“Go for it, baby boy. Let’s see who caves first,” I said in a low sultry tone. Each word touched his lips and I way overstepped my boundaries. Maybe he would be nice enough to give me a parachute. I didn’t wait for Paxton kiss to me. I did it. I parted his lips with mine and grinded into his hips again, making out like a couple newlyweds. Like we were in love. The make out session lasted for at least twenty minutes. He grew harder, I grew wetter, and desire ignited around us.
My panting breaths mixed with needing moans when his hands found the soft skin below my shirt. Just my back. That’s it. That’s how much power Paxton Pierce had over my body. That was when I would do anything the man told me to do. Tenfold.
“I hate you,” Paxton said with broken words spoken between light kisses to my throat.
I moved my smile to his lips and kissed him. A sigh escaped with the change in my expression. I sat back and moved my eyes to my lap. “No you don’t. You don’t hate me at all, that’s why this is so hard for you. You’re too busy trying to make me someone I don’t remember to enjoy what we have here.”
Paxton moved his eyes to mine and made me look at him. “Passion changes things, huh?”
I smiled back and took a deep breath. “Big time,” I said in agreement. My head nodding to my chest.
Paxton’s head dropped that time. His finger flipped my zipper, up and down while the throb between my legs went crazy. The flip back up barely brushed over my overzealous nub.
“I’m the one who’s supposed to torture you. You’re the one who is supposed to beg me let you come. That’s how it is. Not like this.”
Now would have probably been a good time for a serious conversation. He finally talking, opening up bit by bit, but I didn’t want to talk about feelings. I wanted sex.
“You are torturing me. Let’s go in the bathroom and fuck at thirty-thousand-feet.
Paxton shushed me with his lips when I screamed a little. He stood in half a second, taking me unexpectedly with him.
Had I known the bathroom was big enough for a broom and a dustpan, I might have suggested an alternative. The wing maybe. We tried to do it with my shorts down to my knees, but that didn’t work. I had to step out of the bathroom to get them off. We tried standing up, me straddling his waist. That didn’t work either. There was so much passion searing around us and nothing worked. The hand sanitizer dug into the middle of my back.
“Ouch, stop. Put my feet down,” I said while wiggling away. Paxton asked why, but I didn’t answer I spun toward the sink and bent over as much as I could.
“Damn, baby. You’re so fucking wet,” he rasped while his cock slid up and down my slippery folds. I moaned in pleasure every time his head touched my clit. And then I froze.
“Can I?” he asked with his head at the pucker in my ass.
A surge of adrenalines went through me when I realized what he was asking. “Um … Did we do that before? Did I like it? I don’t feel like I did,” I said while rattling off nervous run-on-sentences.
“No, that was your one and only stipulation, but before you wouldn’t even let me use a finger.”
I snorted and looked over my shoulder. “And you listened?”
“I know, right. It wasn’t much fun. Not before anyway. I love the way your hips wiggle into my finger, inviting me in.”
My cheeks burned and I lied, thinking about the few times that he had used a finger. “That wasn’t an invitation.”
“No?” he questioned while his fingers picked up my arousal slid in. Just the tip. A middle finger I think. I hesitated not about to move, to get busted in a lie. Not a muscle moved, not even a breath. Not until he did the reach around. One pinch to my aching core had me pressing back.
Paxton took the lead by a head when I pushed back. He was the one to stay perfectly still that time. All but the twisting back and forth he did on my clit, that is. I whimpered and backed up more.
“That’s it my little slut, come to your owner.”
I was so messed up in the head. His gravely tone and dominate victory chilled me to the bone. I can’t really call it a premonition because I didn’t really see a vison. It was more like a knowing. I liked it. Paxton was the poison and I liked it. What the hell was wrong with me?
Paxton was a pro. Paxton knew exactly how to set up a plan. Bait the hook for later. I whimpered when he slowly removed his finger and slid into me.
“I might let you have that later. Not in a bathroom. Not now.”
From the time Paxton slid into me, to the time we were both spent, may have been five minutes. I didn’t make it that long. That was a second one for me. That’s how crazy turned on I was.
Once we were finished I stayed behind and cleaned up. Paxton opened the door and I turned to look at him, not expecting him to be looking back. The look in his eyes and the tone in his voice told me I had just chipped away a little more. I would take it.
“You’re driving me crazy.”
I smiled and placed my hand on the door. “You love it.” The door broke our contact and let the back of my head beat off the wall. He did love it, and I loved the crazy I caused. Truth was, he caused the same crazy in me. He knew that, too.