. That doesn’t stop him, he continues to lick and fuck my pussy with his tongue until I cum again, and when he goes for round three, I’m forced to push him away, my legs like jelly. I need him inside me, and I need it now.
“Take them off with your mouth,” he orders, pushing to his feet, his cock straining in his jeans as he lowers them, letting it spring free.
He’s talking about the spikes.
Licking my lips, I push to my hands and knees and crawl toward him, taking the base of his thick shaft in my hand and then bringing my mouth down. I start slowly, swirling my tongue around the head, and then one by one I pluck each spike off with my mouth, dropping them into my hand. With every one I remove, I run my tongue up the length of his dick, making him shudder with need.
Before I can taunt him too much more, he steps back and orders me up. I do as he asks, watching him sit on the end of the bed and then nod at his lap. Oh, I fucking love it like this. Moving over, I crawl onto him, my knees either side of him on the bed, facing each other. His mouth moves to my neck as I take his cock in my hand, bringing it to my pussy and slowly sinking down onto it.
His arm is wrapped around my waist, the other behind him on the bed so he can lean back a little.
He bites my neck as I take him fully, and my moans fill the quiet space.
Then, I fuck him.
I like fucking Spike almost as much as I like him fucking me.
Rocking on his dick, I ride him slowly as his mouth moves up to find mine. He kisses me with need, with intensity, with a lust that runs deep. I’ve forgotten how much I have been missing this with the way things are lately. His fingers bite into my flesh as I move faster, grind deeper, thrusting my bottom forward and back to create the perfect movement.
I can’t hold on, and I find my release with a guttural groan against his lips, my fingers digging into his shoulders, my body trembling against his. Only then does he bring up his other hand, taking my hips and using me to drive his thrusts. Harder, deeper, he drives up into me with an almost desperate intensity.
When he cums, he does so with a feral hiss and a tremble I can feel through my whole body.
He needed that as much as I did.
When his shudders stop and his warm breath is coming rapidly against my mouth, I slide my fingers up into his hair and pull back enough to meet his eyes.
“I don’t like fighting with you.”
