Page 154 of With Us

“For fucks sake, Dahlia, that’s not all I do!”

“But it’s pretty damn important!” she shouted back, throwing her arms out.

We stared at each other for a moment. I breathed deep, trying to calm myself. Dahlia’s breathing was fast, too, her chest rubbing against mine as it rose and fell.

Relax. This is your fucking fault to begin with, and being a dick will just freak her out more.

I took a step back, then another. Before I could force the tension in my body to release, Dahlia threw herself at me. I braced, expecting her to scream, kick, or even slap me. What I hadn’t expected was for her to pull my mouth down to hers as she tried to climb me.

Literally.

When I gripped her ass and lifted, she wrapped her legs around my waist. Her hands went into my hair, fisting and pulling me how she wanted. She bit my lip, sucking it into her mouth before releasing it with apopand moving to my neck.

“God, Theo,” she moaned, licking up my neck before biting my jaw. “I missed you. I’m so fucking mad right now, but I missed you so fucking much.”

She’d been drinking. When I’d gotten her from Julie’s, she’d been perched in a child’s chair with a crown and feathers on. Her kiss tasted like alcohol and her.

“Dahlia,” I said, my dick calling me an idiot as I attempted to set her down.

“Don’t.” She bit down on my jaw before licking to my ear. “I’m not stupid drunk. I know what I’m doing, and I want this. Need it. Please don’t stop.” Her teeth grazed my earlobe and my dick got its wish.

I took the steps two at a time, not slowing until we were in our room. When I reached the bed, she pushed off me and landed with a bounce. Using the momentum, she got onto her knees and tore her shirt and bra over her head. She pushed my track pants and boxers down, a small moan escaping her parted lips when my hard cock sprung forward.

“Shirt off,” she ordered, standing on the mattress and wiggling around to remove her pants and undies. Once they were off, she took over removing my shirt before dropping down onto her back.

I climbed between her legs, using my shoulders to push her thighs apart. I licked along her pussy, barely grazing her clit when she sat and reached forward to grip my forearms.

“Later,” she promised as she tugged. “I need you now.”

Opening my mouth to argue my case for taking it slow, her mouth covered mine and her tongue darted in. She twirled it, as if to coax mine into a dance. When I returned the motion, she sucked my tongue. Pulling me down to cover her, she raised her hips.

I thrust forward until my cock was all the way in. Her pussy clenched around me, her soft moan enough to make me come. Fighting against it, I moved slowly.

Dahlia had no interest in slow. Leaning up, she bit my jaw as she reached back to hold my ass. Her nails dug in as she rocked faster. “More, Theo.”

I could feel her frustration, anger, and her hurt. When she put her feet to the bed and pushed against me, I let her roll us so I was on my back. It took grinding my teeth and clutching the sheet, but I held back from taking over.

Her rise and fall started slow and unsure. Becoming more comfortable, she arched her back and ground her clit against my pelvis. She cupped her tits, pulling roughly at her nipples.

With her eyes closed and a distant feeling between us, I wondered if she was keeping her mind blank and only using me to get off.

The idea pissed me the fuck off. Though that anger was directed at myself, it didn’t mean I was going to let her continue to fuck me as if I was just a means to an end. Like I could be any fucking dick in the world right then.

I gripped her hips tightly, preparing to slam her pussy down on me and remind her whose dick she was riding.

But I was wrong.

At my touch, her eyes flew open and I saw it all.

The pain.

The lust.

The love.

She knew exactly who she was fucking, and as she looked down at me, she made no effort to hide how much she loved it. Her eyes were hooded, the heat in them begging me for more.

My fingertips dug in as I moved her up and down my cock. Releasing one side enough to stretch my thumb over, I rubbed her clit until she was riding with the kind of reckless abandonment that happened when she was about to come.

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