Free ProvokeMe by Cari Quinn

as he sped up his strokes.
She moaned, loudly and without restraint, squeezing him with her inner muscles.
As responsive as she was, she’d be incredible in bed. In his bed. If
they made it that far.
    With every touch, her whimpers intensified. Leaning in to
engulf her lips with his, to swallow those breathy moans, would be so easy.
Like sticking his head under water and letting himself drown.
    In some ways, he’d been drowning since the first day he’d
looked at her. Damn ironic he’d fought so hard only to end up in the place he’d
tried to avoid.
    She cried out as he pumped into her more deeply, cried out
again when his fingers curved. As her walls tightened around him, he stopped,
not wanting her to orgasm yet. She moaned when he drew his fingers free with a
sensuous twist, her cunt squeezing to keep him wedged inside her.
    Her need fragranced the air. She smelled amazing. What would
she taste like? His hand stopped halfway to his mouth, saliva already pooling
for a sample.
    Her knowing little smile goaded him into pulling his keys
out of the ignition and slamming out of the car. Christ, she might as well have
taunted him.
    You tried to resist me and you failed.
    She’d pay for that, just as she’d pay for making him so damn
hard he could barely walk up the short flight of steps to the back porch.
    He heard her car door shut and then the smart click of her
heels. He pretended to be unlocking the door but the minute he heard her soft
intake of breath at the top of the stairs, he turned and hauled her against the
wall. The small light by the door flickered, casting shadows across her
surprised face. She was waiting for a kiss, he knew, but he wouldn’t do this
her way. Not any longer.
    She’d broken his resolve, cracked his focus in two. Work
didn’t matter anymore, and there was no tomorrow. There was just shoving up her
flimsy little skirt and fumbling for the condom he’d tucked in his back pocket
at the club. The one he’d never used with Nina.
    Her nipples rubbed against his T-shirt as he unzipped his
pants and forced the latex over his erection. He hissed when her fingers
skimmed through the hair at the nape of his neck. As soon as he was sheathed,
he lifted her and plunged deep. Her legs wound around his waist. Long fucking
legs she had, and the sweetest, slickest pussy he’d ever slid into.
    He didn’t take time to make sure she was right there with
him, because there was no need. She was so wet he almost lost the rhythm before
he found it. She clasped him tight every time he entered her, her walls
rippling around his length. He dug his fingers into her hips, jerking her back
against the siding until she let out a cry he wasn’t sure was only passion. He
almost asked if he’d hurt her but her cunt clenched around him, spurring him
on.
    He wasn’t cruel, but he also wasn’t known for his gentle
nature. She’d wanted to be fucked, and he was fucking her. And if his goddamned
guilty conscience wouldn’t shut up soon, he’d—
    “Yes,” she gasped, her nails raking his neck. He could feel
her pulsing around him, tightening until he had to shove himself in and out.
Her moisture burned right through the condom as he pumped harder.
    He’d make her come and he’d watch. List or no list, she
wouldn’t check him off like she did a carton of eggs at the supermarket.
    Kelly’s tawny eyes glowed in the half-light. Perspiration
slipped down the apples of her flushed cheeks, trickled down the cleavage
pushed over the top of her dress. She was so pretty like this, lost in
pleasure. He doubled his efforts. He wanted to feel her shatter around him,
needed to be drenched in all that cream.
    “God. Spencer. Spencer.” She kept saying his name, chanting
it. She sounded so sexy. Each time she said his name, his balls drew tighter.
Anytime now he was going to explode and hell if he could stop it.
    Hell if he wanted to.
    Every breath he took ravaged his chest. He was on fire,
inside and out, his body one massive