Page 30 of Tied Up In Tinsel
She ground against me, her slick heat sliding along my length, making me groan into her kiss. I could’ve overpowered her in an instant—rolled us, taken back control—but I didn’t want to. I wanted to see her like this, wanted to feel her using me for her own pleasure.
Her lips hovered at my ear, her voice low, sultry. “I’ve been thinking about this. Since the first morning I saw you standing shirtless in my kitchen.”
I chuckled, my chest rising against hers. “Oh yeah? Is that right?”
She grinned, her teeth grazing my jaw. “You know the kind of effect you have on women. Don’t play dumb.”
“Maybe,” I said, my voice rough with desire. “But I don’t give a damn about other women. I care about the effect I have onyou.”
Her breath hitched, and then her lips crashed back to mine. She kissed me hard, demanding, while she rocked against me, sliding along my length with a torturous rhythm.
I grunted, my hips lifting to meet her. Every nerve in my body was lit up, desperate for more.
As I stared at her—her flushed skin, her hair tumbling in wild waves, her eyes dark with hunger—I knew I was ruined.
The moment I sank into her, I’d be a man desperate for more.
“As much as I love this little game you’re playing,” I rasped, my voice thick with need, “I’m going to need you to let go so I can fuck you properly.”
Annie laughed, breathless and mischievous, loosening her grip on my arms as she sat back. Her hair tumbled down her shoulders, her chest rising and falling like she was just as undone as I was.
“I don’t have any condoms,” I admitted, my voice lower now, roughened by restraint. My hands immediately found her breasts, cupping the soft weight of them, savoring the feel of silk against calloused palms. I squeezed, kneaded, teased her nipples between my fingers until she gasped, arching into me. My hands trailed lower, exploring every curve, every line of her body like I was memorizing her. “What do we do?”
She hummed, a sound that vibrated through me, savoring each touch. Then, slowly, her hands came to mine, guiding me with deliberate control—down her waist, up her ribs, circling back to her breasts. She wasn’t just letting me touch her. She was painting a map, guiding me exactly where she wanted me, like an artist shaping her own masterpiece.
Her gaze caught mine, heavy and unflinching. “I’m on birth control,” she whispered. “And I haven’t let anyone touch me without protection since my husband.”
I froze, every nerve in my body tightening. “I’ve never not used one,” I admitted, the weight of that truth thick between us.
Her lips curved, a daring challenge in her eyes. “Then we have our answer.”
The thought of being buried inside her raw made my chest tighten, my control waver. I’d always been careful. Always distant. Always protected. But with Annie—this was different. This wasn’t a hookup. This wasn’t casual. This was about to ruin me in the best possible way.
“Then I’m going to need you to put those hands on the headboard, Red.”
Her breath hitched. She bit her lip, then obeyed—sliding up, rising to her knees, bracing herself against the headboard.
I wrapped one hand around my cock, guiding myself to her, and when I felt her slick warmth open for me, I held her hips still, savoring that split-second of tension, then drove into her in one deep, relentless thrust.
“Fuck!” Her cry tore through the room, her head tilting back, throat arched in abandon.
I buried myself inside her, my hips locked against hers, savoring the way her body gripped me like it was made for me alone. I pulled back and thrust again, harder, and harder, until her breasts shook with each impact. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the air, a rhythm that demanded surrender.
She clung to the headboard, gasping as I drove deeper. My hand slid down to her clit, circling her as I thrust. She writhed, her hips crashing against mine, chasing every ounce of friction.
Her voice broke on a gasp. “Right there, Brooks.God, right there.”
I clenched my jaw, thrusting up into her. “Take it, Annie. Take everything you need from me.”
“I need more.”
“More what?” I demanded, my voice frayed with need.
Her eyes locked on mine, fire burning in them. She grabbed my jaw, pulling me closer until her breath fanned my lips. “I need it harder. I need you to really fuck me, Brooks.” With a force, she shoved me back, leaving me aching for her.
A growl ripped from my chest—deep, feral, raw. I crushed my mouth to hers, sitting up, and in one swift move, I flipped her onto her back. She gasped, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist as I pinned her beneath me.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for, Annie,” I warned, my voice guttural.
