In Bed With the Enemy: Dating and Other Dangers / Dare She Kiss & Tell? / Double Dare. Natalie Anderson
it right off. But as he released his hold on her she glided forward again.
He swore in annoyance and then simply pushed her forward some more, until she crashed into the back of a leather armchair. Her feet couldn’t move further forward now—and he was in place firmly behind her. She bent at the waist so she could feel his hard length pressing closer to her core. She reached into the cup of her bra and pulled out the condom she’d hidden there, passed it back to him.
He grunted. ‘A woman who knows what she wants. Full of surprises, aren’t you?’
With barely leashed ferocity he undid her bra and held each strap in his hands—using it like a bridle to control how far she could lean to and from him.
And she wanted to be ridden. ‘Harder,’ she moaned, thrills shivering along every vein.
He pulled tighter, flattening her breasts against the cotton, her nipples sensitive against the material. He teased with his hips. Round and round, pressing hard and close and then away again, while he kissed from across from one shoulder to the next, stopping to nibble at her neck and her upper back. Her breathing shortened, keeping rhythm with the circling motion of his pelvis against her. She was going to come again, and he was still fully clothed.
Not okay. She wanted him inside her.
She rocked harder, faster, circling her hips back against him, wanting to stir him beyond restraint so they’d strip and screw right now—now, now. Suddenly he picked her up and started walking across the lounge back towards the hall. She struggled so much he dropped her, and her feet went out from under her. She crashed onto her hands and butt.
‘What’s wrong?’ He thudded to his knees beside her.
‘I don’t want to see the notches on your bed.’ She scrambled to get on all fours. ‘I’d rather be out here on the floor.’
‘I haven’t slept with nearly as many women as you seem to think,’ he spat back, equally furious, his hand shooting out to grasp her wrist. ‘And so what, anyway? Isn’t it now that matters? I’m not sleeping with anyone else right now. I’m not going to do that to you.’
‘I still don’t want to see your room,’ she growled. ‘I just want to … to …’ Her lungs jerked so hard she could hardly speak.
‘You just want a quick shag—is that it?’
‘Now,’ she said bluntly.
‘Well, we’re getting rid of the skates first.’
‘Fine.’
He fought with one while she worked on the other, until with heavy thuds he tossed them both over his shoulder and in one smooth movement pulled her beneath him as he rolled over her. She liked that he was fearless about being on top of her. She liked how much he weighed her down.
‘That’s what you want, isn’t it?’ He grinned evilly down at her. ‘Like to be dominated, darling?’
‘Watch your step, Ethan. You’re more vulnerable that you realise.’
‘You think?’
She ran a nail down the side of his neck while she slipped her other hand between them. She cupped his balls though his shorts and squeezed ever so slightly. He flinched and rose on all fours astride her, suddenly smiling—even though she knew he was as angry at her as he was turned on.
He yanked the dangling bra free from her body and then with two hands pulled her black leggings down, revealing her knickers.
He slid them halfway down her body and stared at the plain white panties.
‘Cotton Lycra.’ She tried not to sound too apologetic. ‘Comfortable for exercise.’
‘Indeed,’ he said. ‘And nice and stretchy.’ He grasped them, pulling them to the side, and very gently blew warm air over her. ‘Something very tantalising about it.’ He let the material cover her again and pressed his open mouth against the cotton.
She’d just about burst out of her skin at the luscious breath, and now the wet heat of him through the cotton was absolute torture.
‘Damn it, Ethan,’ she groaned. ‘You make me mad. You make me laugh.’ She banged her head back on the floor, arching as he licked her through the cotton. ‘You drive me crazy.’
‘Well, that’s totally fair.’ He switched to sucking and twisting his tongue into the cotton. ‘You do the same to me.’
She shook her head frantically. But it didn’t matter now—too late. She cried out through clenched teeth and contracting muscles as she came again.
She opened her eyes to see Ethan’s satisfied smile as he stripped the last of her clothes from her body and then stripped himself. He dealt with the condom and then looked up, his brows flickering when he saw she was watching avidly.
‘What shall we do now?’ he asked innocently.
‘I’ve orgasmed twice already,’ she said bluntly. ‘I just want you.’
He hesitated. She could feel his tension as this time he carefully took the bulk of his weight on his elbows. He gently probed her with his thick erection.
She shivered, all the goosebumps back. ‘Girth is good, Ethan.’
He laughed and kissed her. ‘You could use that as another website. GirthIsGood.’
‘Yeah?’ She rocked sinuously beneath him, wanting him to close those last few inches. ‘I’ve got a better one.’
‘Mmm?’ He kept up the tease, still not penetrating.
‘Pump. Now. Please.’
‘Okay.’ But still he didn’t. Instead he bent and with a wide mouth sucked hard at her nipple while stroking with his tongue, his hand cupping its twin so it didn’t feel neglected. Something else felt neglected.
Breathlessly she tightened her grip on him, jerking him up by the hair. ‘Do me or die,’ she ordered.
‘Oh, that’s nice.’
But she’d won. She saw the flare of his nostrils, the narrowing of his gaze as his focus centred.
He pushed forward. Hard.
She moaned—a low, wild sound that came from deep in her chest—and he paused. She could feel his heart thumping. She inhaled deep, then sighed and smiled. ‘Good, good, good,’ she muttered. ‘Now give me more.’
‘Demanding,’ he choked. ‘So demanding.’
‘You like it.’
‘I do.’
‘So why have you stopped?’
‘I like it too much.’
‘Ethan …’
‘Will you give me a break?’ he snapped. ‘I move an inch now and I’ll come, and I don’t want to come just yet. I don’t want this to be over that soon.’ He exhaled sharply, closed his eyes on her, his whole expression creasing into a frown of agony and need, frustration and determination.
‘Oh …’ She all but came again herself. Thrilled. She didn’t want it to end yet either, but she wanted him to feel as ecstatic as her—as desperate.
‘It’s not funny.’ He moved out of her.
‘What are you doing?’ She growled her disappoint ment.
He frowned right back at her. ‘It’s okay for you to be fast. It’s not okay for me to be fast,’ he gritted. ‘I don’t want either of us to end up frustrated.’
He sat back and rearranged her, pushing her legs further apart, and then moved forward again, stopping to suck her some more before sliding his length deep inside and causing those mini-convulsions in her again.
‘How hard?’ he asked,