Overruled

by Lana Ferguson

“This is the last time.” I can feel his chuckle against my throat, the scrape of his teeth following after just before he soothes the mark with his tongue. “You said that last time.” The warm press of his chest covers the length of my spine as he curls over me, and I grit my teeth when I feel his hands sliding around my hips, his fingers digging into my skin as I arch beneath him. I don’t give him the satisfaction of a response—it only makes him more intolerable—instead giving him a silent urge to keep going as I push back against the hot length of his cock, which slots between my legs. I should make it less easy, I know that; there is nothing I hate more than knowing it’s so easy for him to make me fall apart—but that’s a conundrum I haven’t been able to figure out in the months we’ve been doing this.

My lips part when I feel him nudge against me, the thick head easing against my core in a slow, frustrating tease. And Ezra, being the absolute dick that he is, immediately catches on to my impatience. “You in a hurry, Dani?” “You’re a fucking asshole.” Another soft laugh caught in the bend of my neck as his nose traces back and forth there. “Tell me something I don’t know.” “Stop fucking teasing me,” I huff. He feathers a barely there kiss against my shoulder, and I can practically feel him grinning, the bastard. “Just savoring. Might be the last time, right?” “Will be the last time,” I grind out. “Mm. Sure.” I open my mouth to tell him where he can shove his perfect dick—other than in me, of course—but then I feel the slow, maddening stretch of him as he eases inside. My angry words come out as more of a whimper, and I hate that too.

“I’m free tonight, you know,” he says casually. I keep my expression blank, hoping the people milling around in the lobby don’t notice how close he’s walking beside me. “Good for you. Sounds like an excellent time to take up a hobby.” “Oh, but I would much rather enjoy the one I’ve already got.” I glance at him from the side, frowning. “What’s that?” “See, there’s this certain opposing counsel that makes the most delicious noises when my fingers are—”

“I told you,” I grit out. “Last time was the last time.” “Right.” He flashes me his perfect white teeth—stark against the deep pink of his lips—and I have to force myself to keep my eyes on his. “But you said that the time before that.” He leans in a little closer, practically looming over me as he lowers his voice. “And the time before that…and the time before that…”

Asshole: I promise you, Dani. We’d both like it if you came.

Two fingers of scotch usually helps prepare me to handle Dani’s verbal assault, which she insists on before she defrosts. A good therapist might suggest there is something seriously wrong with me if they knew how much I enjoy our strange dynamic. Dani has no qualms with making it immensely clear what she thinks of me as a person, and for the life of me, I can’t even begin to explain why that makes her inability to stop coming to me to fuck her stress away all the more appealing. Touching Dani is like scooping the honey out of the hive after the beesting. Totally worth the pain. I’m sipping my drink and looking out the wide wall of windows on the other side of the large leather sectional in the living room when I hear three sharp knocks from the front door across the room, and my skin hums with anticipation as I set my scotch glass on an end table and practically jog to answer the door. Her perfectly arched dark brows are pulled together over her stormy gray eyes when I open the door, her pink mouth pursed as she taps one heeled foot. I smile at her arms crossed tightly over her chest; she always looks like someone forced to solicit for community service when she comes over. “Hi, honey,” I say sweetly. “How was your day?”

“I said I wouldn’t do this again,” she says. I can feel the tops of her thighs brush against mine; she’s so close now that I could lean forward just a little and press my mouth to hers. “And yet here you are.” “I really fucking hate you, Ezra.” It really does have to be some sort of psychosis, the way that makes me smile. “I know, Dani.” My lips ghost against hers, and the spark between us lights up like a match—her hands shoving into my hair and her body pressing into mine as she tugs me impossibly closer. Everything between us is always rough and rushed, but I like that too. I like knowing I can ruffle Danica Pierce’s feathers, this prickly woman who takes no shit. But she’s far from prickly when she’s with me like this. I let my hand slide up her spine until I can cup the back of her neck, tilting my head to sweep my tongue into her mouth as she lets out a soft sound that makes my cock ache. Her long black hair is silky as I plunge my fingers into it, and I close my fist to muss it, the need to mess up her perfect poise like a drug in my veins. “Couch,” she breathes into my mouth. I duck my head to swirl my tongue over the pulse at her throat. “I could do so much more to you in my bed.” “That’s not what we do,” she huffs. Which is true, since she refuses to let me have her anywhere that might suggest this is anything more than it is, but you can’t blame a guy for trying. The thought of her naked in my sheets is a tempting one. She’s unbuttoning her blouse as I lead her ...

She’s panting on the couch when I let my fingers slip away, her eyes glassy and wide as she stares up at the ceiling. I can’t help the urge to try to get a better look at her, climbing up onto the couch and curling my body so I can press a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “See? Much more agreeable.” “Fuck you,” she says again, but it sounds less threatening in the breathy way she says it. “Happy to,” I mutter, letting my lips slide against the skin under her jaw. “On your knees. Grab the couch.” “Stop fucking telling me what to do.”

For a moment I’m content to just look at her as I let my cock graze between the curves of her ass, her fair complexion glowing and bright against mine. I curl my body until my tongue can trace the lone freckle at her shoulder blade, the one I noticed the first time we were together and that I have been obsessed with ever since, hearing her suck in a breath as I pull back to let my cock press against her. I don’t move for a bit, just holding still against the heat of her, smiling into her skin when she starts to squirm. “I don’t have all night,” she huffs. So fucking prickly. I push inside slowly, wanting to draw this out a bit since I know she’ll be out the door seconds after it’s over—and that feels as foreign as the desire to have her look at me when we do this. Maybe it’s my ego that feels bruised. Maybe it’s that I don’t like not having the upper hand. I try not to examine it too closely. “Fuck, you feel good,” I sigh against her neck. “So damned hot inside you.” “Move,” she demands, pushing back against me. My teeth graze her throat. “Say please.” “Please move, asshole,” she says through gritted teeth. “Well, since you asked nicely…” I rear back just to roll back inside, my mouth going slack against her skin as that familiar rush courses down my spine. Dani isn’t my first hookup, but she’s by far the best. Everything about her has me constantly seconds away from losing it—from the slick heat of her cunt to the rough spew of her words. Maybe I really am losing it. Her ...

“What,” I call as she pulls her skirt back over her thighs. “No dinner?” She rolls her eyes. “Hardly.” “Fine.” I make a show of letting my fingers rub across my mouth when her eyes slide over to meet mine. “I already ate anyway.”

“Oh, hello, Dani. Miss me already? That has to be a new record.” “I miss you about as much as I miss teeth cleanings.” “Mm, sounds like you’re thinking about me in your mouth.”

“I think about fucking you over this desk,” he tells me roughly, nibbling on my earlobe as I shiver. “Or maybe mine. Every time I see you in one of these fucking skirts, making your ass look like a fucking gift—I think about inching it up over those pretty thighs of yours and filling you up.” He squeezes my ass for good measure, and an irrational urge to turn my face and press my mouth to his floods me, but I hold it back. Even if it’s something I can’t stop thinking about when he’s this close. “I could have you right now,” he rasps, pulling me closer to the throbbing heat between his legs that I know will feel incredible inside me. “It would be so easy. So fucking easy.” My head falls back at the soft kiss below my jaw. “And you’d let me, wouldn’t you, Dani? You’d let me push you over this desk and take what’s mine.”

“I have a bottle of wine at home that will give me less of a headache than what you’re offering.” “Right,” he chuckles. “You really do make a habit of comparing me to activities involving your mouth.”

I gasp when he spins me, pushing me against the vanity and smoothing his hands over my hips as his lips brush along my shoulder. His voice is low, making me shiver. “Do you know how crazy you make me?” His fingertips tease at the hem of my skirt, drawing it upward slowly. “I haven’t been able to think about anything else but the way your skin feels since the first time I touched you.” “Ezra—” Whatever I’d been about to say morphs into a moan when his fingers curl over my thigh to slide over the fabric of my underwear, teasing my slit through the material. “Already wet,” he sighs. “Always so fucking wet for me. Even when you pretend to hate me, your body can’t lie.” I should be telling him to fuck off, or at least, I think I should—it’s hard to think when he presses his hard length against my ass, thrusting slightly as he continues to trace a slow back-and-forth over my underwear. “Tell me how you want me,” he breathes against my ear, his teeth nipping the lobe. “I’ll give you anything you want if you tell me, Dani.” Tell him you don’t want anything. Tell him that you— “Hard,” I rasp. “I want to feel it tomorrow.” “Perfect,” he groans, tongue tracing the shell of my ear. “You’re fucking perfect.”

“Fuck, Dani,” he mumbles, his fingers pressing against me before slipping inside with one fluid movement. “Look at you. You’re soaked.” I wait for the embarrassment to come, but still it doesn’t. “Do something about it,” I whisper harshly. I hear his soft chuckle, and I gasp when his lips press gently against the curve of my ass as he twists his fingers deeper inside me. “You want me to fuck you? Right here?” Really? We’re playing this game right now? With me bent over my parents’ guest bathroom vanity while his cock is wrapped up and ready to go? “I swear to God, if you don’t—fuck.” My head lolls forward at the loss of his fingers, a whine lingering in my chest when I feel something thicker, hotter pressing against me instead. He eases inside slowly, letting me feel every inch, and not for the first time I wonder how it can possibly be so good every time. How every time with Ezra is somehow better than the last. It’s always been infuriating. “This what you need?” His palm rests against the base of my spine, rubbing soothing circles there as he sinks deeper, bottoming out. “Did you need my cock, Dani?” My mouth falls open when he draws back just to rock back inside, the friction of it making me tingle all over and making it impossible to lie. “Yes.” “Fuck, you feel good,” he groans, thrusting into me again with a little more force. “Always so hot and tight and perfect. How is it so fucking perfect?”

“Harder,” I manage, my voice sounding too rough. His hand grips my hip, pulling me back onto his cock in a rough jolt that has the sound of skin on skin ringing throughout the small space. Every thrust hits me just right, the weight of his cock dragging across that place inside that pulls that embarrassing sound from me over and over again. It’s still frantic, still a rush, but it’s also…different. Or maybe it’s just me. He stops suddenly, making me whine for another reason. I’m opening my mouth to protest, when I feel his hand sliding up my front until his palm can grip my jaw again, forcing my head up as my eyes fly open to find him watching me over my shoulder. “I want your eyes this time,” he murmurs, his fingers holding my chin so that I can’t look away. “I want you to watch me make you come. I want you to know it’s me doing this to you.” I suck in a breath when he starts to move again, slowly. “I don’t want you lying to yourself for one more fucking second about how badly you want this.” He snaps his hips, and I watch in the mirror as my mouth widens in a gasp. I suddenly wish I could see more of him—hungrily taking in the sharp definition of his wide chest as it strains across his T-shirt, letting my eyes track the corded vein running down his arm as he holds me tight, keeping me still so that I have to take everything he gives me. Everything I want from him, if I’m being honest with myself. “That’s it.” His thumb slides over my bottom lip to press against my tongue...

He shifts his body, bringing himself closer to me. “You didn’t miss me, Dani?” “I—” His face is too close to think. His fingers reach to trail along my jaw, and my traitorous eyes flutter at the sensation. “No.” “You’re such a liar,” he laughs softly. “But that’s okay.” His finger ghosts ever so gently along my lower lip, tracing a slow back-and-forth. “I’ll let you keep pretending. For now.” “Ezra,” I manage huskily, hypnotized by the way he’s still tracing my lip. His thumb replaces his finger, applying a barely there pressure. “Open your mouth for me?” And I do—without hesitation or question—and I should probably be angry at myself for it, but all I can focus on is the way his thumb dips inside to press against my tongue. “Suck,” he murmurs. As much as part of me wants to tell him to fuck off, another—admittedly a much larger part—shivers at the quiet command. I close my lips around his thumb, sucking gently, feeling a strange sort of power seeing his pupils dilate as he watches. As if I’m the one in control, despite following his order. “Do you know how often I imagine this pretty mouth of yours wrapped around my cock?” He slips his thumb deeper inside my mouth, keeping it pressed against my tongue. “Every time you cut into me, I imagine how quiet you’d be with your mouth full of me. Maybe you’d glare at me the entire time. Why does that get me so fucking hot, Dani?” An involuntarily whimper escapes me, and I press my legs together, feeling my pussy start to get slick....

His chest heaves as his teeth press into his lower lip, his green eyes dark and his pupils blown wide as he watches me slide my fist lazily up and down his length. I squeeze the flushed head, rewarded with a deep rumble of satisfaction from above, pressing my thumb into the sensitive little V just underneath and rubbing a slow circle. His throat bobs with a swallow when I pull him close to rub the crown against my lower lip, and he releases a shaky breath as he watches his precome paint me there. I pull away only a little, just enough to swipe my tongue over my lip to collect what he’s left, and Ezra’s hands fist in the material covering his thighs, like he’s trying to keep from grabbing me. It’s intoxicating, having this effect on someone like him. “Still an asshole,” I chuckle before flattening my tongue in a broad sweep up the underside of him. “But fuck if your cock isn’t pretty.” He practically shouts when I close my lips over the head, suckling for a moment before pushing him deeper inside only to drag my mouth back up slowly. I keep the pace steady and teasing, wanting to watch him come as undone as he’s constantly making me feel. I trace my tongue against the vein that throbs against his velvety skin, closing my eyes as I swirl my tongue over his tip before doing it all over again. I pause when I feel his fingers pushing into my hair, my eyes flying open to meet his. There’s something entirely too gentle about the way that he lightly pushes the hair from my face, c...

“Are you touching yourself?” His grip on my hair tightens, my scalp stinging slightly, but strangely, I like this too. “Are you going to come for me, baby? Gonna come with my cock in your throat?”

“That’s right,” he coos. “So good for me.” His lids droop with pleasure as his hips lift from the couch, thrusting into my mouth at a brutal pace that has my eyes watering and my pussy clenching around nothing. “Just for me,” he breathes. “You’re going to take it all, aren’t you? Every fucking drop.”

“That’s it,” he exhales roughly. “That’s my girl.” His hips stutter and his body shakes. “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck, baby, I—” I feel the warm gush of him in my throat just as I feel something similar against my fingers, my entire body trembling as I continue to touch myself wildly just to prolong the sensation. Ezra is still moving erratically in and out of my mouth, making sounds that are almost inhuman as he empties deep inside. And through it all his gaze holds mine, forcing me to watch every flicker of emotion that passes through them as I swallow everything he gives me.

“I think about the sounds you make when I’m inside you; they’re so soft, like you don’t want to let them go. It drives me crazy knowing you can’t help it. That I’m the one making you lose that carefully crafted control you cling to.”

“Sour Patch, you’re as prickly as a cactus.” And when I tense, he leans in, adding, “But I love that about you.”

I brush my fingers under her chin just as she pulls apart the fabric of my slacks, and I tilt her face up to meet her gaze. Her pupils are blown wide, her irises a thin sliver around the dark discs, and her mouth is parted to release every sharp exhale that puffs from her. She looks just like I feel. She closes her lips around my thumb and sucks it gently, only for a second, before releasing it, and I feel pleasure rush through my veins. I gulp in a breath when she shucks my pants down my thighs, still meeting my eyes as she leans in to flick her tongue against my stiff cock, which now bobs between us. A shiver creeps down my spine when her lips envelop the tip to suck, and I can’t decide what’s more arousing, the sight of her pink mouth wrapped around me or the heated stare she gives me while she does it.

I trail a finger between the valley of her breasts and trace a path down and down—over her navel and along the edge of her panties, drawing a slow circle just over her slit where the fabric is already damp. “Did you think of me when you picked these out?” She makes an indignant sound. “No.” “Liar.” I feel myself grinning; even here, underneath me, she’s still Dani. I love that. “I bet you did. I bet you wondered what I would think of them when I saw them.” “Maybe I never intended for you to see them,” she mutters. “You didn’t?” I tease her through the fabric, rubbing the crease of her with two fingers as she squirms from my touch. “You didn’t buy these thinking about how I would lose my fucking mind? Seeing how wet you are for me even though I’ve barely touched you yet?”

I hear her breath catch when I duck my head, her fingers carding through my hair and curling tight when my tongue first parts her. I curl my hands around her thighs to hold them open, peering up over the slopes of her body as I circle the swollen bud of her clit. Her breasts heave and her belly quivers, and her harsh grip in my hair is a welcome sting, her soft cries spurring me on, making my blood sing. “Ezra,” she cries out when I close my lips around her to suck. “Yes.” I’m distantly aware that my nails must be biting into the soft expanse of her thighs, but part of me likes the idea of marking her, proving that she was here with me just like this. As if it’s somehow possible to brand her as mine. I hum against her clit as I take it into my mouth again and again in deep pulls, twirling the tip of my tongue against the tight bundle as her hips begin to undulate against my face. I’m struck with images of yanking her thighs over my face and letting her ride my tongue.

Her breath leaves her in a rush and ends in a whine, her skin trembling under my hands and her pussy warm and slick under my mouth, letting me know how close she is. How she’s maybe seconds from coming all over my face. Which means her cry is downright outraged when I pull away. “The fuck?” I lift up, licking my lips and taking in her heaving chest and her dark eyes, which are looking back at me in irritation. I can’t help but grin. “Ezra, I swear to God, if you don’t—” I’m already crawling up her body before she opens her mouth, cutting off her words with mine as her garbled sentence ends on my tongue. It takes her a moment to melt into it, her indignation turning to pliancy as I let her taste herself in my kiss. I leave a soft peck before I pull back, catching the dreamy look on her face. “I want to feel it,” I rasp. “When you come.” I kiss her cheek, feeling her shudder when I slide my length between her legs. “I want you to come all over my cock and my sheets so I’ll still smell you there tomorrow.” She tilts her hips up to push me deeper against her, her warm breath puffing against my temple as she turns her face to graze her lips along my skin. My eyes roll back as the slick slide of her coats my shaft, my muscles tensing as I lose myself in the feel of her. “Wait,” I groan, her movements becoming so frantic that the crown of my cock almost notches against her entrance. “Condom.” I’m trying to move away from her toward my bedside table when she drags me back, wrappin...

“That’s it,” I hum, curling my palms over her hips to grip her ass. “Take what you need, baby.”

“You must really like me.” “I will bite you,” she grumbles into my shoulder. “Mm. Promises, promises.” She moves to shift off me, but I tug her back, keeping her close. “Oh, no,” I chide. “You’re staying right here.”

“Tell me you’ll stay the night.” I don’t miss the flicker of indecision in her eyes, but I imagine it will take more than one good night to chase away all of Dani’s fight-or-flight instincts. I’m happy to wait as long as it takes. “I’ll stay,” she says finally, quietly.

“I’d rather get married at the courthouse on a random Tuesday.” “How romantic.” “That is what they say about me.” “Mm. You’re as romantic as they come, baby.” “Is that another endearment we are set on?” He gives me a mock pout. “You don’t want to be my baby?” “You’re being purposefully infuriating.” “There’s no one I want to purposefully infuriate more than you, Dani.”

His tongue slides against mine in a slow caress, his hands rucking up my skirt until it’s gathered at my waist with decidedly more urgency. He groans when his palms slide across the lace on my thighs, hovering there only for a moment before moving higher to hook his fingers into the elastic of my underwear. “Sometimes I pretend you’re not wearing these under your skirt,” he says huskily, still nipping at my lower lip as he begins to inch them down. “I pretend that you’re always ready for me. That at any moment I could have you just like this. Fill your soft, wet cunt anytime I like.” My thighs clench when his fingers caress me there, proving that I’m just as wet as he’s describing. “Would you let me, Dani?”

“Tell me this pussy is mine,” he rasps, snapping his hips forward so hard that a sharp cry escapes me despite my efforts. “I want to hear it.” “Ezra, fuck, I—” “Say”—his cock slides home roughly as I sizzle with delicious friction—“it.” “It’s yours,” I moan. “Fuck. Harder.” “Touch yourself.” His nails bite into the soft flesh of my thighs, and he picks up his pace until I have to reach behind me and grip the other edge of my desk to keep myself from scooting higher. “Please, Dani? I want to see you play with yourself. I want to feel you come hard.” I watch him through heavy-lidded eyes as I obey, slipping my fingers between my legs and circling the already-swollen bud of my clit as sparks of pleasure prickle inside. My mouth parts in a silent gasp, the onslaught of his cock and my hand pushing me so close to the edge that I can practically taste my orgasm. “That’s it,” he coos. “So perfect.” He bends his body, releasing my legs so I’m forced to wrap them around his waist. His hands brace on either side of me, leaning in close so that he can brush his lips against mine. “Now say that you’re mine.” My back bows as I tense up around him, shutting my eyes for only a second as that sweet pressure starts to crest. “I’m—” “That’s it,” he whispers, kissing me so gently that it feels impossible to reconcile with the still-furious pounding of his hips. “Tell me. Please.” “Ah.” My legs start to shake, my pussy trembling as my vision blurs. Ezra is still moving, prolonging the almost-...

“I’ve been yours for ages, Dani,” he says, his voice a low, sweet murmur. “I’ve just been waiting for you to catch up.”

“I do not fear a man just because he wears a suit.”

She’s so convinced that anyone she gets close to will hurt her, will lie to her or leave her behind, that she runs from any opportunity that might give them the chance.

“Didn’t even spare me a thought.” “Almost forgot your name at one point,” she laughs breathily. “Really?” I nip at her bottom lip. “Maybe I should make you scream it. So you don’t forget.”

“Shut up,” she hisses, covering my mouth. “Your mother is right down the hall.” I smile against her neck, sucking at her pulse point after. “You made the noise, Sour Patch.” “Because you—fuck,” she gasps. I tilt my hips again, letting my length tease through her slippery heat. “Because I did that?” “God, you’re infuriating,” she groans as quietly as she can manage. I capture her mouth, letting my tongue slip inside just as I start to fill her. “You love me.” Her arms wind around my neck. “Stop reminding me.” “Fuck.” I bury my face in her throat, grinding deeper. “I missed you.” “Miss me faster.” “Has anyone ever told you that you top from the bottom?” “Ezra,” she huffs. I kiss under her jaw, snapping my hips against her. “Like that?” “Yes. Just like that.” “I think you missed me too,” I rasp. “Yeah?” “I know you missed at least one part of me,” I croon. Her nails dig into my shoulders as I start to move faster, my eyes shutting as her perfect, wet cunt grips me tight. “I can’t believe I love you,” she says with a laugh that ends with a deep sigh. “You’re an idiot.” “But I’m your idiot.”

“Hm. I rather like the idea of working under you.” “This is not a sex thing.” “Everything can be a sex thing if you just believe,” he teases.