Page 77 of Pragma
“Because you are going to get married.” His eyes hold so much pain in them. It soothes my anger—slightly.
“Says who?”
“Thekumicho. All the dates you went on.”
“I was never serious about it, and you know it!”
He makes a doubtful expression that tells me he didn’t. Pushed by increasing annoyance, my fingers grip the side of his right shoulder where there’s a new superficial wound. The hiss leaving his mouth doesn’t make me feel better, but I don’t let go.
“Are you fucking serious, bunny? You thought I was letting you shag me while still thinking of getting hitched?” I let out an incredulous laugh.
“There’s a hierarchy in the organization.”
Still pulling that status distinction crap. “Fuck that! I’ll change all of the rules for you. You’ve got me, River. You don’t need anything else. Are you listening to me, you asshole?”
My hand darts forward, wrapping around his nape and taking control as I close my lips around his. Shit, but he tastes so good, like the rarest exotic fruit, and at the same time the safest place I’ve ever been.
“You play dirty,” he grumbles against my mouth while I straddle him.
I bite his lower lip and hum with enjoyment as I pull on the stopper chain to drain the water. “Always.” I push myself back a little and start rubbing my dick against his very hard one. The friction those beads create along my length and on the tip of my cock is what dreams are made of.
“I hate when you put distance between us,” I pant, all horny for him.
He groans deeply; his hands grip my hips, guiding them. “It’s a daily fight to control these fucking feelings I have for you while you look so damn carefree.”
“Carefree? I’ve been going crazy planning Operation Snare the Bunny.” I moan as my balls graze against a couple of beads.
“The what?”
I ignore his idiotic, confused face. “I’d been trying to get you in my bed for a month before it actually happened. When did I ever put all that effort into…anything?” His cock feels so good, I can’t stop rocking my hips.
“In your bed!” His firm grip stops them. Fucker! “All you want is a fuck, while I?—”
“A fuck? A FUCK?” I scream. “I crave you. Every little aspect of you—breath, look, touch, thought. And yes, I want you to fuck me, seal the deal, and own you entirely, you fucking mammoth of an idiot!”
I grab his hand and give the usual bite at the base of his pinky. For the first time, I notice that the red bite marks form a ring onhis skin. Is that a subliminal message my brain has been sending all this time?
“Those fucking teeth hurt,” he growls.
“Loving you hurts! I love you so much, I hate you,” I state with a sniff.
“Yeah? Well I’ve been longing for you for too many fucking years. You tucked yourself in that small space where breath and beat meet.” He presses his palm over his chest. “You’ll never leave it. Me. Doesn’t matter where I am.”
Years, eh?! A rush of excitement makes my body shake because I like how deeply I’m stashed within him. Like an inner mark nobody can ever erase. “Is that an order?”
“It’s a promise from your—” he stops talking, a light blush touches his cheeks, and I finish for him.
“Boyfriend.”
I can’t stop the grin stretching my lips to the maximum. “We are mushy as fuck,” I add teasingly.
“Don’t care.” He brushes his fingers over the bruise on my jaw.
“Pleasecarenot to throw my heart around, or I’ll put a cage around your cock, take some pictures, and show Joel how kinky you are.” Using his brother to tease him can easily become my new favorite pastime.
I hear him cussing as I graze my teeth down his thick neck. The cock stroking resumes, and after a few seconds, our hard, fast breaths are the only sounds in the bathroom. The tub is almost empty as I ride him with abandon.
We are so desperate for each other, our movements are frantic, wild, chasing the pleasure. He grabs my head and pushes our foreheads together. I’m breathing, smelling, feeling only him as ecstasy finally hits me, and I come, followed by him.
