to just fucking last night, Noah! How can you deny that? You almost punched Carson when he wanted to come inside me. If there was nothing—like you say there is—you wouldn’t have cared . I would’ve been a bit of pussy to enjoy for a few hours.” My tone was nasty and I snarled. “You said you wanted to get off on watching another man fuck me. You didn’t get off. It hurt you. Why do you deny that?”
His entire body bunched. “Don’t talk like that.”
“Like what? You don’t want me to say the word pussy or fuck? Does it affect you? Make you horny as hell?” My nipples ached, and the moisture inside only increased the more I goaded him. Why couldn’t he see he drove me wild—insane with need for him?
He advanced, stopping a centimetre away. My chest panted, and I restrained myself from rubbing my naked breasts against his wet pecs. Thank God our net-curtains weren’t see-though. Having a fight naked in our lounge would’ve entertained our neighbours no end.
“Don’t remind me of that man fucking you.” He gritted his teeth. “I don’t like it.”
“What don’t you like about it? Watching him or knowing he pleasured me?”
He growled, his arms rippling with anger. “ Both. I wanted to be the one to pleasure you. I thought it would be easy to watch but—it lacerated me.” His eyes tightened with torment. “It showed me lying to myself doesn’t work, and it crippled me to hear you enjoying him. Those little cries, the pants. Christ, Linden you writhed for him. It was the hottest thing, and I get hard every time I think about it, but I. Was. Lying. I didn’t want to watch you. You mean more—”
“So you admit you felt protective, that you wanted me for yourself?” My heart whirled. More. He’d said it. He couldn’t take that back.
He narrowed his eyes, flecks of colour kaleidoscoping. “You want me to admit I want you? Fine! I fucking want you. I love living with you. I love working with someone so bright and smart and capable. I love your sense of humour when you have friends over on a Friday night. I love the way you whimper when you finger yourself in bed. You think I don’t hear you. But I do. It ties me in fucking knots.” His chest heaved as he pressed against me, his breath hot on my face as he growled, “Is that what you want to hear? That I want to throw you to the floor and dive inside you?”
My heart galloped even as my body throbbed with every word. I trembled with the most uncontrollable need. Never had someone been so angry and fierce with me before. Never had words made ache and be wet as hell.
“Then do something about it. Take me. Now. Alone. You can have me all to yourself.” Please God, let him take me. I was melting in front of him from the intense pressure inside. I needed to have him in me again. To have those strong arms around me, holding me tight as he ploughed into me.
He closed his eyes tightly, sucking in a sharp breath. “I can’t. Go put some clothes on.”
Livid temper filled me; I wrenched his towel off his hips in one swoop. His cock jumped, fully erect.
He grunted and stepped back. “What the hell are you doing? I told you. It was one night only!”
“You can’t tell me all of that and deny me, Noah. That’s called being a tease, and I can see you want me as much as I want you. You just admitted it. Do you get off on self-denial?” I seethed. “It doesn’t make sense. You turned me inside-out last night. I want more. I want you. I want to see if we get along out of the bedroom as well as we did in it last night.” I reached for him, but he scrambled back, abdominals rippling in his haste to move. “Come here.”
“I can’t.
His entire body bunched. “Don’t talk like that.”
“Like what? You don’t want me to say the word pussy or fuck? Does it affect you? Make you horny as hell?” My nipples ached, and the moisture inside only increased the more I goaded him. Why couldn’t he see he drove me wild—insane with need for him?
He advanced, stopping a centimetre away. My chest panted, and I restrained myself from rubbing my naked breasts against his wet pecs. Thank God our net-curtains weren’t see-though. Having a fight naked in our lounge would’ve entertained our neighbours no end.
“Don’t remind me of that man fucking you.” He gritted his teeth. “I don’t like it.”
“What don’t you like about it? Watching him or knowing he pleasured me?”
He growled, his arms rippling with anger. “ Both. I wanted to be the one to pleasure you. I thought it would be easy to watch but—it lacerated me.” His eyes tightened with torment. “It showed me lying to myself doesn’t work, and it crippled me to hear you enjoying him. Those little cries, the pants. Christ, Linden you writhed for him. It was the hottest thing, and I get hard every time I think about it, but I. Was. Lying. I didn’t want to watch you. You mean more—”
“So you admit you felt protective, that you wanted me for yourself?” My heart whirled. More. He’d said it. He couldn’t take that back.
He narrowed his eyes, flecks of colour kaleidoscoping. “You want me to admit I want you? Fine! I fucking want you. I love living with you. I love working with someone so bright and smart and capable. I love your sense of humour when you have friends over on a Friday night. I love the way you whimper when you finger yourself in bed. You think I don’t hear you. But I do. It ties me in fucking knots.” His chest heaved as he pressed against me, his breath hot on my face as he growled, “Is that what you want to hear? That I want to throw you to the floor and dive inside you?”
My heart galloped even as my body throbbed with every word. I trembled with the most uncontrollable need. Never had someone been so angry and fierce with me before. Never had words made ache and be wet as hell.
“Then do something about it. Take me. Now. Alone. You can have me all to yourself.” Please God, let him take me. I was melting in front of him from the intense pressure inside. I needed to have him in me again. To have those strong arms around me, holding me tight as he ploughed into me.
He closed his eyes tightly, sucking in a sharp breath. “I can’t. Go put some clothes on.”
Livid temper filled me; I wrenched his towel off his hips in one swoop. His cock jumped, fully erect.
He grunted and stepped back. “What the hell are you doing? I told you. It was one night only!”
“You can’t tell me all of that and deny me, Noah. That’s called being a tease, and I can see you want me as much as I want you. You just admitted it. Do you get off on self-denial?” I seethed. “It doesn’t make sense. You turned me inside-out last night. I want more. I want you. I want to see if we get along out of the bedroom as well as we did in it last night.” I reached for him, but he scrambled back, abdominals rippling in his haste to move. “Come here.”
“I can’t.
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