Solitude (Artistic Pricks Ink #3) (8 page)

I stare down into her eyes, trying to make sense of everything swirling through my head. Taking advantage, she stomps on my foot, catching me off guard. The second I release her wrists and take a step back, she shoves me. “You’re a fuckin’ asshole!” she shouts, jabbing me in the chest with her finger. “What the hell do you think you’re doing kissing me, you… you… ugh…”

“Fuckin’ asshole?” I ask, finishing her sentence for her. “Looks like I’m in great company then, aren’t I?”

Her hand cracks across my face, the sound echoing off the walls around us. My jaw throbs like a motherfucker, but goddamn if it doesn’t make my cock even harder. I grip her arms and she fights me like a caged tiger, her eyes blazing with heated fury. “I hate you,” she grounds out angrily, her lips now inches from mine. “I fucking hate you.” Grabbing my shirt, she fists the fabric with both hands.

It’s like an explosion the second our mouths collide again. I can feel every ounce of rage in her kiss; I match it beat for beat. It’s rough and intense, fueled by anger and lust.

Nothing has felt this good in a long time.

I have felt nothing but guilt, loss, and pain every waking moment, for months. It’s made me so numb to anything resembling true happiness that it is difficult to imagine feeling anything different, mostly because I haven’t wanted to. This, whatever it is going on between Shelby and me, is different. It pushes back all of that and I feel something other than the emptiness.

My hands go to the ass I have been secretly staring at for months, urging her legs around my waist. Every lush curve of the body that has silently taunted me, fits against mine like a fucking dream. Shelby slides her hands into my hair, yanking the strands as I fumble across the room to the sofa.

I don’t have any energy left in me tonight to fight against wanting her. My body aches to feel hers and there is no denying it now. Shelby called me selfish. She’s right, I am, because I won’t let her walk away from me, no matter how wrong I know it is to do this. The repercussions of tonight will most likely haunt me like nearly every decision I have made in the last eighteen months; but, right now, I don’t give a shit.

My shin slams into the side of the coffee table, causing it to flip over. The pile of decorative shit and stack of mail on top of it, scatter to the floor around us causing us to tumble to the cushions. Lust roars through my veins and I succumb to it, getting lost in the eruption of desire. She consumes me. The anger and frustration with this woman are just a bonus right now, only feeding the need to have her.

Shelby pushes me back against the sofa. Breaking the kiss, she straddles my thighs. Her lips run along my jaw and down my neck before she sinks her teeth into my skin. I hiss out a breath, my cock aching behind the tight confines of my zipper.

“Give me an excuse not to ruin you,” I say, giving her one last chance to run like hell before it’s too late.

She smiles against my skin, nipping me with her teeth before meeting my eyes. Reaching down between our bodies, she cups my cock through my jeans and I swear I nearly weep like a baby. “Why?” she asks, batting her eyelashes. “It’s more fun to give you reasons to try.”

“You have no idea what you’re in for. Last chance.”

“You sound so sweet askin’ for permission to fuck me.” She flexes her fingers, with a wicked little laugh that is sexy as hell. “If I wanted sweet, I’d buy a candy bar.”

“Not askin’,” I growl, yanking her hand away from my cock. Gripping her hip, I thrust my hips and grind her down on my dick, “but by the time I’m done, you’ll be beggin’.”

“Cocky bastard,” she moans, her eyes rolling back in her head.

Sliding my hand into the back of her shorts, I repeat my movements, while digging my fingers into the bare skin of her ass. Gripping her hair with my other hand, I tug hard and wrap it around my wrist. Her head jerks back so that she meets my eyes. I don’t respond. I’m not about to waste time arguing with her over the one thing we are on the same page on. She grins, her eyes heating and the blue sparks like strikes of lightning.

Shelby is a walking, talking deadly sin. She tastes like heaven, but the look in her eyes is pure fucking evil.

Grabbing her hips with both hands, I shove her onto the cushion beside me and stagger to my feet. Tugging my shirt over my head, I toss it to the floor. Kicking the overturned coffee table out of my way, I yank her to her feet.

Spinning her away from me, I bend her over the arm of the sofa. I stare down at her ass, palming it through her shorts with both hands. “You gonna fuck me, or just stand there starin’ at my ass?” she taunts me, rocking back against my dick.

God, the things I want to do to that ass.

Gripping the hem of her shorts, I yank them down her thighs. The sight of her bare ass has me wanting to drop to my knees and sink my teeth into her creamy white skin. Bending down, I palm her ass, and blow a breath over her already heated flesh. Shelby shivers, her body arching back for more. She sighs and that one fucking sound is enough to make me blow my load in my fucking pants. Unable to wait another minute, I pop the button on my jeans and release my cock.

Without a word, with not one thought in to foreplay, I slam into her balls deep. “Holy shit!” she cries out. The walls of her pussy clamp down on my cock, my knees damn near buckling instantly at the feel of her heat surrounding me. Shelby arches her back, letting out a little moan. Bracing her arms on the sofa, she rolls her hips.

Angling my hips away, I nearly slip from her completely. “Fighting with me makes you wet; doesn’t it, Shelby?” I growl, thrusting back inside her so hard it causes the couch to slide forward. Stilling inside her, I yank her wrists behind her back, holding her in place.

“Ass,” she snaps, trying to wiggle free.

“Yeah,” I moan, gripping both wrists with one hand and securing my grip. “I’m getting to that.”

Bringing my hand down hard on her ass, I finally move again and give my aching cock some relief. I get lost in the pace, taking all the aggression and frustration I have been feeling out on Shelby as I fuck her. The couch shifts again, sliding across wood floor. The arm slams into the floor lamp, shattering the bulb when it crashes to the floor and darkening the room.

The piercings in my dick pull and tug painfully, but that doesn’t stop me. If anything, it is a welcome sensation. I absorb every ounce of what I can see, touch, and feel right now
, in this moment. I push beyond everything else and focus on this to drive me. It feels so damn good not being numb, for once, to everything around me.

Shelby moans, her body trembling beneath me. Leaning down, I brush my lips over her ear. “Let me know if it’s too much for you, huh, sweetness?” I ask, before biting down on her earlobe.

“Let me know when you actually get started, asshole.”

Trailing my lips down her neck, I bite down on her shoulder. Hard. She cries out, screaming my name as I drive into her over and over. I don’t know if she’s close, but I need her to be. It’s been so long and I need her to come on my cock while I’m buried inside her.

My fingers find her clit and I circle the bundle of nerves, ready to feel her explode around me. “Fuck!” she cries out, her finger nails digging into my forearm, breaking the skin. “Don’t stop, Mitch.”

“You like it hard and fast, don’t you?” I ask, running my tongue along the bite marks I left in her shoulder. “Rough.”

She doesn’t give me an answer or even a smart ass comment. Instead, she buries her face in the couch cushion, effectively muffling the screams I want echoing off my walls. I don’t think so. I stop mid-thrust. Stepping back, I let my dick slip from her completely. Her entire body goes rigid as soon as we break contact. “What the fuck?”

Wrapping my arm around her, I yank her to her feet and spin her to face me. My hand fists in her hair, yanking the strands, forcing her to meet my eyes. “I want to hear every scream that leaves your lips while I’m buried deep inside your pussy.”

“You know the way to a girl’s heart,” she responds, wrapping her fingers around my dick, her thumb brushing over one of the barbells on my shaft. “Dirty talk and a hard fuck.”

“Not your heart I’m aimin’ for,” I growl, releasing my hold on her hair to grip her hip. Slamming her ass to the wall, I position her between it and the corner of the couch.

Shelby releases me, kicking out of her shorts completely. Slipping one hand behind her knee, I open her to me before sinking into her slowly. I watch her eyes as I give her the only ounce of gentle she will get from me before I fuck a permanent indentation of her ass into my living room wall.

Her head lulls back against the wall, a long moan leaves her lips, but those blue, blazing eyes stay focused on mine. Grabbing her other leg, I hook it over the couch so her thighs are spread as wide as possible. My eyes move down her body hungrily, stopping on her pussy. I lick my lips like a man starved. What I wouldn’t give to taste her, to lick and suck at her until her legs quake and she screams the fucking walls down.

But I’m already too far gone for that now.

She wraps her arms around me, steadying herself as I pump into her like an animal. I’m crazed, unable to focus on anything other than the feel of her wrapped around me. Her nails dig into my back, clawing at the skin as I slam my mouth to hers.

Shelby is a fucking hellcat, just like I knew she would be. The woman is a category five storm. Completely overtaking and wild as hell. There is also a part of her that, once you’ve made it past all the chaos, there’s something truly breathtaking that destroys you.

That only makes me want her more.

There is nothing sweet happening between us right now. It is fucking; plain and simple. Raw and as dirty as it comes, but no less amazing. It’s bad in all the best ways, brutal and unforgiving enough that we will no doubt feel each other for days.

My balls tighten, aching more and more with each thrust. Breaking the kiss, she buries her face in my neck. “I’m close. Fuck. I’m so close. Harder Mitch. Don’t you dare fucking stop again or I swear…” she pants, anchoring her leg around my hip.

“I don’t take orders, sweetness.” My hand slides up her chest, shoving her back against the wall. Her eyes open wide in shock as I wrap my fingers around her throat. My fingers flex, not hard enough to cut off her breathing, but enough to get her focus back on where it needs to be. Me. My thumb brushes over her pulse point, feeling her heart beat rapidly. “Eyes on me. Now, come on my fuckin’ cock.”

“Mitch!” she shouts, keeping her gaze locked on mine. Her thigh tightens around me as she clings to me for dear life. Her climax rips through her and into me. Locking my knees to keep myself from falling, I pump into her, violently driving toward release. Our bodies slap against each other, the noise loudly echoing off the walls along with the sexy as hell noises she makes mixing with my grunts. “Yes! Fuck yes,” she pants before leaning in and nipping along my jaw with her teeth.

I let go, burying my face in her hair. My orgasm shakes my very foundation, rocking my core and shattering me to the point of no return. My teeth sink into her shoulder, again, as I fill her. She hisses out a breath, but her fingers go into my hair, holding me to her. I cling to her, to this moment, for as long as I possibly can while it lasts. Part of me knows that as soon as it passes, I’ll be left empty and broken again. All too soon, I’ll only see a world filled with all the things I have always wanted, but will never have.

It’s a funny thing, letting yourself get lost in the moment and allowing yourself to feel something for someone that you never saw coming. When you become absorbed in something that is somehow so much bigger than yourself, you feel invincible. Until the moment shatters like glass and you realize that nothing has changed; but, at the same time, nothing can ever be the same. The minute my feet hit the floor, and we make eye contact, the atmosphere of the room changes. Where electricity and sexual tension sizzled all around us just moments ago, now it has become awkward and almost cold. The second Mitch’s eyes open and he looks down at me, it was like he we seeing me for the first time and then I saw it.

Regret.

Just like that, my orgasmic haze dissipates, leaving me with nothing but mind blowing clarity at the huge mistake I have allowed myself to make while being driven by blinding lust and the frustration Mitch always seems to cause. Oh my God! What the hell have I done? My heart hammers in my chest and I go into full on freak out mode.

Did I actually just let Mitch nail me against the wall?

Yes…

Even though it was fanfuckingtastic, I can feel the vomit rising in my throat. The regret in his eyes and the frigid dismissal hurt, but more than that, it pisses me off. The room starts to spin and I feel unsteady on my feet as reality comes crashing in on me like a tidal wave. This is Mitch. I just let the manwhore of Artistic Pricks Ink shoot his load in me without a wrapper. I will have to bathe in bleach for weeks!

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I ask, shoving at his chest. “Did you seriously just fuck me without a rubber? Orgasms are parting gifts, not herpes!”

Seriously, what the hell is wrong with ME?

He curses under his breath, his body going rigid. “You’re on the pill, right?”

“Yes. I am,” I reply, gritting my teeth. “Although, as much as I know, the world doesn’t need another one of you in it, Mitch, that doesn’t take top priority with me right now.”

“It’s fine. We’re fine. That’s,” he starts, seeming almost completely disengaged now. The shutters he hides behind are now firmly in place, giving nothing away. It’s as if he’s on an entirely different planet now. Turning, he stumbles over the mess of papers, nearly tripping over a candle holder as he puts distance between us. “Sorry… I mean… Um…” Scrubbing a hand over his face, he looks around the room, anywhere but at me while shoving his still partially hard cock back in his pants.

Without another word, Mitch heads down the hallway, giving me a perfect view of the wicked angel tattoo that takes up his entire back. The all black and gray piece had to have taken hours of time and, at least, three sessions. It’s hauntingly beautiful. Disappearing into the bedroom we slept in the other night, he slams the door behind him, leaving me alone. Attempting to recover from the whiplash his mood swings have given me in the last few minutes, I pull my shorts back on. The last thing I want to do is wait around for some awkward conversation, or whatever it is he says, to get rid of the girl after he’s gotten what he wanted; I grab my shoes and take that as my cue to leave.