“Careful, Alice,” he warned softly.
A thrill of anxious excitement coursed down her spine. She really was in a volatile mood, about to either break or go up in flame at any moment.
“I don’t want to be careful.” She reached for his cock.
He caught her wrist lightning quick and jerked her hand away, lunging off the tree.
He pulled her after him through the wooded upgrade. Alice felt like a she was being towed by a tornado. She jogged to keep up with his long legs, twigs and brush snapping beneath her sandals. She spied the castle’s sloping emerald-green lawn through the trees and began to regret her provocative behavior.
What the hell is wrong with you? You were so happy to see him. And all you could do was piss him off? What are you, some kind of social moron?
“Wait, Dylan, I didn’t—”
It was like talking to a storm. She tried to interrupt his determined stride, but he didn’t turn around, and she certainly didn’t think he was listening. They broke the tree line. He hauled her in front of a neat, wooden shed at the edge of the woods. Alice had never noticed the secreted outbuilding before. He reached for the door. He pulled on her hand, drawing her over the threshold in front of him. As soon as she was inside, he dropped her hand. Alice spun around to see his tall shadow blocking the brilliant sunlight before he slammed the door shut with a bang. She glanced around the darkened room anxiously.
“What is this place?” she asked between pants for air.
“The gardener’s shed. This isn’t going to wait for us to make it to the house.”
She heard the sound of a lock snick into place. Her heartbeat began to throb in her ears. She took a step back from Dylan’s encroaching shadow. Light snuck in around the frame of the door, but otherwise it was dark.
“I don’t want to do it in here,” she said defiantly. “It’s hot.”
“It’s air-conditioned.”
“Not very well. And there are probably spiders.”
“I agree. And mice. And sharp implements all over the place.” She jumped when his arm snaked out and his hand opened on the back of her neck. “I wouldn’t touch anything but what’s necessary, if I were you. Now. Let’s scratch that itch you have, Alice. Or should I say, let’s blast that chip off your shoulder?” he asked sarcastically before his mouth covered hers.
She moaned as his arms went around her and his mouth single-mindedly consumed. His taste registered in her flustered brain, already so familiar. So delicious. It took only seconds before she was digging her fingertips into his T-shirt and lean waist, kissing him back angrily. Hungrily. It rose in her again like pressurized magma, her need alarming but undeniable.
His hands moved between them, unfastening her cotton blouse. With the last two buttons to go, he made an impatient, rough sound in his throat and tore open the shirt. Through the roar in her ears, Alice vaguely heard the sound of plastic buttons skittering across the tile floor. He broke their kiss and whipped the shirt down her arms and hands, her bra following almost immediately.
His hands slid along her naked sides, the slight calluses on them making her shiver despite the heat. His hands cradled her naked breasts, his fingertips pinching lightly at her nipples. Liquid heat rushed through her. She moaned shakily, dipping her knees and rubbing up against him, desperate for friction. His touch undid her, as always. The bulge of his cock behind his jeans drove her crazy. He molded her breasts to his big hands, massaging her tautly. His groan spiked her arousal. “I was going to pamper you tonight, but Princess Alice always gets what she wants, doesn’t she?”
Princess Addie.
A frisson of anxiety swept through her as she heard the words in her head, like a memory … but not her own. Where had that inexplicable phrase come from?
“Princess?” she scoffed, forcing her mind onto the solidity of the moment … the vibrant reality of Dylan. She reached between his thighs. She found the rigid column of his cock and stroked it at the same time she ground their pelvises tighter, rolling her hips. “I’m no princess.”
“No,” he agreed grimly, leaning over her and cradling one of her breasts in his hand. He pinched a nipple between thumb and forefinger. “You’re a fucking dictator, the way you jerk my dick around.”
He forced her back to arch. He sucked her nipple into his mouth and applied a hot, taut suction. Alice writhed against him. Her fingers ran the length of his turgid cock, pumping and pressing through his jeans. It made her crazy, feeling his shape and the strength of his arousal. She used her other hand to find his testicles, cupping them through the fabric. Her nipple popped out of his mouth. He found her wrists and pulled her hands away from his cock.
“I’m going to give you what you want this afternoon, little girl,” he said, his voice rough and ominous sounding in the darkness. “But tonight, I’m going to make you show me some control.”
She thought of demanding what he meant by that, but then he was unfastening her shorts and jerking her clothing down over her hips. It was like that day in the stables. Hot. Sweaty. Definitely out of control.
After a moment, she stood panting, wearing only her sandals. Dylan spun her in his arms. He hugged her to him, his greater height and weight forcing her to bend at the waist. She felt his hand between their bodies, working at the buttons of his jeans and hauling them down to his thighs.
“You know what to do,” he said, his mouth near her ear. “Bend over. Let me at that hot little pussy. I’m going to give you what you need.”
She clenched her eyelids shut at his illicit instructions, both agitated and aroused by his dirty talk. Her sex was wet and tingling, so needy for pressure. Relief.
She bent at the waist, sending her bare ass against his protruding sex. God, it felt good. He was so heavy and hard for her. Such a beautiful man; such a mouthwatering cock. She circled her bottom against him in a tempting gesture.
He popped her ass with his hand. The resulting sting ramped up her excitement.