“You need to be patient.” He pressed on my back again with one hand, and then his lips landed on the nape of my neck as he pushed my hair to one side. He trailed kisses down my spine, my body shivering from the touches. Finally, after what felt like an excruciating amount of time, I felt his body slide back up behind mine. His lips dropped to my shoulder, and his hand snaked around, lifting up my skirt to start rubbing light, slow circles that about made me come undone. The anticipation had been killing me. And that’s exactly what he wanted.
“Stop,” I murmured, squeezing my eyes shut and trying to control myself from exploding all over his fingers that were currently pumping in and out. Not that I wanted him to stop, really it would be like pure torture if he did, but I wanted him inside of me.
“Stop what?” he asked in between the kisses he was placing on my shoulder.
I couldn’t answer him. I was too overwhelmed. His grip loosened on my hips and then he just stopped. I waited for what was to come next. His lips were still at my shoulder, and he sucked hard before pulling away.
“What are you doing?” I whispered.
“You told me to stop. Why did you tell me to stop?” I didn’t turn around. I knew what he wanted me to say, but I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.
“Why?” he repeated, leaning close to my ear, his warm breath causing me to shiver. He wrapped an arm around my waist and I felt one finger back between my legs. He pushed hard, pumping in and out of me quickly. I was so close. My mind was a blurred mess. I could barely stand as it was. I probably wouldn’t be able to if Justin didn’t have his arm wrapped tightly around my waist. And then he stopped…again.
“Say it,” he demanded. He leaned down and sucked hard on my neck, making me cry out. “Tell me you want me inside of you,” he whispered huskily. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
I gulped thickly. “I need you to fuck me.”
He groaned loudly from behind me. “I love to hear you talk dirty. It’s so fucking hot.” I could hear a ripping noise and I gasped when he gripped the backs of my thighs and spread my legs even further apart. This was the side of Justin that I loved. He could be sweet and gentle when he wanted, but I liked that little bit of roughness. It was a definite turn-on.
He lifted my skirt and roughly jammed two fingers inside of me, grabbing onto my ponytail with his other hand to tip my head back toward him.
Need overwhelmed me.
His hand moved from between my legs, and then he gripped my hips. He grunted and slammed into me, his hips crashing into my ass again…and again…and again.
I definitely didn’t want him to stop now.
I HADN’T PLANNED on this happening, I swear. I’d sat at the table with Nate and Mia, pissed as hell every time that douchebag stopped Della. I didn’t go over there, though. I needed to trust her, I guess, even though it was hard as hell. It wasn’t really that I didn’t trust her. It was more him. I saw the way he looked at her, hell, I looked at her the same exact way; only, I was allowed to. Sure, Della probably wouldn’t think the same thing. I mean, technically, our relationship was new, I shouldn’t be this territorial, but I couldn’t help myself.
He finally left after there were only two other tables left. He walked past me; giving me a glare that I think was supposed to be badass or something. Apparently, he didn’t know whom he was dealing with. It took everything in me not to go straight out the front door and beat the shit out of him. I knew that would probably just piss Della off. I didn’t think she had any feelings left for him, but they did have a history, a history that I couldn’t begin to comprehend. That didn’t make it any easier for me to understand why she took the time to meet with him.
So, I waited for Della. I had no clue why Brian would let her close the place up by herself at night, and I really needed to have a talk with him about that one. Or try to be here every night she worked, even though that would probably be impossible.
She looked so damn adorable when I said I was ready to leave. I knew what she wanted. I could read it in the way she was watching at me, chewing on her bottom lip, her pale blue eyes wide with need. There was no way in hell I could tell her no, and with just a tiny, little bit of persuasion on her part, she got exactly what she wanted.
And now she was sprawled out in front of me, the smooth skin of her back beneath my hands, that tiny ass skirt still in place but pulled up just enough so her ass was peeking out, just like I wanted it. And those legging things. I had every guy’s fantasy right in front of me, and I was enjoying the hell out of it.