Page 23 of No Romeo
Her lips parted on an uneven breath. That was all the invitation I needed. I deepened the kiss to something brutal, my hands roaming and groping every dip and curve of her body. When I fisted her hair, she grabbed my shirt on a soft moan.
God, I would give anything to erase the mountain of shit between us, to make this mine again. “This is what you wanted last night at that party, isn’t it?” I wanted her to admit she wanted me, that she’d fucked up. “Huh, Lola? When we were in the lake.”
Her hold on my shirt relaxed before she tried to shove me back a step. But I wasn’t accepting that shit, and based on how her body had just reacted, she was still just as weak for me as I was for her.
“I told you not to fucking do this to me.” I grabbed her hair and snatched her tight against me again. “Because this is what you’ll get.” Then I kissed her, hard and angry, telling myself this was the only time I’d sink this low with her. The only time I’d give in to the toxic pull between us.
I sank a hand between her legs. “You remember how good it was?” My balls ached at the thought. Because my dick knew nothing would ever be as good as her.
I ground the heel of my palm against her through her shorts, imagining I could fuck myself into her while fucking her right out of me. “How hard I would make you come?”
Her head dropped against the stall with a groan. “I remember.”
“Good.” I sank my teeth into her neck and told myself one more bite. One more kiss. But then I ripped her shorts down her legs, shoved her underwear to the side, and slid my fingers over her warm, slick pussy.
I couldn’t stop myself. After all, she was heroin, and I was a fucking addict.
“Hendrix…”
My name on her lips, all breathy and desperate like I was all she needed, nearly made my dick explode. And I sure as hell was about to make sure it did.
I pulled at my zipper with my free hand, ripping my jeans open and fisting my hard cock.
“What is it, Lola?” I spread the bead of precum over my head while imagining sinking balls deep into her warm pussy, making her promise it was still mine and no one else’s. “You want me to make you come?”
“Yes.” Her hands slipped beneath my shirt, nails scratching over my stomach as I teased her entrance.
I half-laughed against her lips, then released my dick and hooked her leg with my arm, trapping her thigh between our bodies. “Beg me.”
I sank two fingers deep inside her spread pussy, pumping until she was right at that edge, her nails threatening to break the skin. Then I stopped.
She tried to grind over my hand, but I pinned her in place, rubbing my bare dick against the back of her raised thigh. If I wanted, I could get off just like this. Just because it was her.
“That's not begging…” I smiled against her throat.
“You’re such…” She stopped to catch her breath. “An asshole.”
“And you’re still not begging…”
“Fuck. Please…” It came between uneven breaths, barely audible.
“I know you can do better than that, but….” I pressed my finger deep inside her. “Selfishly, I just want to hear you come.”
In seconds, her muscles clenched around my fingers. Her back arched against the metal wall, pussy grinding over my hand on soft moans. And that sent me over the edge.
If I didn’t bust a nut soon, I’d be one hundred percent homicidal.
“God, I fucking hate you.” I pinned her to the wall and pulled my fingers from her pussy, spreading her moisture over the head of my cock.
“I know.” She swatted my hand away, then wrapped her fingers around my dick.
I groaned when she stroked over me fast and hard. “Fuck…” It felt damn good, but it wasn’t just her perfect grip that had me two seconds from losing it. It was everything. It was just Lola.
I gripped her jaw, pressing another hard kiss to her lips when I came on a hard grunt.
Our heavy breaths filled the small bathroom. This was bad. Pimp stripe removal bad. Pussy-ass heartbreak bad. God, I was an idiot. And judging from the horrified expression on her face, she felt the same way.
“Shit…” She grabbed her shorts and pulled them on, refusing to look at me. “Shiiiit!” She yanked a piece of toilet paper from the holder, half-attempting to clean my come from her shirt before reaching for the door.
