Resist (London) (5 page)

I growled in frustration, he didn’t move his arms, but I turned to face him anyway.

Bad move...wrong move...ahh fuck!

He was still naked...
totally naked.
My eyes drifted down his body of their own accord, I didn’t want them too, nope, I didn’t want to see his smooth chest, with his perfect washboard abs. It wasn’t right. It was the sort of body I had only ever seen on TV, or read about in books. A body most men would kill to have. It really should have been crime, to be as good-looking as he was. I had to press my thighs together to ease the ache that still lingered. His skin was a gorgeous mocha colour and I knew he must have worked out often because he had a defined ‘V’ that I just wanted to lick.

Damn.
So hot.

One look and my libido shot through the roof, I needed to escape.

I know it’s not normal!

But guys, they need putting in their place once in a while. I’m not exactly saying that I’m a feminist, I wouldn’t go that far, but
there was just nothing that I could use against him! Too fucking gorgeous.

A
nd
oh shit
...his dick was screaming at me, actually
screaming
at me... ‘
Look at me Harper, look at me! Touch me, even just a little bit... you know you want to!’

I did want to.

I wanted to look. I wanted to touch.

I wouldn’t
though, never...it just wouldn’t happen, except...well, it did.

“I’m finding it hard to believe that you really wanna
leave this room Sunshine, when you can’t seem to take your eyes off my dick.”

Shit! Caught!

I raised my eyes to his and noted that one corner of his lips twitched like he was trying to suppress a smile.

Dickhead.

“What do you want me to say Mason? I was into it,
then I wasn’t.” I lied, then patted him on the cheek, purposely trying to be condescending and added, “You’ll be fine babe, I’m sure your left hand’s gettin’ lonely anyway yeah?”

It was harsh, it was a pure lie, but I wasn’t going to let him boss me around...and in all honesty, I also found myself pretty funny!

He didn’t seem to agree though.

He squeezed my hand, hard enough that I braced for pain, but not actually hard enough to cause it and pulled me against him. My dress was short...slutty-short. If I bent over, you could easily see my ass, so being as his dick was still begging for attention in front of me, the action of being pulled against him was
wrong.
So wrong in fact, it made me want to jump him.

God it was such a mess,
fucking with my head. I wanted him, I didn’t want him, I wanted him again, I didn’t want him again.

Fucked...up.

Everything about it. Completely fucked up. My body should
not
react like that to any male...or any
person
at all. It’s my body. I know my own mind, it’s the one thing I’m always 100% certain of.

Damn him.

“Don’t play with me Sunshine. It’s written all over your face that you’re just as into this as I am. So I’ll ask again. What the fuck?” He rumbled.

I just stared up at him, lips parted, breaths coming short and fast. I’d never been
forced
to respond before. Right then and there, I didn’t have a fucking choice.

“I don’t want you to
taste
me.” I whispered.

He frowned down at me. So
I waited, a second, two, five...It was infuriating. It wasn’t
that
hard to understand.

Was it?

Then he spoke, confusing me even more.

“Ok, so I won’t do it then. It’s not that big of a deal Harper.
I will never have understand women. Just say it in future yeah? Instead of wasting time putting all your clothes back on? Honestly Sunshine, I
do
not
know what that was all about, but can you let it go now?”

That’s it?!

It was then
my
turn to frown at him without speaking.

Could it really be that easy? Just...’so I won’t do it then’?

He seemed to think so! So I thought...well, fuck it!

If he still wanted it, and I definitely wanted it and there were no boundaries being crossed, then yeah, I was definitely finishing what we started.

This wasn’t like the night before though. It was like we were both fighting for control. I was scratching, he was biting, it was animalistic. It was...
Amazing.

It might be confusing to you, hell, most the time it’s confusing to me, but I have to be in control. I have to
call the shots.

I
definitely don’t give head and I don’t want to receive it either. Too intimate, too...I don’t know, just too much. It’s a rule. So I stick to it.

So yeah he fucked me again, hard. It was sexy, it was hot. But I couldn’t help but feel like he was holding back. Maybe my fucked up little outburst scared him a bit. I wouldn’t be surprised.

I didn’t talk to him about it though. Talking is for couples, not for people who are having a random hook-up. Anyway, I was still getting off, so I didn’t actually care if he was holding back.

Countless
orgasms later, fully-sated, breathless and tender. I. Was. Done! I rolled away from his hold, sat on the edge of the bed and starting dressing.

“Where you
goin’?” He asked and I froze.

Surely that was obvious?

“Um, I’m going home?” I replied. It wasn’t supposed to be a question, I was really just
telling
him I was going home. Definitely sounded like a question though.
Damn.

He knifed up from the bed so quickly, I jumped, slipped, and landed on my ass, panties half way up my legs, on the floor.

“What the fuck?!” I exclaimed.

He chuckled under his breath, which made me want to hit him. I really didn’t find anything funny.

Then he said, “I don’t want you to go anywhere yet. I’m still not finished with you.”

I didn’t respond
. I was still sat with my panties up to my knees, half sprawled on the floor, so he spoke again. “Looks to me like your still planning on leaving. I don’t want you to.”

“Sorry pretty boy, I’m leaving now. You forced me to stay once, not happening again.
”

“
I could make you stay again.”

“You’re wrong. I’m done now, I...
” I didn’t get to finish my sentence.

Dickhead.

“Sunshine, I got stuff to do, and I wanna take you with me.” He informed me, though I was pretty sure...no, I was 100% sure, I didn’t care about the
stuff
he had to do, so I responded sarcastically.

“You do? Funny, I didn’t realise I had to do what you wanted.”

He ignored my sarcasm. Completely. But his answer at least gave me time to get myself off the floor and cover myself up.

“Yep.
It’s gone one o’clock, I gotta go take a drive, then we’re going to get something to eat, talk shit for a bit, then we’re coming straight back here to do
that
all over again.” He declared.

I shook my head, trying to comprehend his words. I didn’t do
bossy.
I was the bossy one. I make the decisions, always. Rule: Never let anyone else tell you what to do. Ever. Following my own rule, I replied.

“I’m not going anywhere with you! I’m getting dressed, and I’m walking home. I had a great time though, thanks! See you around yeah?”

He barked out a laugh and asked me if ‘that usually worked’.

If what usually worked?

It confused me. I honestly had no clue what he was talking about. So I asked him. His response floored me.

“The cold bitch act?
The ‘I don’t give a fuck about anything’ act? The ‘I’m a tough girl’ act? Whatever you want to call it.”

Ok, so it floored me be
cause, one, I’m not cold, but I guess I am kind of a bitch! Two, I really don’t give a fuck about most things and three, I really
am
a tough girl! There was no acting involved. I was flummoxed. What can you say when someone has just accused you of being everything you actually are, like it’s a bad thing?

I put one hand on my hip, leant into it, tilted my head and studied him. I couldn’t figure out why he kept testing me. One-night stands didn’t usually even want to talk afterwards...not that I ever gave them chance to!

Everything about him was different, and it bothered me. Why couldn’t he have just let me leave and get on with his own damn life? That’s what normally happens, well, most the time.

“None of that is an act pretty-boy! I don’t know who you thought you met last night, but trying to tell me what to do? No, that shit won’t work with me. I’m walking out of here in about thirty seconds, and I’ve changed my mind, maybe we won’t see each other around after all...think I’ll probably just avoid you.”

“Not going to happen.” He replied immediately.

Argh, men!

“What is your problem? Just let me leave!” My voice was rising slightly, so I took a deep breath to calm the growing annoyance.

Rule: Never let someone else’s actions affect yours.

So I failed at that, clearly, but I could do damage control. So before he could answer, I spoke again.

“Look Mason, like I said, last night and this morning, it was good, really good. But I don’t know what you think is happening here, it’s just
sex. I’m not going out ‘for a drive’ with you, I’m not going to have something to eat with you, I’m not going to ‘talk shit’ with you...and I’m
not
coming back here again. Ever. Ok?”

He stared at me intently
again
and I held an internal battle over whether I should just leave him to his thoughts, or push him for an answer. I thought that if I just left, didn’t give him chance to answer, maybe I could get out of there before he snapped out of it.

Before I could make my decision, h
is eyes became focused again but he definitely didn’t do what I expected him to. He stood up, right in front of me, kissed my forehead and spoke in a soft tone.

“If that’s what you want Sunshine, then that’s what you’ll get. I’ll leave my number on the desk, you change your mind, or you just wanna chat for the sake of it, you call me yeah?”

He didn’t wait for me to answer, he just pulled on his loose fitting shorts, no underwear, and left the room. I focused on the door, trying to figure out why he gave up so easily. He seemed so determined before.
Strange.

I didn’t spend too long thinking about it
though, I pulled on my shoes, grabbed my clutch bag off the desk, then hesitated when I saw the card with his number on, right next to my bag. I knew I wouldn’t call, well, I was fairly sure I wouldn’t. There was no point in taking it...

I took it anyway.

Mason

She was an enigma, I know I already said it, but I couldn’t figure her out at all. I don’t make a habit of taking random girls home, but there was just
something
about her, and yeah, you’re god damn right it was worth it.

She was gorgeous
, all long legs, wide hips, small waist...fuck yeah she was gorgeous, but it wasn’t that. She had attitude, it was written all over her. Not get-in-your-face attitude like her friend.

No.

This was...different somehow. Like she actually really didn’t give a fuck about anything, like the world should be grateful she was even in it. To be honest, one look at her, and I sort of agreed with her!

That afternoon bothered me though. The whole scene when she freaked out bothered me, the fact that she didn’t even want to come for a drive, to eat, to spend time with me, that bothered me too. I’m a good looking guy. I know that. It’s not arrogance, because it’s true. Good genes, about the only good thing I got from my shithead parents.

I guess that’s a good thing! But it also made me even more confused.

Why wouldn’t
she want to spend time with me? I’m good-looking, I play sports so I’m fit, I’ve got money, I’m smart...yeah, I’ve got it all!

Ok, that might be
slightly
arrogant, but I’m not lying!

I wanted her though. No matter what she
said. I wasn’t going to give up that easily. I knocked on my brother’s door, but didn’t wait for a response before I waltzed in.

“Hey bro, you ready to go?” I asked. He was lying on his bed, with his arms resting behind his head, but he startled when I spoke, as if he hadn’t even heard me knock, or open the door. But then he nodded once and got up.

We’re close, me and Ruben. Well, me and both my brothers are close, but Ruben and I have an extra strength, a bond forged from going through a shit past, together.