Kimmydonn's Choice: Both
It had been a game. Tracy ran over the sand, kicking sprays behind her. He lurked behind, swerving from side to side, driving her toward the water. She twisted just past him up onto rocks.
“No, Don!” she squealed in a way that wasn’t going to stop him.
“Mine!” He captured her, sweeping her off her flip flops. It had been fun, a lark. She had been completely unprepared for his lips on hers or the way her heart raced when it did.
“I win. You’re mine,” he declared, kissing her again, possessively.
Her heart fluttered as her friend of years, for the first time, became something more.
“Uh, Don, you can put me down now.”
“I really don’t think I can.” His voice was breathy. "I think I need to mark my conquest.” His mouth closed on her neck, sucking deeply.
Don couldn’t believe things had gone this smoothly, this quickly. His friend was beneath him, around him, and he was sure he was going to die in her arms.
Tracy watched him fall apart, his face a shining example of pleasure crossing into pain. She twisted a little harder on the chain attached to his nipple ring.
“Mercy,” he moaned, rolling away.
She grinned. He had been so certain that she would be begging him to stop, sure he would be the conqueror as he had been on the beach.
“I win. You’re mine,” she declared, pulling on the chain and bringing him close for a kiss.
“Hail the conquering heroine,” he said with a chuckle.
“Fetch the conquerer water, will you?” She stretched languorously on the bed as he obeyed.