She leans in, pushing her breasts into my face, then slides her tongue over my bottom lip before moving it to my ear. “You like my pussy, baby? You like how wet it is for you?”
“Yes… fucking hell, yes.”
She bites on my earlobe, unleashing a twinge of pain that only brings me that much closer to losing my mind. “You wanna control me, baby?” she moans, really grinding on my cock now.
I nod fiercely, seconds away from coming.
And then—
Her eyes make contact with mine. They burn and crackle as though I’ve just thrown lighter fluid on them. “Well, too fucking bad. You don’t get to.” Her voice cracks like a whip and the next thing I know, she’s rolling off me, stopping my orgasm in its tracks. “In fact, you don’t get me at all anymore. You wanna know why?”
What the fuck is happening? All the blood is concentrated around my dick and it’s making it impossible to think straight.
“Alyssa—”
She whips around, naked and glorious, the tips of her hair just long enough to stroke her nipples. “Because this is my body. My pussy. My fucking orgasm. None of it belongs to you. They belong to me and I chose to give them to you. I allowed it to happen. But you know what? That stops. Right. Fucking. Now.”
My breath is caught in my chest. There’s no way she means this. Zero chance she’s actually telling me no, right?
“You’re not the one in control anymore, Uri. I am. You want me? Then you better start treating me right.”
She turns and grabs the silver slip where we left it sprawled on the floor. When she bends to reveal her glistening wetness for the briefest of seconds, my head spins. She’s serious. The little kiska is truly denying me what’s mine.
I get off the bed and force my throbbing erection back into my pants. She peeks up warily like she thinks I’m coming for her, but instead, I march toward the door.
“You’re leaving?” she balks
“You did say you wanted your privacy.”
“Wait! It’s not the weekend now. Let me out!”
I shake my head. “That’s not happening anymore.”
There’s genuine horror on her face now and it makes something inside me shiver violently. Push it down. Push it the fuck down, man.
“You can’t do this!” she protests, following me towards the door, her slip strap falling off of one shoulder.
“Actually, I can.”
“But why? I don’t understand why I have to be down here. It makes no—”
I whip around, furious at her gall, furious that she’s under my skin, furious that she has the power to draw me down here in the first place. “You’re down here because that’s where you belong.”
She flinches back but she doesn’t back down. In fact, those blue eyes of hers just burn a little brighter. I’ve thrown more lighter fluid into the fire.
“You’re pathetic, you know that?” she hisses. “You do this every time. Every freaking time. Any time you get close to me, or talk to me, or let me in just a little, you freak out immediately afterward and you push me away. Don’t think I don’t know exactly what’s going on.”
Anger surges through my body instantaneously. Fuck lighter fluid—this is dirty fuel, the nastiest fuel possible. It’ll hurt later. But for now, it’s viciously effective.
“If you knew exactly what’s going on, then you wouldn’t be foolish enough to assume there’s anything between us.”
Her eyes flicker. “There is something going on between us, whether you like it or not. The last few weeks—something has changed—”
“You’re right. Something has changed. But not for the better. Don’t you get it? I was playing with you, baby. That’s what I fucking do.”
It’s shallow and petty and I fucking hate myself for saying it even as the words come out of my mouth. But she believes it. Without a moment of skepticism, she swallows my ugly lies right away.
She believes without a shred of lingering doubt that she’s meaningless to me.
Hell, maybe it’s better this way. Better for her to believe I don’t care at all than to believe that I care too much.
Fuck if I know for sure, though. I’m riled up and frustrated and horny and enraged at myself for getting into this situation in the first place.
“Nothing is going on between us. Nothing ever will. It was all about convenience. You were in my house; you were clearly willing. All you were to me is a shiny new toy—and I like breaking in my toys.”