Sticky Fingers: Hot-Bites Novella

by Snow, Jenika

  She gasps as if stunned I’ve said such a thing. Hell, I’m shocked I’m being this brazen with her.

  “Because you’re delusional,” she mutters, refusing to look me in the eyes again. If her face got any redder, she’d glow in the dark.

  I want to fuck her, make her admit how much she wants me. Instead, I stand back up and face her, thinking about getting dressed so as not to make her any more uncomfortable. Then again, I like this banter between us.

  Soon, however, I won’t let her get away. Soon, I’m going to claim her and put both of us out of our misery.

  For now, this is fun.

  Macy

  He is insane, but he’s also telling the truth. I’m so wet my panties are soaked, and the uncomfortable feeling having the material rub against my oversensitive pussy is driving me crazy. My nipples are hard as rock, pressing against my shirt, betraying how I really feel.

  He’s looking down at me, still completely naked, but I’m refusing to look back down at his impressive cock, even though the truth is I want to.

  Braden’s got this arrogant smirk on his face, which has me narrowing my eyes and gritting my teeth. He’s used to getting what he wants, that’s very obvious. Well, he’ll come to find out soon enough that I’m also used to getting what I want, and I’m stubborn as hell.

  If he wants to play this game, I’m more than willing.

  I push myself off the bed, tilt my neck back and look at his face. He’s so much taller than me, so masculine and big, but I force myself not to show any kind of outward reaction. He may be able to see my body’s reaction, the stiffness of my nipples, the change in my breathing, but I refuse to verbally admit I want him.

  His ass needs to be knocked down a few notches.

  It’s clear Braden probably has women falling at his feet, dropping their panties, and turning around to grab their ankles. Well, not this girl. He’s going to have to chase me, work for what he wants.

  I slowly let a small smile spread across my face, and for just a second I see his eyes widen, as if he’s surprised I’m acting pleasant.

  It’s all part of the game, baby.

  But, just as quickly, that hard mask he wears is back in place, that cocky smirk making another appearance. I glance up at him from under my lashes, giving him this innocent little look, making him think he’s controlling the situation, calling the shots. Little does he know, I don’t roll over for anyone, least of all an arrogant businessman who’s used to snapping his fingers and getting his way.

  “Do you think you know what I want?” I say softly and watch as he lowers his gaze to my lips. I lick them, as if it’s an involuntary move, as if I’m nervous to be around him.

  The truth is, he’s playing right into my hands.

  He slowly lifts his gaze back to my eyes, this hardened expression covering him once more. “I think you’re easy enough to read, Macy.” The confidence in his voice is obnoxious.

  I can play hard to get. I can have him putty in my damn hands.

  “I am?” I say, sickly sweet. “How so?” I step closer to Braden and hear the sharp intake of breath. Our chests are barely touching, the stiff outline of his dick pressing against my belly. I am wet, unbelievably so, but I keep my cool. He’s pissed me off and now he’s going to see exactly the type of woman he’s dealing with.

  I’m about to put Braden in his damn place.

  I rise up on my toes and he grins. He leans down so our mouths have just a small amount of space between them. Hell, I’d be surprised if a sheet of paper could fit between our lips. “How so, Braden?” I can feel the hardening of his muscles against my body. He’s strung tight, losing his control.

  Good.

  “You’re easy enough to read because you try too hard to be tough,” he says, and he narrows his eyes, lifting his hands and placing them on my shoulders. He curls his fingers against my skin, as if he means to push me away, but for long moments doesn’t do anything but hold me.

  So, he thinks he’s got this all figured out? He thinks he knows how all this will play out? He’s got a big surprise coming.

  I duck my head and act like I’m shy. “You’re right,” I say softly, ultra-feminine. “I try so hard to be tough, but you make me feel so exposed, so vulnerable.” Guys like hearing that shit, right? Like they are these big, strong protectors. I look up at him again, batting my lashes. I’m not lying about how he makes me feel exposed and vulnerable, but right now his ego needs a little scuffing.

  He moves his hands down my arms, then back up, sliding his fingers against my throat and then cupping the base of my skull. He tips my head back and looks down at my mouth. As hard as I try to keep the façade up, I feel myself crumbling under the weight of this appraisal.

  I’m breathing harder, faster, a light sheen of sweat starting to form between my breasts, down the length of my spine. I curl my fingers against my palms tightly, my nails digging into my skin, a flash of pain racing up my arms.

  “I’m glad you can finally admit how vulnerable you really are.” He keeps his focus trained right on my mouth, and I find myself licking my lips once more. “It’ll make this arrangement all the better, all the more … enjoyable.”

  He makes this low sound deep in his throat, as if he can’t control himself. I’m about to make it so he really can’t.

  I slide my hand over his chest, feeling the muscles contract and relax, as if my touch affects him immensely. Then I move lower still, over his rippling six-pack, feeling the soft trail of hair that starts right below his navel and makes its way down to his huge cock. All the while I stare at him, trying to be coy, all innocent like. But inside I’m burning alive.

  “I don’t know what you want me to do,” I whisper. And for a moment, I think maybe he’s onto me, but then he swallows, followed by this deep noise that comes from his chest.

  “How about you touch me, Macy?”

  My heart is racing, my palms sweating. I’m so aroused it’s taking everything in me to keep my control.

  “Go on,” he urges, and I see his pupils dilate.

  I look him in the eye as I wrap my hand around his dick. This low sound of need leaves him, followed by my soft moan. The latter was completely genuine, because the feel of his hot, hard length in my grasp is almost my undoing.

  I clench my thighs together to try and stem off the flow of wetness, but all it accomplishes is putting pressure on and sending arousal through me. I start to move my hand up and down his cock, feeling the pre-cum line the tip, forcing myself not to sink to my knees and take him into my mouth.

  Because that’s what I really want.

  “Fuck. Just like that, Macy.” His voice is guttural, serrated.

  I stroke him slowly, but thoroughly, all the while keeping my gaze averted, as if I’m too shy to even look at him while I jerk him off. “Like this?” I whisper, all sweet and soft.

  “Christ,” he grits out. “Just like that. Just fucking like that.”

  I smirk even though I know he can’t see me. The way he’s breathing, the tightening of his body, and the grunts that leave him, tell me Braden is close to getting off.

  Good.

  For good measure I increase my speed, add a little more pressure, and wait for the moment he’s right about to go over the edge.

  And then I stop stroking him, just let go of his cock—even if it’s the last thing I want to do—and stare him right in the eyes. “I won’t bend to anyone, least of all an arrogant blackmailer.”

  He opens and closes his mouth like a fish out of water. I take a step back and smirk, the same kind of smile he’s given me several times while he flashes his confidence and arrogance.

  “Two can play this game, Braden.” And then I saunter my ass right into the bathroom and shut the door behind me, hoping like hell he’s still standing there shocked when I come out.

  Braden

  I don’t know the last time a woman has gotten the better of me. Hell, I don’t think it’s ever happened. But I definitely got played by this
girl. It’s a new feeling, and not really a welcome one.

  After she pulled her stunt, I left for a bit. I needed to clear my head. This girl has me all twisted up in knots and I don’t know how to deal with that. It would probably be smart to walk away, but I don’t think I can.

  She works me up in ways I have never been, nor understand. Then again, I’ve never had someone like Macy in my life. Life was getting dull, definitely routine. Maybe Macy is exactly what I need to get my ass in gear. Or maybe I’m just fooling myself and thinking with my dick.

  As I walk back into the hotel room, it’s deathly quiet. For a moment, I think maybe she’s gone. It would probably be better for both of us if she was. Even as I think that, I know there’s a part of me that would go after her, hunt her down. The sad truth of the matter is, I’m just not ready to let her go.

  I flip the light switch, cascading the room in light, and notice that the couch is empty. I walk into the hall and then the master bedroom. I fully expect it to be empty, and I’m shocked as hell when it’s not.

  Oh, the bed is definitely empty, but in the corner, curled up under the duvet with her head on a pillow, is Macy.

  She’s sound asleep, her soft blond hair cascading over the pillow like a waterfall, her face relaxed in slumber. She seems younger like this, which is bad, considering she’s so damn young to begin with.

  The strangest urge comes over me. It’s something I’ve never felt before. There’s this need to protect her, to make sure she has everything she needs to live a good life. I don’t know where it comes from. Hell, maybe I am losing my mind. It wouldn’t surprise me.

  Macy is probably the very one that did it.

  I shrug off my jacket and lay it across the chair. Then I crouch down and gather Macy up in my arms. She moves into me, her arms going around me, holding me. The sweetest moan escapes her mouth, and just like that my dick gets hard again. I’ve never in my life reacted to a woman the way I do Macy. I don’t understand it and I’m not sure I ever will.

  You would think I would have learned my lesson the first time around. Apparently, I’m just either stupid or a glutton for punishment. Whatever the reason, I pull down the cover with one hand, while balancing Macy against my body. She whimpers and mumbles in her sleep again, making my stiff cock leak pre-cum. Jesus, you would think I was a horny teenager.

  Once I have the bed ready, I lay her in it. Then I stand there, looking down at her, wondering how things got to this point. I don’t really have an answer. The smartest thing to do would be to let Macy go first thing in the morning. But I know I’ll probably still make her go to the dinner.

  My reasoning has changed, however. Now it’s not all about sticking it to my stepmother and my father. Not at all. Now, I just want more time with Macy. I want to see how she challenges me next. I need to know what she does. It feels like our interaction is a chess game and I find myself anticipating her next move, our next match. I’m starting to worry that I may not let this little urchin leave even after the dinner.

  I get undressed and slide under the sheets, next to a softly snoring Macy. I even find her quiet little snores sexy. I resist the urge to take her into my arms. Perhaps it’s self-preservation. Whatever the reason, it doesn’t matter. Because in just a few minutes it’s Macy that curls into me. Macy, the same girl with all the fire to burn a man alive and a chip on her shoulder the size of Texas. Macy, the same girl who just hours earlier handed me my balls on a platter.

  I let out a heartfelt sigh, looking around the room. I see dishes there, indicating she ordered room service. Knowing Macy, she probably ordered the most expensive things on the menu, trying to stick it to me. For some reason, that thought makes me smile. She has no idea that I want her to do that. I want her to have luxury.

  Her hand snakes across my stomach and draws my attention. I gaze down and just stare at it for a minute. We are so different, but there’s no denying that right now is the best I’ve felt in a long time. It’s the calmest I’ve felt, and if I’m going to be completely honest, the most satisfied I have ever felt.

  Macy is most definitely trouble; I don’t know what I’m going to do with her. All I really know right now, in this moment, is that I want more of her and nothing will stop me from getting it.

  With that thought firmly planted in my mind, I close my eyes and drift off to sleep. Tomorrow will be soon enough to deal with Macy and all of the changes that she’s bringing into my life.

  I just hope we’re both ready.

  Macy

  I’m warm and pressed up against something hard.

  Not something ... someone.

  But I don’t want to move. I like where I’m at, the feeling of being surrounded, protected, something I don’t know if I’ve ever felt.

  I stretch, feeling soft sheets against my skin, hearing the deep sound of a male grunt right beside my ear. I slowly open my eyes and blink them a few times, realizing I’m now in bed instead of where I fell asleep. There’s a very big and muscular man beside me.

  Braden.

  He’s breathing softly, his face relaxed as he sleeps. He’s got dark scruff on his cheeks and chin, and my fingers itch to touch it, to see if it’s soft or coarse. His hair is short and slightly messy, and as much as I want to continue to give him a hard time, to deny this arousal I feel, the very feminine part of me sees an attractive man, one who gives as good as he gets, one who’s all male.

  My nipples harden and my pussy becomes wet. My clit throbs and my breathing changes. I feel the blood rush to every erogenous zone in my body, and I feel my lips tingle with the need to be kissed by him.

  What I’m thinking about is certainly not in the plans. It’s dirty images slamming through my head, visions of me between his legs as I take his huge cock in my mouth. And he is big, so big that when I first saw it the thought that came to mind instantly was if he’d even fit comfortably inside of me.

  I clench my legs together to try and stem off the arousal, but all I feel is a shot of pure unadulterated lust that starts right between my thighs and spears straight up my center. I’m breathing harder, feeling my pulse race, and all I want to do is reach lower and see if his dick is as big when it’s not standing at attention.

  My throat is tight, dry, but I stop myself from crossing that line. Not only would that be wrong, but I’m supposed to hate this man and the situation he’s put me in, right?

  But that doesn’t stop my body from reacting to him being pressed up against me.

  And then I watch as he opens his eyes, his pupils dilating, his breathing becoming harsher.

  “Are you just going to stare at me, or act on what you’re thinking right now?”

  I’m frozen, in shock. For a moment, I wonder if I spoke my thoughts out loud, but then I realize this man didn’t get to where he’s at by not being able to read people. It’s not like I’m hiding my body’s reaction to him.

  “What?” I whisper, feigning ignorance.

  He doesn’t respond, doesn’t even move for a prolonged second. And then he takes my wrist in his hand and starts moving it lower under the sheets.

  Oh. God.

  “What are you doing?” My voice is so soft I don’t even know if he heard me. And despite my words and shock, I don’t stop him.

  And when I feel his massive erection brush against my hand, this involuntary moan slips from my lips. We don’t speak, just continue to stare into each other’s eyes as he has me wrapping my hand around his cock and then proceeds to move my palm up and down his massive length.

  As we stare into each other’s eyes, our breathing becoming even more frantic with each passing second, the pleasure I’m giving to Brendan showing in his expression. Even though he tries to hide it, I realize I’m lost. I’m done.

  How can I possibly keep the charade up that he means nothing to me when I feel like I’m lit up from the inside out when he’s around? Not to mention I have my fingers wrapped around his dick and am jerking him off, so that pretty much tells him I’m really into ..
. whatever this is between us.

  He still has his hand wrapped around my wrist, guiding me up and down his shaft ... root to tip. I can feel the pre-cum lining the crown, and the knowledge that I’m the reason he’s this worked up has me getting even wetter.

  I’m saturated between my legs.

  And all the while we stare into each other’s eyes. His mouth is slightly open now, his breathing coming in short intervals. He growls deeply, this almost primal sound that spears right into the very core of me.

  My hand is moving up and down his dick even faster, and I’m starting to feel my breathing become labored. My legs are pressed tightly together, and I start moving them slightly, rubbing myself against the pressure, finding a spark of pleasure in the act. He doesn’t touch me aside from his hand on my wrist, and I want to beg him desperately to put his fingers between my legs, for him to see how wet I am, how soaked my panties are.

  I want him to touch my clit, to rub the bundle of nerves back and forth until we both come at the same time. But before I can even ask him for those things, plead, because I’m right there and not ashamed to do that, Braden leans in and slams his mouth down on mine at the same time he grunts deeply.

  The feeling of him coming washes over my hand in hot shots of his release, his cum coating my forearm and no doubt the sheets underneath us.

  I gasp, my mouth slightly opening, his tongue pushing between the seam as if he were waiting for me to let him in.

  He fucks me with his mouth. In and out, sucking on my tongue, making me take all of him. And while he does that, he’s still coming.

  It seems like an eternity before his orgasm finally ends. And only then does he pull back, his breathing still harsh, my hand still wrapped around his cock. He’s still so hard in my palm, but as the seconds move by, I feel his dick start to soften. But then again, it doesn’t make him any less massive.