“Dirty. You’re so fucking dirty.”
“For who?”
“Me.” His chest sank as his eyes darkened. “Just me.”
I hummed in response, delighting in his expression. Heat coated my skin. I wanted to be dirty for him. Just him. Only for him.
Like I expected, my mouth felt sore as I sucked him, barely able to bring him far enough in. He didn’t seem to mind the shallow strokes as his hips thrust up, trying to accelerate the pace. His hand darted out for my hair, and I looked up at him in warning. Hesitating, he stroked my cheek instead, looking more pained with every second. “Skye,” he growled in disapproval. “You’d better go faster, flower.”
Precum flooded my mouth as I ignored what he said and continued to savour him, and he looked just about ready to punch himself from the pain of it. Shaking, he fell back on the bed, running frustrated hands down his face. I slipped my tights and underwear off the same time I let go of his cock and slowly climbed over him. His arms went around me, caging me to him tightly as my core brushed along his hardness. I grinned down at him, kissing his lips softly. “Your turn?”
I’d hardly finished my question when he brought his hand down between us, taking his length into his hand. He found my heat straightaway, sliding into me with gritted teeth. My fingers dug into his chest as I let out a pained breath. “Sore?” he asked.
“In agony,” I murmured back.
He grinned. “Good.”
Arms still tight around my waist, he thrust his hips up, frenzied, jackhammering into me with his eyes half-open, lost in his own pleasure. I held on for dear life, bouncing over him, my clit rubbing against his flesh with every maddening thrust. Unable to expel my pain and pleasure, I dug my nails into his chest and dropped my head to his shoulder, sucking feverishly at the tender spot on his throat.
He cursed under me, said things that made me shiver. “Dirty, Skye. You’re so fucking dirty like me—”
I exploded around him, my quaking walls clenching his cock until he, too, came, groaning deeply under me. His arms immediately loosened around me, and it was then I felt how sore my ribs were. I throbbed between my legs, down my body, even my back felt stiff as he loosened under me, his heart beating a fast pulse against my ear.
Was that a punish fuck from Hunter? I wondered just then. Or was that just a normal fuck? Every time felt more brutal than the last.
I would need to recover.
Turning me over suddenly, he hovered over me, kissing my mouth hard. I fell right into him, kissing him back with equal intensity. Pulling back so that our mouths were brushing lightly against each other, he stared into my eyes. His frown lines were all gone, and he looked quite vulnerable now as he watched me for a moment with a loaded expression. “I know I’m being crazy,” he confessed just then, though he didn’t sound apologetic. “But it’s hard, and I’m trying, alright? I’m fucking trying even—even when it feels like I know what I should do. What Iwilldo…”
I was about to ask him what he should do—what hewoulddo—but stopped myself. Deep inside me, I already knew what his answer would be, and I wasn’t ready to hear it.
“Okay,” I whispered instead.
I was such a coward.
But I was playing it safe, trying to draw out this bizarre arrangement before it all came crashing down around me.
I’d play it safe right to the very bitter end.
*
He helped me out of bed sometime later and took me into the shower. He put me under a hot spray, looking a mixture of remorseful and pleased at my pained face.
“This is the way it has to be,” he told me as he helped wash my body, looking resolute. “Until things are different, I have to be this way, Skye.”
What way was that?
Punishing?
Harsh?
Did this man even know how to make love like Leo did?
Not for the first time I thought of how vastly different my men were. Where Hunter was excessive, Leo was tender.
I needed both these boys to balance me out.
Couldn’t Hunter understand that?
“It doesn’t change anything,” I whispered to him, equally resolute as I studied his face as he cleansed me. “And if this doesn’t work for one of you, I walk away from you both.”
His strokes on my skin paused as his eyes met mine. His lips pursed in disapproval, that dark glint in his eyes returning. “We’ll see about that, Skye,” he simply said.