I pressed my lips to the corner of his mouth. He instantly shut up and went completely still. I had him. His lips were soft, and I trailed more gentle kisses over them, taking little sips. We’d never kissed like this before. Manic liked to consume when he kissed, and judging by the way his chest rose and fell as if he were still chopping wood, he was desperate to do that now.
Threading my fingers in his hair, I sucked his lower lip, just a little, before swiping it with my tongue. He huffed a rough breath out through his nose and leaned into me more. He was plastered against me now. His bare, monster chest against mine, radiating so much heat I didn’t feel the cold. My nipples tightened, and I swiped with my tongue again.
Manic groaned and opened his mouth, his tongue brushing mine, but he was still letting me lead. I leaned into him more, needing to get closer, and wrapped my arms around his neck. Then I opened my mouth under his and finally deepened the kiss, my tongue licking into his mouth.
His arms tightened around me, and he straightened, lifting me off my feet and pulling my legs around his waist. I groaned again when I felt the bulge behind his zipper.
“You’re so hard,” I said against his lips. Then, god, I couldn’t stop myself from rubbing against him.
“Was hard the minute I saw you.” Then he started walking, heading for the house. His fingers delved into my hair and he made me look into his eyes. “The way you just kissed me?” He growled a little. “Yeah, you don’t even know the fucking you earned yourself, cupcake.” He sucked on my lips. “Won’t be happy until you’re screaming my name.”
He pushed the door open. “But your dad—”
“He’s sleeping on a cot in his workshop. Said he wanted to give us some privacy.”
“Oh…”
“Yeah, oh,” he said, shut the door, and strode down the hall to the bedroom at that end. “You remember what I said earlier, Addison?”
I swallowed, the sound audible, and I nodded. The room he walked into wasn’t overly big, and the wood-framed bed filled most of the space. There were posters of tattooed, half-dressed women and bikes on the walls. This had been Manic’s room when he lived here. I squirmed against him, nervous, turned on, excited.
He lowered me to my feet, then sat in front of me on the edge of the bed. Curling his fingers around my hips, he pulled me forward so I was standing between his spread thighs. “That pussy still aching?”
I was suddenly shy. God, how did he do this to me? “Yes.”
“You been wanting me all day, baby? You gonna give me what I asked for?”
“Yes.” I’d barely recovered after our encounter in the kitchen before he went to speak with his father, and that kiss had fired me up all over again, only hotter.
He unzipped the jacket I was wearing, slid it off, and dropped it, then tapped the side of my foot and patted his thigh. I lifted my foot, and he rested it above his knee and undid the laces, tugging the boot off, then sliding off my sock. He did the same with the other foot, then gripped the front of my tights and slid them down my legs, tossing them aside as well.
I stood there in my shirt and panties. They were deep purple lace and barely covered anything.
Manic muttered a curse. “Spread your legs for me, just a little.”
I did what he asked. He had that effect on me. I wanted to please him. When he was in charge, I didn’t have to think or worry. I didn’t have to make decisions or wonder what he was thinking. All I had to do was feel.
He pressed his hand to my lower belly and swiped his thumb over the lace covering my slit. I moaned and tried to open my legs wider, but his feet were planted on either side of mine, stopping me.
He shook his head, his lips kicking up on one side, knowing exactly what he was doing. “You get more when I decide to give you more.” He pressed his thumb a little deeper, and I bit my lip and grabbed his shoulder to hold myself up when my knees threatened to give out. “Your panties are soaked, Addie, but I think we can do better, yeah?”
Better? I was ready to straddle one of those massive thighs and grind against him until I came. “I’m good. I think you should take your pants off instead.” He laughed, low and deep, and the sound made me hotter. “Manic…” I knew I’d made a mistake as soon as the name left my mouth.
His hand shot out, and he swatted my ass—hard. I yelped and grabbed for his shoulder again. But he swiped my arm down, grabbed me, and tossed me over his lap.
He gripped my ass and squeezed where he’d slapped it.
I moaned and squirmed. “Levi. I meant to say Levi.”
“Too late now.”
He slapped my ass, and I jolted and gasped. That was harder than before. It stung, and I squirmed again, but he held me firm with one hand across my back. Then he gripped my underwear in his other hand and dragged them off my legs and dropped them on the floor.
He ran his hand over one cheek. “I thought I had a good girl, but it looks like I got myself a brat. Are you a brat, Addison?”
I felt confused and turned on and my ass stung, but my pussy spasmed, growing wetter. “I don’t know…I’m not—” His hand came down again, and I cried out, clenching my cheeks and trying to wriggle away. “Oh god.” My voice was breathy and needy. The sting of my ass mixed with the ache deep inside had me panting, my mind scrambling.
Manic rubbed the sting away and it became an intense throb. “You don’t like that, do you, baby? You want to be a good girl for me?”