Page 106 of Brutal
When we’re in the bedroom, she stops abruptly. “We don’t have to.”
“Huh?” I ask, confused.
“I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to,” Mimosa clarifies. “I don’t want to make you cry.”
All I can do is stare at her. “What? You think you could make me cry?” I finally scoff, dismissing the words even though I remember all too well how she’d brought me to my knees just by walking out of my life. “I know it’s up to me. I mean, yeah, I mostly want to do it because you do. But I’m curious, too.”
“I could absolutely make you cry,” Mimosa counters, deadpan. “But it wouldn’t be because I didn’t treat your ass gently enough.”
I scowl, crossing my arms against my chest. “What, are you going to try? That’s not the kind of adventurous game I like, Mimi.”
“Oh, so now you’re the one who isn’t adventurous enough!” Mimosa starts to undo the buttons of her blouse. “Maybe we should stick to vanilla sex after all.”
“Keep that up, and I’ll put you over my knee,” I threaten her, though I falter because I’m not sure if that’s the sort of thing I can even say, let alone do. “I mean… I’ll come up with something. You’ll have to sleep on the fucking couch!”
Mimosa laughs brightly. “Nooo, not the couch! Whatever will I do, sleeping on your giant couch that’s more comfortable than the bed I had at my old place?” She takes the blouse off and tosses it at me, hitting me square in the face.
I catch it, grumbling to myself. “I’ll find some threat that’ll work on you.” I throw the shirt onto the bed and throw my suit jacket on top of it. I make quick work of the buttons on my own shirt, ready to feel her skin against mine.
When I glance at Mimosa, she’s down to just her bra and panties. My cock thrums when her fingers go to the sides of the panties.
She catches my gaze, and although her expression doesn’t change, she stops removing the panties. They’re only just barely covering her pussy.
“What’s wrong?” Mimosa asks. “Is there something you want to say?”
I shake my head quickly. “No. You just look gorgeous like that. I like the new underwear.” I grin at her. “Very sexy.” I finish stripping, reaching down to take my cock in hand and start slowly stroking it.
Mimosa moves her hand and instead moves to finger herself through the underwear. “If you like them, maybe I should keep them on. You can rub your cock along the lace. Get my panties completely soaked.”
I can’t help but groan at the thought. She’s never been into it like this before, and really… I’d started to wonder if she ever would be. She’s always acted aloof, like she’s somehow above me, and to see this side of her…
I only wish I’d seen it sooner.
“C’mon,” I say. “On the bed.” I get up, too, anticipating her joining me.
Anticipating the feeling of the lacy fabric against my cock, with just enough discomfort to keep things interesting.
She gets on top of me, resting her clothed pussy over my cock. She rests her hands on my shoulders and leans closer, her lips brushing mine. “How should I take you, Drake?”
The words make my heart skip a beat, my pulse starting to race, and all I can do is watch her. I take in the blue hair that suits her face so perfectly, the way her expression is so earnest, and her pupils are slightly blown, and fuck, I just want to kiss her and fuck her hard and fast.
But I want more than just vanilla sex, too.
“You really wanna fuck me?” I pant out against her mouth, grabbing her hair in one hand and pulling her down to kiss.
She kisses me back, grinding her cunt against my cock. The lace slides across my oversensitive skin, and I groan into the kiss, deepening it. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and I wonder about that slight zing of pain, the way it only heightens the pleasure that’s racing through me.
“I do,” she says, gasping. “I want to see you writhe for me.” She pauses, licking her lips. “I could start by fingering you, though.”
“Probably would be a good thing,” I say, my stomach fluttering with anxiety. “I don’t think I can take it without the stretching.” I know I’d made her do it, and I wince. “I get that it’s a bad thing to do to someone now,” I add hopefully.
Mimosa gives me a very pointed look. “Can’t take what you dish out?” She kisses my forehead. “You’re lucky I’m so nice.”
“You are,” I agree, grabbing her waist and thrusting up against her again to chase more of that uncomfortable pleasure. “And I am lucky. I’m very lucky, because no, I can’t take what I dished out. But look at me, the picture of repentance.”
She squeezes her thighs together, and I moan at the tightness and warmth. It’d be better if I were inside her, but I can’t deny that this is fucking sexy too.
Mimosa nips at my jaw. “You ready to start, then? Ready to get your ass fucked?”