Arrogant Playboy

by Wolf, Alex

  When she goes to say something, I press into her even harder, backing her up against the inside of the truck. The sound of us colliding with the wall echoes off the ceiling.

  The kiss quickly grows needy, and I slide a hand up and grip one of her breasts through her t-shirt, pinching her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

  She gasps against my mouth.

  “Keep talking that shit, Williams. Keep it up.” I kiss down her neck and her throat.

  Her greedy fingers dig into my ribs, like she doesn’t ever want to let go of me. I smile against her ear at the effect I have on her. She tries to say something, but gasps when I cup her pussy in my hand over her jeans.

  She’s so wet the heat radiates through the denim. “You’re only gonna make things worse for yourself when I get done.”

  “Maybe I won’t mind,” she says through labored breaths.

  “I know you won’t. So quit distracting me, so I can get this done then christen your new apartment with your toes curling into the mattress.”

  I pull back, breathing heavily, and just stare at her.

  Fuck, she’s gorgeous, looking at me the same way I’m looking at her, nothing but desire in her eyes. She wants me, and it’s an amazing sight. I love this woman so damn much. She’s never getting away from me again—ever. I don’t care how far she tries to run or hide; I’ll find her.

  You can’t escape fate, Pais.

  Finally, she just nods. “Okay, uhh, yeah, let’s get this done.”

  “What I thought.” I snicker as I grab the dolly and take another load down the ramp.

  At the door, I turn back, and she’s biting her bottom lip, staring at me, one part hate, two parts love, the perfect ratio. She finally shakes her head and grins, then blushes and looks away, pretending to go back to work.

  Yeah, I love her. More than anything.

  * * *

  Two hours later, somehow, everything is at least inside her apartment. She moves toward the door, and I spin her around and pin her with my gaze.

  “Not yet! We have to get the truck back.”

  “Fuck that. I’ll pay for another day.” I yank the keys from her hand and sling them across the kitchen tile. “I need you, now.”

  Her eyes get big. “Donavan…”

  My mouth connects with her neck.

  She nods. “Okay, you win.”

  I grin. “I need to ask you something first.” I say the words as I trail my tongue down to her collar bone.

  “Sure, yeah.” She sighs playfully. “Ask me anything, just don’t stop doing that.”

  I lean back, and she immediately looks disappointed I stopped. “It’s a serious question.”

  Her lips mash into a thin line and she morphs back into serious Pais. Fuck.

  “I want you to go to Decker’s wedding with me.” I shake my head. “I mean, fuck, will you go with me?”

  “Asking and not demanding, you really have changed.” She smiles for a split-second, probably at the thought of us getting all dressed up and going to a fairytale wedding together, but then her face hardens as the implications set in. “I don’t know…”

  “Yes you do.” I smile, anything to try and lighten the mood. I just want her to say yes. I know if I can get her to go, it’ll make things real. We’ll zoom right past this taking-it-slow bullshit and get right into the heart of this. Right where I want us to be.

  To my surprise, she smiles back and gets that playful look about her. “I’m serious, I really don’t know. It’s fast and people will talk.”

  I shrug like it’s no biggie, even though I want to shake the shit out of her and make her see that I’m not that guy anymore, that I’ll be whatever she wants me to be. “Okay, it was worth a shot. I guess I’ll just have to ask—”

  She grips my forearm. “Let’s not be hasty.”

  I shake my head, knowing I have her right where I want her. “I know, I know, you want to take things slow, but I have to have a date, for appearances’ sake. So I’m in a tough spot here, Pais. Surely you understand. I mean, I want it to be you, but if you’re not ready…”

  She cups my face in her palms and leans up to kiss me. “Such a jerk. Okay, I’ll go with you.”

  I smile and say against her lips, “That’s what I thought.”

  Her smile widens. “Asshole.”

  My hand goes to her ass, and I run my fingers across her pussy, needing her out of these jeans immediately. I don’t give a shit how sweaty we are. My finger presses up against the crack of her ass. “Maybe, if you’re lucky.”

  My mouth runs over her neck and I spin her around so that my chest is to her back. I sweep her hair out of the way and kiss her collar bone, my hands roaming what’s mine, feeling every inch of it like I’m about to take it for a test drive.

  “Such a filthy pervert.”

  “It’s what you like about me, Pais.” I reach around and unbutton her jeans, then slide them halfway down her thighs so she couldn’t run if she tried.

  She bends over the little breakfast bar and wiggles her ass at me, her panties still in my way. My cock gets even harder at the sight. I slide her panties down to her jeans, practically subduing her.

  “Nowhere to go now.”

  “Fuck,” she gasps when my mouth connects with her pussy.

  “So helpless.” I spread her ass in my hands and lick across her clit, running my tongue through her slick folds, the entire length of her slit. At the end, I tease my tongue all around the crack of her ass.

  “I-I need to shower first.”

  I smack her on the ass, then rise up, my chest pressing down on her back, hard, smothering her against the breakfast bar. My hand grips her hair and she coos.

  “Yeah, a shower. Then, I’m going to fuck this ass.” I press a finger up against it.

  She jolts. “If I say you can.”

  I laugh, like she must be out of her mind. “Oh, you will, Pais. Fight it all you want, but you know you will. I. Know. You.”

  “We’ll see.” She smiles with her face pressed against the counter.

  “I still need you, though.”

  “Do something then and quit running your mouth. It’s boring.”

  My jaw clenches. I love how bad she wants to get me worked up, so I’ll fuck her even harder. It’s always mind games with the two of us, and I get off on it. It’s almost hotter than the actual sex.

  Almost.

  “Don’t fucking move.” I reach into my pocket and pull out a little black, round object.

  Pais looks back and I show it to her. Her eyes get big. “What the hell is that?”

  “A place holder.” I reach in my other pocket and pull out a little bottle of lube. I always come prepared.

  “I-I don’t know…”

  It’s bullshit. She’s on fire inside right now, wants it so damn bad. I can see it in her eyes.

  I take my sweet time, squeezing out some of the lube onto the end of it, then smearing it all around to make sure it’s evenly coated, until it’s glistening in the light from her apartment.

  She squirms a little as I hold it behind her.

  “Hold still, Pais, or I won’t be gentle. Last warning.”

  She nods. “O-okay.”

  I press it up against her and her legs tense.

  “Relax.”

  She exhales a deep breath and nods her head.

  “It doesn’t come out until I say it does, understood?”

  She nods again.

  I take some more of the lube and squeeze it out on her ass, then smear it around her with my fingers. I press them up against her and a shudder rips through her body.

  Good. It’s how I like her best, squirming.

  Slowly, I work one finger in and swirl it around, coating her up. I still remember the first time I took her ass, back in college. One look at her and I never thought she’d ever be up for it, but she was giddy with excitement.

  Fuck, I can still remember how hard my cock was when she agreed to give it a go.

  H
er innocence only made it better, and I’ve never even thought about trying it with another woman after her. No woman has ever compared to her.

  Before long, I have two fingers in, and Pais is cooing and gasping at the intrusion. Her eyes roll back and I know she’s already close.

  I take the plug and ever so gently, push it in, watching every reaction on her face. Once it’s inside, I give it a little pat on the end for safekeeping.

  “Fuck,” she gasps.

  I lean down to her ear. “It stays until I say.”

  “You said that already, asshole. Just hurry. I’m so close.”

  I grin and kiss her lightly on the cheek. “Not until I say.”

  I leave her bent over the counter, the plug in her ass, and walk around and pour myself a glass of water from the faucet. I stand there on the other side, watching her every single reaction with a smug, satisfied smile on my face.

  The teasing makes this all a million times better.

  Her eyes roll up to me, and I can see the frustration in them. “You get off on torturing me, don’t you?”

  I shrug. “Has its perks.”

  “Seriously, my legs are getting tired.”

  “Done running your mouth yet?” I smirk.

  She shakes her head, then stops, grins at me and nods.

  I know she’s full of shit. She knows she’s full of shit.

  “Good, go take that shower. I’ll wait.”

  Her eyes narrow. “What?”

  “You heard me.”

  She doesn’t even say the words, her eyes tell the whole story. Please? I’m dying over here.

  “Go on. I’ll wait.” I gesture toward her bathroom. “I’ll bring you a towel.”

  She pushes back from the counter, defiant as always. I knew this was what she’d do. She knows how to play the game as well as I do.

  She does her best to not look irritated and nods. “Okay, Collins. I will take that shower.”

  She pulls her jeans up over her hips and takes her first few steps gingerly, because of the plug. When she sees me smirk at her, she straightens up and walks normally the rest of the way to the bathroom.

  “Oh, and Pais?” I say, just as she’s about to go through the door.

  She lets out a frustrated sigh. “What?”

  “It stays in, and no touching yourself.”

  Her jaw sets. “Fine.”

  I smile. “It’ll be worth it, I promise.”

  I swear I hear her mutter, “It better be.”

  * * *

  I hear Pais’s ginger footsteps coming down the hall. I glance around and everything is ready. I hauled ass to get her bed put together and sheets on it. There’s a nightstand on each side, and I have a few candles lit. It’s as romantic as it can get.

  I stand up at the edge of the bed, in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, waiting to see her as she comes through the door.

  She doesn’t disappoint either.

  She made sure to take her sweet-ass time in the shower, like I knew she would, just to spite me. She enters the room in a matching pair of black lace underwear, with black nylon garters halfway up each thigh.

  I laid them out for her when I put the towel in the bathroom earlier.

  The slow pace of her walk tells me the plug hasn’t gone anywhere. She likes playing this little game as much as I do. She always did and always will.

  Her eyes widen when she sees the bed and the candles, and a sly little smile threatens to show on her lips, despite the anticipation and frustration from all the teasing.

  She starts to say something, but I cut her off.

  “On the bed, now.”

  She doesn’t hesitate, but she doesn’t jump at my command either. She walks over and lays down on her stomach.

  I walk slowly behind her around the bed, appraising every square inch of her perfect body. She belongs in a damn museum. Pais is just—beautiful. I don’t know how to say it any other way than that. She’s not fake, not plastic, just natural beauty. She’s gorgeous in a gown or in sweatpants, makeup or no makeup.

  I climb up behind her and lift her ass up to me while her chest stays pressed against the sheets. Slowly, I slide my hand down under her pussy, running my fingers the length of it, then lightly tap against her ass to make sure the plug is in place.

  “It’s still there,” she whispers.

  “That’s not my concern.” I lean down, and slowly pull the panties down her ass, and take my time running my tongue along her wet slit.

  She shudders as my tongue glides across her.

  “Did you touch yourself?”

  “I wanted to.”

  “That’s not what I asked, Pais.”

  Finally, she shakes her head. “No.”

  “That’s a good girl.” I run my hand along the back of her thigh, then take a finger under one of the garters. “I like this outfit.”

  “Oh, I’m sure you do.” She pauses. “It was a pain in the ass to get it on, pun intended.”

  I smile but don’t break character, then lean over, my chest against her back, and lick along the shell of her ear. My cock has been hard as a rock ever since she went to take a shower and it presses up against her pussy and ass. “Do you like it?”

  “Like what?”

  I thrust my cock up against the plug in her ass, jolting it forward. “This.”

  “Shit,” she gasps. Then slowly, like she’s being shy, nods her head. “Maybe.”

  I grip down on her collar bone. “Good, I’m going to fuck you while it’s still in there.”

  “Holy...”

  I slip my briefs down and line up my cock with her entrance. She’s got her ass in the air, chest down on the mattress, and I tease my dick along her clit from underneath. “Good, you’re wet.” I part her lips and push inside before she can respond, and holy shit, it’s euphoric.

  She clenches down on me, and I feel the plug in her ass as I push in and out of her, and it’s tighter, hotter, wetter, than I ever remember. I want nothing more than to fuck her as hard as I can until I blow deep inside her pussy, but I have to show restraint. It’ll be over way too fast if I do that.

  Reluctantly, I slide in and out of her in deep, hard strokes.

  She’s so damn wet it streams down her thighs onto the new sheets. I lean over her back and kiss along her neck as I fuck into her from behind. “You gonna come for me, Pais?”

  She bites down on the sheets and nods her head.

  “Do it then, come on my cock.” I straighten up and pound into her harder.

  Her entire body quivers and shakes.

  I push my thumb up against the plug and apply pressure as the orgasm rips through her limbs. She shudders and everything tightens even more. Her pussy squeezes my dick so hard I might pass out, but I apply even more pressure and wiggle my thumb around.

  “Holy. Shit. Donavan!” She’s gasping for air, barely able to say the words.

  I have no idea how I haven’t blown already. I do whatever I can not to think about it, because I’m not done with her. I’m going to fuck her mouth and her ass too.

  Once the orgasm courses through her limbs, I don’t even give her a second to recover. I turn her over and suckle her clit. Goosebumps break out all over the insides of her thighs. I lick and suck, raking my teeth across the tender skin all around her.

  Her hands fly down and her nails drag through my hair.

  This is how she’s meant to be. Writhing beneath me.

  I glance up and her eyes are closed. Her arms press her tits together, and I slide up and take one of them in my mouth. When I bite down on her nipple, her chest arches up into me.

  “Oh God.”

  I get up on my knees and straddle her. Her eyelashes flutter open just as I start fucking her tits, staring straight down at her eyes.

  “Hold them there.”

  She nods and keeps them together with the insides of her arms as I thrust between them.

  With one hand, I reach back and put two fingers inside her pussy and work her clit
with my thumb. “I told you. I’m going to fuck everything on your goddamn body.”

  She goes to say something, and I take my fingers that were just inside her and push them into her mouth. My hips still thrusting my cock between her tits, I lean down, so we’re eye to eye. “I’m going to fuck this mouth.” I push my fingers in a little harder, to the point she gags a little.

  Her eyes are two big, white orbs.

  “Your tits. Your pussy. Your ass.” I put my hand lightly around her throat, just so she knows it’s there. “I want all of you, and I will have it.”

  I can practically feel her heart pounding inside her chest. I love how nervous I can still make her, and I love how her body comes alive when I touch her.

  I lean over her and put one palm on the wall, so my cock is inches from her mouth. Her eyes roll up to mine, seemingly asking for permission, and I nod.

  Then, and only then, her lips part and she takes me in her mouth. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I forgot how good it feels when Paisley sucks me.

  I always tried to go down on her just as much as she went down on me, like it was a give and take, but damn, nobody else could ever compare to her. I have a feeling she’s never done it for anyone else, either. I don’t know why, and it wouldn’t surprise me if I was the only one, but it’s like I just know things with her.

  It’s the same way I’ve never been inside anyone else’s ass. It just feels, I don’t know—sacred, something for just us.

  I’m already getting close. I can feel it in my balls, building and building, a huge pressure that needs relieved.

  I pull myself out of her mouth and try not to grin. It doesn’t fit the mood of the room, but all I want to do when I see her face is smile.

  I work my way back down between her legs, and then place each hand on the back of her knees and shove them up to her shoulders. It angles her ass and pussy up at me, lifted off the bed, and I can see the end of the plug.

  “Hold your legs.”

  She reaches around and grabs each one, holding them in place.

  I grab the lube from the nightstand and toss it down on the bed next to me.