Page 42 of Spike (Iron Thunder MC 5)
This life wasn’t for me anymore.I changed my clothes, but instead of dressing up, I dressed down. Being in my bedroom reminded me of that night. The first time I met Spike. The night I had tried to do my best to seduce him and he was unmoved. I couldn’t help but wondered what it was going to be like now. Would he still want to keep his distance now just because we were back in my father’s house?
I took off my clothes and changed into a fresh set of lingerie. This was red, silk with trims of lace. It was sexy and flimsy, revealing most of my bare body, exactly the way I wanted to look for Spike.
I waited in my walk-in closet for a while, then sat on my bed, listening out for every small sound outside my door.
Then, when I heard the sound of his footsteps on the stairs, I went up to the door. Spike knocked once and was about to push open the door but I pushed back.
“Sabrina? What the fuck?” I heard him growl. Just listening to the wildness of his voice made me bite down on my lip. Made me blush and want him.
“This isn’t funny. I’m going to have to force my way in and you could get hurt,” he warned. I still pushed against the door. I was playing out a fantasy in my head.
All Spike needed to do was throw himself against the door once and it flew open, making me stagger back with a gasp.
Spike was on the other side, standing with his shoulders heaving.
“What the fuck is going on with you, Sabrina?” he scolded.
It took him a moment to focus on what I was wearing. Nothing but the red lingerie. He wanted me. I could see it in his eyes he wanted me. But just like the first night, he pulled himself back.
“Seriously, what are you doing?” he growled. He stomped past me and got to the entrance of my closet, and pulled off the closest thing he could find. It was a silk scarf. He brought it over and threw it at me.
“Cover yourself up,” he said, his voice was low and firm.
“I’m pretty sure there is no point in doing that after everything you did to me last night.”
Spike tilted his head to the side, his eyes roaming all over me, devouring me, sizing up my bra and panties, lingering on the curve of my hips.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Sabrina. We just met for the first time today.”
My eyes grew wide, and finally, I caught on to what Spike was saying. He was enacting his own fantasy, that matched mine exactly. We were going to relive an alternative history of how that first night would have panned out if we didn’t try and resist.
A smile grew on my face.
“And as a rule, I don’t have sex with strangers,” I said and Spike was smiling too.We jumped toward each other at the same time. He caught me by my hips and spun me around as his mouth devoured mine. I imagined what it would have been like to be kissed by him like this for the first time on the night we met.
“I spent the whole night thinking about you,” I whispered in his ear as he kissed my chin, down my neck. We tumbled down to the floor together. I was underneath him while he straddled me, pinning my hands down to the carpet.
“You were right there outside my door and you didn’t want to touch me.”
“You have no fuckin’ idea what I wanted to do to you that night,” he growled as he puts his fingers between my legs. In one swift motion, he pulled away my panties so he could touch me there. His thick, rough fingers on my clit were too hot to handle. I squirmed and wriggled underneath him, hungry for him and also wanting to break free.
There was so much more I wanted to tell him.
“I didn’t know what you wanted. You made me feel as if you didn’t even like me.”
“No, I didn’t like you,” he said, staring right into my eyes as his fingers slipped slowly into me. My pussy opened up for him. Slippery, wet, hot. “But that doesn’t mean I didn’t want you. I was just trying to do my job and you made that very hard.” There was a smile curling on his face as he said the words. I jutted my hips up toward him while he thrust his fingers in and out of me with force. Deep inside. I could feel him moving, touching, feeling every hot inch inside me.
“And what about now?” I asked, rolling my hips, arching my back so he could reach even deeper.
“What about now?” he groaned, slamming his fingers into me in a way that was going to make me come.
