SO COLD
WITH LITTLE CONCERN FOR TREVOR in the trunk of the SUV, Cole gripped my forearm and marched me in the house. I attempted to dig my feet in, kindly informing him I was perfectly capable of walking without assistance, unfortunately, this wasn't received very well. Splenetic and in a foul mood, he shot me a dark glower to quieten down, unrelenting. My attempts to tear my arm away were half-hearted. Angry sex was scrawled in the calendar and I'll be damned if I screw it up. It seemed as if it had been forever since I had anything other than my fingers in between my legs and the car ride had been torturous. I wanted to be taken from every hole. I was concupiscent.
Cole headed to the kitchen, finally releasing his hold on me. He opened a cabinet, pulled out a whiskey bottle, poured himself a considerable amount and threw it back. I watched him, hip leaning against the marble countertop, running a hand through my hair to pull out the tangles. "It was my idea. Not Irvin's–"
The glass thudded on the countertop. He strode over to me, cupping my face in both hands. "Shut the FUCK up," his voice was gruff, loud. And then his mouth was on mine, hot and urgent, aggressive. His hand wrapped around the back of my neck and he squeezed, pressing his hips against me and pushing his tongue into my mouth. I kissed him back with equal fever and unbuckled his belt and jeans, needing his member inside of me. He had other plans. He angled away, breathing harsh, mouth bruised and red. "Get on your fucking knees," he pushed me down and stepped out of his boxers, holding his member and pushing it between my lips. His hands moved to my hair, fisting handfuls. "You can go deeper, you slut. Further, Shay. I'm going to make you into my obedient bitch. Look up at me. I will have total control over your body and your decisions. You're going to ask me for permission to breathe."
I gagged.
He eased up his hold, pulling himself out of my mouth slightly, still irascible but not entirely without care. "Are you okay?"
I nodded, taking him to the back of my throat, determined to make the man unclench his hands and lose control. My tongue glided over his length, tasting his salty and musky seed. I locked lustful gazes and I squeezed his balls and he grunted, his hold tightening, teeth clenched. "Fuck," he cursed moments later and he came into my mouth.
I wanted to spit. I was going to spit. But spitters were quitters and I was just thankful he had a great diet otherwise it would be like tasting copper pennies (thanks Dorito). I leaned back and looked at Cole. "Calling me a whore makes me wetter." I laughed at the dirty look he threw in my direction.
"Take your clothes off," he helped me to stand, impatient with my slow hands and tearing my top from my body. He unclasped my bra as I kicked my combat trousers to the side and his mouth closed over my nipple and he suckled, squeezing my other breast painfully in his hand.
I enjoyed the sensation and closed my eyes briefly as he kissed his way down my skin, pausing with his mouth brushing against my panty-clad privates. "I promised to fuck you until you're unable to walk," he murmured, pulling the material down and licking the wet area. "I lied. You can go fuck yourself, Shay." He stood up, heavy brow low over a dark gaze, pulling his boxers up over his legs and covering his member. His rage was still madly storming. "I mean it, order a dildo from Amazon and fuck yourself. I don't want to touch you."
In disbelief, I blurted. "Are you fucking kidding me?"
He poured himself another drink and said, coldblooded. "You weren't supposed to be working. You lied to me. Get the hell out of my house. I don't care where you go, I want you to leave."
I laughed humourlessly, enraged by the rejection and the trick. "You're so fucking irritating!" I yelled. "Oh my god. Why are you like this?"
He turned away from me, giving me the cold shoulder and choosing not to respond.
"OK," I gathered my dignity and my clothes under my arm, "fine, fine! I'll go. I can make another dick appointment. You're just an unsaved number in my contacts, Cole. Not anyone with any importance or worth." Bitch ass.
He grabbed my wrist, tone hard, jaw clenched. "Go to Irvin's flat."
"No,"
"Shay."
"Sorry to interrupt but I was sincerely hoping this was going to get frisky. I'm thoroughly disappointed." A sudden voice could be heard from the darkened hallway. "Since you're not going to fuck her, I suggest we watch some pórn. It's nearing Christmas. I want to see Santa fill an elf's asshole with stocking. Or Rudolf's. I don't mind. What do you say? I'll grab the snacks. You can grab the box of tissues and bottle of lube. It'll be fun."
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