Page 35 of Hostile Cravings
“Yeah, and I’m ready for some pleasure now.”
“Uh, no.” She turned back to the table.
“Excuse me?” My jaw ticked.
“You just worked out. Go take a shower.”
“All those guys you pick up in clubs, who’ve had their junk in other girls and their balls sweating on dance floors, and you want me to take a shower?”
She gave me a look of disgust, her nose turning up. “I’m never someone’s sloppy seconds. And I’m not putting my mouth anywhere near you until you’ve showered.” She picked up her glass of wine and took a deliberately slow sip.
“You’re such a brat,” I complained, but she didn’t look back at me. I wanted to yank her from the seat and force her to herknees, but she was the kind of girl who would bite without remorse. “Fine. Damn obnoxious spoiled little cunt,” I mumbled, stomping away.
“Those insults won’t help your case, shithead.”
I stopped in my tracks and glanced over at her. “Get your ass up from that chair and in that bathroom.”
“I don’t take orders. I’m not your sub, Tyson.”
My fists were clenching so tight by now I was about to punch a hole in the wall. “Angela, get out of that chair and into the bathroom. If I have to shower, so do you.”
“I just showered,” she complained.
I turned the water on and waited for her, knowing she’d come because she was too annoying not to. I tried to ignore the limp she was trying to hide from me and the guilt that gnawed at me for forgetting to keep her off her feet.
“I didn’t think you needed a babysitter,” she snapped as I pulled my shirt over my head, the guilt fading as my anger rose again.
“Shut up, Anj and get in the damn shower.”
I tossed my sweats and boxers off, sensing her eyes on me when I stepped under the water. Running it into my hair, I peered over at her. Irritation lit her eyes, but it was coated with a dusting of desire that had my balls tightening.
“Don’t expect this command thing to be a normal thing.” She reached back to untie her dress as she drew closer to the shower.
“I don’t. Leave the dress on.”
Her eyes bulged, her lips pouting out.
“That’s exactly how I want those lips, baby.”
“Are you kidding me? This dress is silk, the water will ruin it, and it’s one of my favorites.”
I moved from the water and grabbed her neck, pulling her mouth to mine and kissing her. She resisted for a second before her mouth was as greedy as mine, and I yanked her under the water.
“Damn you, Tyson,” she muttered against my lips. “You ruined my dress.”
“I’ll buy you ten more like it so I can ruin those, too. Now get on your knees and remind me why that mouth turns me on so much.”
“I thought it was my insults,” she purred.
“Something like that.” Water soaked her hair, dripping down the edge of her nose. She looked adorable, but as she dropped to her knees, her tits bouncing as her nipples pushed through the soaked material, she looked sexy as hell.
She licked her lips, her delicate hands grasping my shaft. Looking up at me with those big chocolate eyes, she ran her tongue along my tip in a seductive circle. The sensation left me weak and when she took me into her mouth, I put my hand out against the shower wall to steady myself.
“Fuck, little viper,” I growled as her tongue slid over the bottom of my shaft before she dropped so deep, I hit the back of her throat. Her gag was slight, but enough to throw the storm in me into a violent surge that swept through my entire body. Threading my fingers through her wet hair, I grasped the strands and shoved her further. Her body shuddered, her eyes closing, the moan she elicited buzzing over my shaft. “Eyes on me, baby. I want to watch what taking my cock does to you,” I said, thrusting into her, then pulling her back to give her air.
She breathed deep, her eyes on me, large and watery. “Are you going to call me your good girl when I swallow?” she cooed rather breathlessly.
“Shit, no. You’re far from a good girl. I don’t fuck good girls, and they don’t take my cock as deep as your naughty mouth does. Now shut up and go back to using that mouth the way I told you to.”
