“Doing okay so far?” I murmur, unbuttoning my top button on my jeans.
His infamous smirk comes into play. “A job as a stripper isn’t in your future, English. I mean, sure, you’ve got the tits for it, but the whole seductive teasing thing needs some work.”
Rolling my eyes, I unzip my jeans and then shimmy them over my hips. For someone not interested in me being a stripper, he sure looks seconds from shoving all his money into my panties. This time, I’m the one smirking.
I kick away my jeans, but remain in my orange socks and black panties. I may not be a stripper, but I was a cheerleader. I know how to move my body and demand attention. With confidence that comes easy in his presence, I prance over to him, swaying my hips for his benefit. His breath hitches when I place a knee on the bed beside his hip.
“Your dad could come in any second,” he mocks. “He’d be so shocked to know his daughter’s a slut.”
“Stripper,” I murmur, climbing onto his lap. “Sluts are the girls you fucked all summer.”
He sneers. “I didn’t fuck anyone this summer.”
My brows fly to my hairline. “Liar.”
“Why would I lie?” he asks as he sits up.
His hands grab my ass, dragging me over his cock that strains in his slacks. I grab onto his shoulders, steadying myself.
“Because you want to sleep with me,” I offer.
“I’ll fuck you no matter what, English. Whether I fucked everyone in Hood River or not.”
“Gross.”
He grips my hair, pulling down so that I’m staring up at the ceiling. Warm breath tickles my neck before he runs his tongue along my skin. I groan when he starts sucking a little path toward my collarbone. He nips at my flesh and then teases his tongue down to my breast. A whimper crawls out of me the second he sucks on my nipple.
Shamelessly, I work my hips along his hard shaft, needing to feel him. He bites on my nipple in a punishing way that makes my pussy clench.
“What are you going to do when Garrett walks in here?” he taunts, his breath hot against my nipple.
“He won’t. Dad respects a closed door. Always has.”
“So I can take advantage of you then?”
“It’s your funeral.”
He bites me again. It doesn’t hurt like it should. All it does is electrify my need for him. I want him to pull his cock out and slide me onto it, fucking me until we’re both sated.
“That feel good rubbing on me?” he murmurs, giving my ass a squeeze.
“Mmmhmm.”
“Get on the floor, loser.”
I smack his shoulder, shooting him a glare. “No.”
Fire flickers in his stare. “You wanted to be punished, practically agreed to it, so I’m going to punish you. On your knees, woman.”
“I get no pleasure?”
“Nope.”
“I have to suck your diseased dick?”
His grin is wicked. “Yep.”
“Fuck you.”
“Later,” he growls. “Now get down there and pull my dick out.”
We have a stare off, waiting for the other to back down. Neither of us does.
“You have a word that’ll get you out of this,” he reminds me. “If you want to pussy out, then use it.”
He’s so infuriating.
Sliding out of his lap, I give him an exaggerated thumbs-up. “Got it, Mr. Hutton.”
“I hate that fucking thumb. And it’s Cal,” he grinds out. “You’re about to choke on my dick, so you get to use the magical word.”
I huff but kneel between his spread thighs. My palms slide up his pant legs to where his cock strains in his slacks. Before I can undo the belt, he stops me, holding on to each wrist.
“When Terrence first went into the hospital, they thought he’d need a blood transfusion. It was a wakeup call that I felt like I ought to be tested before donating blood. I slept with a lot of women.” His serious stare immobilizes me. “Turns out, I’m the wrong blood type for him anyway, but I did get a full panel of tests done. Miraculously, I’m clean.”
“Every girl wants to hear about all the girls her guy has fucked,” I deadpan. “Thanks for the lesson in your sexual history.”
His eyebrow cocks up at my sass. He doesn’t let go, which means he’s waiting on a response.
“I’m clean too, remember?” I pause to chew on my bottom lip. “And after what happened…” I blink back the burn in my eyes as I try not to let the loss of the baby consume me. “I’m also on birth control.”
He studies me for a beat, like he might ask me to elaborate on what I was about to say, but in the end, he nods.
“Suck my clean dick, loser.”
I punch his thigh, making him laugh. “I’m not doing it now.”
“Aww,” he taunts. “My girl needs coddling to get her to open that pretty mouth. What do you want to hear, English? That I think your tits are fucking divine? That my mouth waters to taste your pussy because I can smell your arousal from here and I’m starved for it?”
I squirm at his words. “That’s a good start. Keep going.”
“I think you’re beautiful,” he murmurs, absolutely no humor in his voice. “It makes me crazy. Angry. Stressed the fuck out. Bitter. It still doesn’t change the fact you’re the hottest girl I’ve ever seen.”
“That’s sweet, I think. Also kind of messed up.”
“Put my dick in your mouth, Charlie girl. Those juicy lips are too perfect to not be put to good use.”
I chew on the bottom one as I unbuckle his belt. His
