“Fuck you!” I spit with frustration.
He sits up, resting his hands on his knees. He opens his mouth to speak, and I grab his arm by the wrist, locking my left leg around his left shoulder, and squeezing his shoulder with my right leg.
“Damn it, Tate, don’t do it.” He knows I’m about to do an arm bar. He doesn’t try to stop me though, he’s testing me. Seeing if I’ll obey. I’ve never fully done one before, so hopefully I don’t screw this up.
I don’t listen, I flip my right leg next to my left, his arm positioned between the two, and lift my hips. The movement straining his arm to the point it feels like it will pull from its socket.
He groans and taps my thigh. He tapped out.
Being one to follow code, I release him. Reluctantly.
Quickly he recovers, climbing on top of me.
He slams his hands down next to my head, his nostrils flaring.
“Goddamnit!” His face inches from mine as he glares at me with frustration. He fists me by the hair, bringing my face inches from his.
“You want to be a fucking brat?”
“Screw you! You’re such an asshole!” I struggle in his hold. His wild eyes stare daggers into mine, his grip tightening on my hair.
I can’t believe he thinks I would be okay with this. The suggestive comments, the flirting, I’m not a toy! My lips curl, nostrils flaring, I slap him in the face and his head whips to the side. Slowly he brings his eyes to mine, and his hand in my hair tightens into a whole other level. I wince and my body comes alive. His chest rises as his eyes flash with desire.
You want to know why I didn’t fuck some surfer on a surfboard back in LA? Camden and I speak a language in the bedroom that nobody else would understand. I like it rough, and Camden takes as well as he delivers.
Nobody could replace what we have. I would have been torturing myself trying to find a second best.
Without a second thought he slams his mouth against mine hard. The impact bruising my lips. Finally the buildup and tension breaks from the skin contact, and I moan into his lips.
His tongue flicks my top lip, wanting me to open up and I part my mouth. His tongue eagerly sweeps in, tasting me. The fruity taste of red Gatorade fills my mouth, and I kiss him harder.
My lungs burn with the need to breathe, but I don’t pull back. I’ve waited so long for this, a kiss I never thought would happen again. His teeth suddenly clamp down on my bottom lip, and I whimper.
Opening my eyes I find Camden staring back at me with primal desires.
“I won’t be the girl you cheat with, or the girl on the side,” I whisper. My heart aches to say it, and my head screams at me to shut up and look the other way.
His tongue sweeps his bottom lip as he looks at at me deeply.
“Those fuck buddies on my phone, and that girl that just walked in here… they’re Band-Aids. When I couldn’t get you out of my mind with whiskey and Coke, I went to women. Hoping having someone to lay next to would help forget you.”
He thumbs my bottom lip, the heat from his hand traveling through my body from the contact. Hearing he had it just as rough as I did when everything fell at our feet makes me want to weep. I lay in bed for days hoping to fall asleep before I fell apart.
“None of it worked though, because they’re not you,” he whispers.
Camden
Her fuckable lips scream for me to devour them again. One hand in her hair and one on the nape of her neck I’m ready to rip her clothes off and see the beauty of her bare body before me. Looking in-between us I stare at her tits, I have a thing for tits.
Gritting my teeth I pull her top down, her breasts bouncing out. Leaning down I nip at the red bud, and her body arches into mine. Hate and sexual tension race through my veins, as my heart longs for her. I both hate and love her.
How the hell is that possible?
My cock presses into my jockstrap painfully, and I can’t for the life of me wait another second to be inside of Tate.
Letting go of her nipple, I trail my nose up the curve of her body until my lips reach her earlobe.
“Get on your fucking knees,” I seethe.
Not giving her a chance to respond, I shove her onto all fours, and I position myself right behind her. An unintelligible squeak leaves her lips and it’s my undoing. Using both of my hands I hook my fingers into the waistband of her pants and slip them off her delectable ass harshly. Purple panties greet me, the rounds of her ass peeking out. Letting her shorts flutter to her knees I slide my hands up her smooth thighs.