Page 49 of Break You

I stilled my feet. He was right about that. In any case, it wasn’t that I didn’t want him. I did more than I wanted my next meal. The issue was that I didn’t want to concede control to him, and I definitely didn’t want to let him have me while facing him, totally naked and prone in his fucking car. It felt like a level of intimacy that whatever it was we were doing together didn’t warrant. It was crossing a line that I definitely didn’t want to cross. Not now or ever. Pun definitely intended.

He pressed my arms back harder and brought his lips back to mine. I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth and bit down on it hard. His body bucked in pain and his free hand came to my waist, and pulled hard on my tube skirt. I regretted having accidentally dressed in something that gave him such easy access. The thin piece of stretchy fabric was off me before I could stop him, and having already shed my bra, I was left wearing only my skimpy lacy panties. I saw the thought as it brewed in his mind.

“Don—” But it was too late. At the same time as the word left my mouth, he bunched a handful of the delicate fabric and pulled hard. Just like that, I was at my most vulnerable—laid bare beneath Xavier Cross.

Xavier

We both stilled. Neither of us so much as blinked, nor pulled in a breath. Time took on an elastic dimension, stretching and contracting at will as the moments wore on. I watched, fascinated as her brain tripped out, trying to predict my next move, and I had half a mind to just do what she’d originally asked—flip her over and lay into her from behind. It would have been the easiest way to cut through the heavy vibe that had suddenly built between the two of us.

A split second later, the decision was made, and there was no turning back. I released Rocky’s hands and dug into my pants pocket for a condom, before pulling them down sharply, releasing my straining cock, appreciative of the fact that I was free balling—one less barrier between us.

I watched her while she observed me in silence as I rolled the condom on. Her eyelids were heavy, and the lust in her eyes was unmistakable, but there was something else too, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on and definitely didn’t want to think too much about.

When I was done, I gently teased her entrance with the tip of my cock. She lifted her hips pushing forward, angling for more. And, as she tried to reach around me with her legs to draw me closer, I stopped her.

“Not so fast, Angry Girl.” I pushed her knees out sideways, stopping her from being able to lock her ankles behind me, opening her up to me even further. I halted for a moment, enjoying the view, and the look of annoyance and frustration that took over her face as she spoke.

“If you’re gonna be an asshole about this, I’ll go now.”

“Oh, I’m always going to be an asshole, so you might as well get used to it. We both know you’re not going anywhere until you get your rocks off... and that’s not going to happen until I say so.”

“If you're determined to have me hate you, you’re going the right way about it, Loaded Boy.”

“I don’t give a fuck what you think of me.” With those words, I pushed two fingers roughly inside her, a small wry smile gracing my lips as her body bucked with pleasure, and her eyes rolled closed.

“Not so fast, Angry Girl. I said, I want to watch the anger and frustration on your face as I make you come.” I leant forward, and slipped my hand behind her neck, squeezing slightly, then pulling her head forward to look at me. “Open your eyes and enjoy the ride.”

As she clenched and moaned, moving in time with the pace I set with my fingers; it took every ounce of my willpower to resist pushing my dick inside her. I wanted so badly to feel her wrapped around me, but my need to have the upper hand with her was greater.

I lowered my lips to her neck and sucked hard. I knew it would leave a mark, and I wanted it to, mostly because I knew it would piss her off, but also because I wanted to brand her. I knew she'd have trouble covering it up, especially when she wore her Rollergirl uniform, and I wanted that. I wanted her to have to explain how it got there, especially knowing that she didn’t want anyone to know about us.

I moved my lips to her ear, lowering my voice to the point where she would hardly be able to hear me. “Just remember, I call the shots, and we’ll be just fine.”

“I fucking hate you.” She muttered the words under her breath as her body betrayed her, tightening around my fingers.

“And yet, I can make you come in a heartbeat.” With those words, I inserted a third finger and pushed hard, hitting her G-spot like a target. I reared back, so that I could see her face. I had to hand it to her, she was hard as nails. While her body was a riot of movement, clenching and pulsing around my fingers, she stared me down without a trace of emotion on her face.

Every time I thought I’d gotten the better of her, she somehow ripped victory from my grasp. Yes, I’d made her come, but she’d acted like she was watching paint dry, or like her orgasm was a mundane bodily function, like breathing—something she had no control over, or interest in.

The thought absolutely made my blood boil. “Fuck you.” I spat the words angrily, meaning every one.

“Wasn’t that what you were allegedly planning on doing? At this point, it seems like you’re all promise, no delivery, Cross.”

Her words made me see red. I withdrew my fingers, quickly replacing them with my solid, raging dick. I slammed into her hard, enjoying the way her body bucked with pleasure as I did. She maintained eye contact easily this time, a small wry smile gracing her lips. Although I was still on top physically, I felt the power shift between us, from me to her, and the thought made my blood boil.

I ploughed into her harder, and her smile widened.

“Is that all you’ve got, Loaded Boy?”

I slammed harder again, and this time her body jerked so forcefully, I thought she was going to come there and then.

Her smile widened even further. “Now who’s the frustrated one?”

She was right, and I hated her for it, but it didn’t stop my body craving more of her. I slipped my hand from behind her neck to the base of her thigh, squeezing just enough to let her know I meant business. She licked her lips and arched her eyebrow, clearly laying down the challenge. Never one to shy from a dare, I pushed my other hand under her butt, then grabbed her cheek and yanked her toward me, giving me more leverage as I thrust down even harder. As I hit the mark, the smile left her lips and her eyes rolled backward again. Bingo!

“Challenge accepted, Angry Girl. Every. Fucking. Time.” I punctuated each word with a thrust, and this time didn’t resist when she locked her ankles behind me. “Now open your goddamned eyes.”

We carried on that way until neither of us could take it anymore. I pulled almost all the way out, just leaving my tip barely inside her, before ramming all the way back in. That move undid us both and this time, she let me see the pleasure as it swept over her face, keeping her eyes open as she watched me the same way.

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