Chapter 30: : Chapter 30

dangerously into one another, daring, tempting, waiting. Knowing that we’ll both get burnt from whatever slips through our fiery little mouths next.

“Let me ask you a question, Han,” I begin, our lips close enough for me to feel the quickness of her breath against mine. “Is it worth losing me over?”

Before she can answer, with my hand still palming her aching center, I pull her underwear to the side, running my finger along her wet slit, pushing it deep inside of her before she can answer. She gasps, throwing her head back against the door. I stare into her as I add another one finger into her warmth. She’s so slick and soft against my long fingers. I slide them in, then out, rubbing her clit with my thumb before slowly filling her with them again.

“Because if you don’t start talking”—I remove my fingers from her panties, bringing the fingers to her mouth, rubbing her arousal all across her full, parted lips—“I promise you I’ll fucking walk.”

She glares at me; her wet lips glistening with the truth of her need for me. I lean forward, licking her bottom lip before sucking it into my mouth and biting down on it. Moaning, she grips the back of my neck, her fingers clawing into the hair there, pulling me deep into her. Our tongues touch as the sweet taste of her lingers between us.

I could never fucking walk. Not with the way she makes me weak at the knees. I’m beyond needing her. I need a new word for need. I require her presence just to breathe. She’s imperative for my existence. It’s as simple and simultaneously as complicated as that.

She pulls back from my lips, taking a breath. She blinks as if an overwhelming dizziness is hitting her, and she needs a clear mind to deny me properly.

“Don’t talk about her to me ever again,” she says, her angry eyes glaring through me. “I don’t even want to think about it. I’ll fucking cut a bitch.”

I love this jealous side of her. Her need to pull Brynn off of me, not knowing I’d never let things escalate between us. It was hot as fuck watching her tell her to move away from me, to remove her hands, just to go get a shot.

“Here I thought you wanted me to be with someone else,” I say, trailing kissing along her neck, pausing every so often to suck roughly on the soft surface.

“You forget, no one else can handle you,” she hisses as I bite down. “Ah, fuck. Do that again.”

My dick is pressing so hard against the tough fabric of my jeans. I might cum just from the friction from her thigh alone, hearing her beg me for more like that.

“I just gotta try them all out, find the ones that can,” I taunt.

She pushes me back by her hands to my chest, but I shrug off her attempts, grabbing her wrists and gripping them between us with one hand. I bite her shoulder, my fingers finding their way back into her, rewarding her for talking.

“That’s a good girl,” I whisper against her skin, slowly working her clit. “I like when you admit that you’re jealous.”

“That’s demeaning,” she says through her moan, rolling her hips to meet my fingers as she fucks them in the air. “Besides, I’m not a good girl.”

“Nah?” I ask, lifting my head from the crook of her neck to face her, my locks spilling onto my forehead in a messy disarray of bleach blonde hair.

“Never been. Not with Bran, not with Matt, not with Trey—”

She’s doing this on purpose. That little shit. I withdraw my fingers, making her whine at the loss of them.

“You think that’s fucking cute?” I growl.

She smirks in response, cocking her head to the side, her eyebrows raising, challenging me. She knows exactly what she’s doing. She’s getting under my skin because she knows I’m under hers.

“Get on your knees,” I demand, dropping her hands.

She looks at me cautiously, unsure of my recent demand.

“Wrap those lips around me,” I say, making a show out of grabbing my cock through my jeans. “Show me how much shit you can talk with my dick in your mouth.”

She scoffs with a grin, pulling at her lip as she shakes her head. “You’re so bad for me.”

I place both hands on the door behind her, leaning in. “Yeah, you’ve said it before, and look where you are.”

“Cornered?” she says flatly, looking at my arms, my chest, then my eyes.

She slips out from under my arms, a coy smile donning her face as she backs herself into the dimly lit room.

I lick my teeth, smiling as I shake my head at this little firecracker. She loves to push my buttons, just like I’m enjoying pushing hers.

“You feel cornered?” I ask, lowering my brows as I stalk towards her, backing her into the dryer behind her. Her ass hits it as I tower over her, my hands firmly planted on both sides of her on the smooth, cool surface. She still lifts her chin in defiance, trying to stand toe to toe with me. “What about now?”

“You corner me when you’re not even in my presence. What makes you think your physicality has anything to do with it?”

My brows lower further at her statement. I expected the sass, but the honesty hit me in the gut. I’ve infiltrated her closed off little mind.

“You think about me,” I say in surprise, more like a statement rather than a question.

She rolls her eyes as a grin stretches across my goofy face.

“You can be bad with whoever the hell you want, but it’s me you think about,” I gloat, feeling like I’ve won the goddamn Olympic medal of Han’s heart. “I bet you’re thinking about me when you’re fucking that little prick fuck out there, aren’t you?”

“You wish, Kid.” she scoffs.

I pull my chin into my chest. “So are you are still fucking him?”

I can’t even let myself believe this. I’ll fucking murder him if he even tries to touch her again.

“Maybe I am, maybe I’m not,” she snaps. “Maybe I came to this party for the sole purpose of finding a stranger to take me home and fuck me so good I couldn’t walk,” she taunts.

My fist curls at my side at the thought. She might not have officially claimed me, but I’m not about to let her fuck a stranger. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t take it. I’m in too deep. I’d have to kill her.

She’s panting now, her breath coming in short, hot waves. Our chests press against one another in some form of defiance, and yet all I can focus on is how hard her nipples have become and how amazing they feel against me. She studies my eyes, back and forth, like a wild animal caught again, thinking of her next move. But I don’t want her thinking anymore. I only want her feeling.

“You’re wrong, by the way,” I whisper, dialing down my angry tone, dipping my head down, and running my nose along her cheek.

“I think physicality has everything to do with it. Look at how your body is just begging to be touched by me and me alone.” I nod my head against hers as an instruction for her to drop her head back.

She tips her head slightly; her parted lips releasing that warm air and the smell of whatever cherry alcohol was just on her tongue. Her eyes scour through mine into something deeper. She knows it too. She needs me. Only me.

I gaze down into those beautiful eyes, those perfectly rose-tinted lips that are cushioned to perfection, just calling out for me to kiss them. She’s so fucking attractive to me.

“Fuck it,” I say under my breath, unable to keep up the charade any longer.

I capture her plump, soft lips in mine. Our tongues touch again as hers gently slides into my mouth, and something stirs like a tornado within my chest, dropping all the way to my stomach. A little whimper leaves her throat, and it’s all it takes for me to lose it.

I grab her face, pulling back away from the kiss abruptly to curl my hands around her toned little arms. Her eyes are half lidded with lust as I roughly flip her around, facing the dryer. I push her down against it by the back of her neck, trailing my hand down her curved spine before parting her thighs with my knee. We’re both breathing heavily now as her fingers lay flat on the surface alongside her cheek.

“You came here to fuck a stranger, huh?” I ask with a little bite to my tone.

Reaching for the hem of her little dress, I roll it up over her hips, biting my lip at the view of her bare ass before me. She wiggles those hips, clearly craving some friction against her needy little clit.

“I was gonna fuck him crazy,” she continues taunting.

I gaze at her bright green thong, loving that she didn’t even care to match it with her outfit, and drag it down to the middle of her thighs, not having the time to remove it completely. I just need to get inside her again. I need to come, and I need it to be with her. Only her.

I unbutton my pants with quick hands, releasing myself just enough to slip a condom on. I hold the base of my cock, gliding it along her wet slit. She moans, arching back as if trying to angle herself for me to enter. I push into her slowly at first as she steadies herself on her tiptoes. My chest is heaving with this crazy need to fuck her harder than before, teach her a lesson about talking shit.

“Show me how you’d fuck him,” I growl in her ear. “Your little party stranger. Show me how you’d be his little slut for the night.”

I’m trying to control myself, but I can’t. I grip the back of her adorable little messy bun, lifting her head from the smooth surface of the dryer and thrust myself into her hard and fast. She screams out loudly before I cover her mouth with my hand.

“Shut up,” I snarl into her neck, stilling myself deep inside her. “They’re gonna hear us.”

She nods into my hand, silently moaning as I pull out and thrust back into her.

“Go on, fuck me,” I demand, holding onto a fistful of hair as I stand still.

She pushes her sweet, heart-shaped ass back into me, rolling her hips to meet mine in these sexy little circles that are driving me crazy. Her pussy swallows the length of my cock and the sound of our bodies colliding sends all the blood to the engorged rock between her folds. Her cries become louder as she bucks back into me faster and harder.

“I’d fuck him so good, he’d never forget me.” Her breathy voice makes me break.

I grip the machine beneath us, driving into her, making her cry out in that pleasurable pain at the thought of anyone else taking her.

“Yeah?” I groan.

“I’d make him cum so hard,” she cries out. “So much, so fast…”

As I continue, I feel her sweet, tight hole dripping around me and it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever felt. She loves the dirty slut talk almost as much as I do. I drop my hand to the back of her neck, the place I know she loves, and I wrap my long fingers around it, gripping tightly as I continue fucking her from behind.

“Kai!” she screams as our pace quickens, the slapping of my thighs on her ass intensifying before I wrap my hand over her mouth again.

“No fucking stranger can hit your deep spots the way I can. Touch the places you need touched,” I breathe through the thrusts. “Choke you that way you need in order to cum.”

She bites down on my hand, her teeth piercing through my skin, and I almost bust immediately. I growl at the pain and take it out on her through the force of my thrust.

We’re insane together, toxic even. We enjoy pushing each other to the point of madness in order to feel something. But you find yourself by getting lost in the darkness, and losing ourselves in one another seems to be our own form of chaotic reckoning.

My hand slides down her chin, against the front of her neck. I feel the vibrations from her moan in her throat before she whispers in a breathy tone, “Only you, Kai.”

My eyes roll to the back of my head as she presses herself firmly against the dryer and I know her clit is just aching to be touched. I know exactly what she likes, but I’ll do her one better. I reach in front of us and turn on the cycle.

I do laundry, believe it or not, but today, I could give a shit if there’s anything in this goddamn dryer. I set it high, and it vibrates beneath her.

“Oh fuck,” she moans as I push her up against the moving object.

I pull out of her, bending down between her shaking thighs and spread her wide open with my hands. I take a long lick of her wet and used slit and her whole body bucks against me, quivering in pleasure. Playing for a bit, I tease her with the tongue she loves so much, before standing up, smacking her ass firmly with my hand, grabbing those slim hips, and driving back into her with a deep, aggressive stroke.

Words can’t form as she lays against the dryer with her eyes sealed tightly and her mouth dropped open. I feel her shudder uncontrollably, sensing her closeness.

“You gonna cum on me?” I ask in a hoarse tone.

She moans loudly between thrusts. “Kai, please!”

With the vibrations against her clit, making her whole body shake around me, I pull her front half up again, turning her to kiss me. I need her lips while I lose myself inside of her. The sweet torture of her skilled tongue against mine making me lose all rational thought.

“Fuck, I love you,” I pant between her lips.

Our kiss becomes sloppy as our tongues absentmindedly tangle together while we both fall into our sweet release. Her body trembles against mine as she cries out while my fingers grasp onto her breast beneath her flimsy dress. I fill the condom with what feels like the biggest load of my life, hissing through my teeth at the pleasure coursing through my body before cursing out loud.

We’re both still panting as I hold myself deep inside her. The heat of the moment is fizzling out and already I sense a weird change in the vibe already.

I pull out of her and dispose of the condom, fixing myself before helping to fix her underwear and rolling her dress back down. She’s facing away from me still, her nails clawing into the dryer, her knuckles tense with something on her mind.

“Han,” I say softly, hoping she’ll turn to face me.

I worry that she’s crying again, maybe losing that internal battle with herself like last time. I should’ve never said it. Or maybe it was all the bullshit I was saying beforehand? Did I offend her? I thought we were just being coy and crazy. Fuck me for being a fucking idiot.

“Han,” I say again, trailing the side of her arm with my fingers to get her attention. I can’t have her upset with me. “Are you alright?”

I can see from the side that she’s got her eyes closed tightly, her face twisted with some sort of stress that’s building. Her jaw is tighter than tight, and I know she wants to say something. She’s totally engrossed in her thoughts. Something is eating her up inside and I’m waiting for it to spill.

“I should’ve never—”

“They’re setting you up,” she says quickly, interrupting me.

She turns to face me with a seriousness in her eyes, the kind that sends chills down your spine, or wakes you up like a punch to the gut. She holds my open-mouthed stare for a moment before brushing past me, leaving through the door faster than the words out of her mouth.