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.Igrabbed his arm, turning him around. For Cai.For sex.Not for you.You d rather go fuck a bunch of strangers I don t fuck anyone but Darryl anymore, he denied. It s just a show for abunch of voyeurs.No one gets hurt. I get hurt! I don t have any other way, Austin. You have me.Ask me, I said, hating the pleading sound in my voice. No. Jesus Christ, why the fuck not? Because I don t want you to be a fucking trick! The shout was so loud I felt238 Dani Alexanderthe vibrations along my spine.I had no time to process his admission.His lips crashed into mine, sendingmy back into the wall.Whether from the pain clawing up my spine from myinjuries, or the pleasure from his heated lips, I moaned loudly, folding my handsinto his hair.Shattered Glass 239Chapter SeventeenMy Ass!This was what I d been waiting for.Peter, stripped of emotional restraint,wildly tugging and biting, sucking at my mouth, fingers like claws in my back.I pulled him closer, my lips parting invitingly.He invaded my mouth with histongue darting in time with his grinding hips.I hoped to God that his frantichands weren t going to move lower; the last thing I wanted was to interrupt thisbecause I was screaming in pain.Thankfully, his grip eased, hands caressinginstead of groping, mouth gentling against mine. We don t have time for this, I mumbled, curling my tongue along his upperlip.In response, he dragged my bottom lip leisurely through his teeth beforereleasing it, leaving it throbbing with pleasure. Then& stop kissing& me. I don t think I can. I kissed his cheek, his jaw, his eyelids.His mouth.Ileaned into him and lost myself in his taste.My phone shrilled on the bureau next to us.I ignored it, focusing instead onthe slide of stubble against my jaw, the rough hands trailing sun-like warmth overmy ribs.I lifted my chin, directing his mouth to my neck, but he had somethingelse in mind.I was in too much of a hazy stupor to resist when he flipped me around.Myhands flattened against the wall, heart racing as he resumed kissing my neck andskated his tongue down the center of my back.He cupped and squeezed my crotch,then unbuttoned my pants.They glided silently to my feet.I inhaled sharply asmy boxers slid down just enough to expose my ass.I barely comprehended whatposition Peter was in, and what it could mean.My last functioning brain cell wasconsumed by my excitement.The room was silent, save for my harsh, escalating breaths.Bracing against the240 Dani Alexanderwall, feeling his hands and lips at the base of my spine, I nervously complained, My ass hurts. You ve been sticking the wrong things in it. I sensed his lips twitch againstmy skin. Use my cock next time, he said, reaching around and snapping theelastic front of my boxers. Hurts less. Asshole, I muttered. Was that a directive? He bit the uninjured side of my ass, sending a trill ofheat from his mouth straight to my cock. No, I replied breathily.I heard the rustling of his clothes.My fists clenchedas I looked over my shoulder.Something brushed lightly against my stitches.Myhips bucked away. Ow.Fuck! Sorry.I ll kiss it better. About time you kissed my a ah, Jesus, God!He flicked a tender spot near the stitches. Don t be a jerk.I ground out, What are you doing? Applying ointment because you were too stubborn or stupid to wait until Ihad put plastic over he flicked again, causing a string of expletives to explodeout of me, your wound. All right, already.Fucking-hell-shit-damn! You bastard! My cell interruptedmy tirade, playing an old NYC cop show theme.Luis s persistence was a pain inmy ass a second pain in my ass.With gritted teeth, I stretched for the phone,punching the answer button while trying to ignore the fact that Peter was onhis knees fondling my ass. Glass ah, mother-fucking-shit! I muffled a groanwhen Peter began applying the cream, as unprepared for his touch this time as Iwas the first.Delicate or not, it fucking hurt. I don t want to know what you re doing, just get your ass here, Luis said. You re late. Yeah. My ass is occupied at the moment.I garbled out an apology betweenpained, choppy exhales and did my best obscene-phone-call breathing into thereceiver.Luis, neither impressed nor aroused, hung up.After slamming the phone down, I pressed my forehead against the wall,Shattered Glass 241unleashing another stream of curses. What the fuck is that you re spreading onthere, acid? It s Neosporin.Be good, or I ll poke you again, he warned. Asshole. I laughed breathily. Also not an instruction.Especially in thecontext of poking. Nice.You kiss your mother with that mouth? I don t know my mother.His fingers stilled. Why?I didn t want to talk about my mother.Not while my ass was bared and Peterwas on his knees attending to it.There were other things I wanted to discussor enact.But the words tumbled out anyway.Because I could cockblock myselfbetter than any fucking phone. She left for Europe the day my dad brought mehome, and she didn t come back. She s back now, he said softly, resuming his task. Good for her
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