Recollections

Smut VI

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"You torturing shithead," I complain, slamming the door behind me. I shove past him and drop my purse and phone to the table.

"Oh you loved it."

"Oh?" I whirl around, my eyes pooled with fire. "What about that did I like? Being touched like that with people around, being whispered to with things I melt to, or almost making a noise while going through both of those things?"

He says nothing, but the smirk on his face says he enjoyed it far too much. Of course it's not like we knew the people, but it shouldn't matter. My nerves are on fire, gleaming the heat in my eyes, my heart pounding from excitement and anger all in one.

"You better wipe that fucking smirk off your face," I growl. His smirk slowly softens into a small frown.

"Wait, you're genuinely mad?" He asks, walking up to me. His eyes search mine, his frown only deepening. I glance down to see a chair behind him once he's reached me. I huff and shove him down to it.

His eyes go wide, not leaving mine.

"No. But you got me feeling some type of way."

His eyebrows furrow in confusion. My hand reaches for his hair, my eyes watching as my fingers tousle his strands. I smile as I pull them back, his head tilting back without much of a fight.

"Baby, what the hell," he blurts out.

I crawl onto his lap, hand still holding his head back enough for me to kiss his neck, going up to his jaw. I round to the right, giggling when I get to his ear.

"I'm gonna put you through much more than what I just went through. And I'm gonna make sure you're pleading sorry to me." I lean back from his ear to watch him swallow hard. My thumb reaches down just enough to rub over his eyebrow. "Got it?"

He nods, his lips pressed together.

"Words," I demand, my hand pulling his head back more. He shuffles his hips beneath me, his breath heavy.

"I understand."

I smile. "Good."

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