20. Wade #3
I swirled my tongue around her hardened nipple and grasped her other breast with my hand, kneading it with my fingers, rolling the bud between my thumb and forefinger.
Every gasp, every cry, every movement of her hips had my head swimming with need.
Need to please her. Need to devour her. Need to keep her as my own.
“Wade,” she mewled, pressing down harder against my slacks. “ Please .”
“Say what you want,” I said around the curve of her breast. “Tell me, baby.”
“I need you.” Her fingers sunk into my hair, fisting the strands as she tugged me backward so she could look down at me. Every single inch of her face looked pristine except the little bit of lipstick I’d smudged. “I need you,” she repeated.
“You need me to what?”
She scowled at me as a chuckle escaped my lips. I loved seeing her like this. Frustrated, angry, horny, desperate. “Touch me,” she pleaded. “I need you to touch me.”
“Ray,” I said, dragging my free hand down her back and tweaking her nipple playfully. “I am touching you.”
The glare she leveled at me was too much to bear.
I laughed as I wrapped my arm around her, flipping her over within a second.
I savored the little shriek that escaped her, the wide-eyed expression on her face before spreading her legs.
I reached down to release the button on my slacks, aching for more space for my cock, and gave her a wry little smirk when my hand felt warm and damp.
“I’m going to need to have these dry-cleaned now.”
The blush that spread across her cheeks reached down her neck and across her collarbones. “Sorry, not sorry,” she mumbled with a wicked smile.
Pushing my slacks down my legs, I breathed a sigh of relief at one less layer pressing down on me.
“It’s okay,” I chuckled. I shifted her higher on the bed as I hovered over her, hooking her legs over mine so she couldn’t close them, and leaned down to her ear.
“I’ll just explain that the woman in my bed was far too greedy to wait for me to touch her and just couldn’t help herself.
I’m sure they’ll get a kick out of that. ”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Oh, darling, I absolutely would.” I snaked my hand down between our bodies, gliding my fingers through her slickness, memorizing the way her body shook and her back arched. “Do you know how fucking sexy you looked when you did that? How hard you made me as your clit rubbed against my pants?”
I slowly circled her entrance with the tip of my finger, teasing her, winding her up even more.
“I’d tell anyone that listened,” I continued. Her hips bucked, a silent plea for more, but I didn’t give her the satisfaction just yet. “Claim you as my fucking own.”
A breath left her lungs in the form of a little cry as I finally pushed two fingers in, curling them up and going deep enough to hit my knuckles against her skin.
“ Yes ,” she moaned.
“Yes?” I chuckled. I found her clit with my thumb, circled it as I slowly began to move my fingers in and out. “That’s what you want, Ray? You want me to tell everyone how good of a girl you are for me?”
“If it means you won’t stop, then yes, that’s what I want,” she whimpered, her back arching further, her breasts dragging against my chest.
“I won’t stop.” Her walls trembled around my fingers as I found the little pad of roughness inside and pressed against it, ensuring each thrust hit true.
Feeling her like this was enough to make me wild.
The warmth, the ease, the way she welcomed me so desperately.
She was my nectar and I was starving. “I’ll never fucking stop, baby. ”
Her nails pressed into my back and made me seethe, but I bit through it.
I could feel her walls cave in, could barely move my fingers, and as she gasped for breath and her body shook, I watched in fucking awe while she came undone beneath me.
Every muscle twitching then relaxing, every sound a cry of pleasure.
She looked beautiful, drunk off my fingers. Drunk off of me .
“That’s it baby, come for me,” I growled. I stilled inside of her and pressed my lips to hers, breathing into her, reminding her to catch her breath. She kissed me lazily, every movement slowed, even her tongue barely working against mine.
I dragged my fingers out from her and lifted them to her lips.
“Taste yourself, baby.”
She didn’t hesitate. Her lips wrapped around my fingers, pulling them in. Every lash of her tongue made me ache more, made me want to take what I wanted, but it wasn’t about me, even if she was humming her approval.
“I’m never going to be able to stop thinking about this,” I said. “Your mouth feels like paradise. I’d never want to leave if you let me in.”
Her answering giggle was enough to tell me I’d fully broken down her walls again. She made a pop sound as she let go of my fingers, her breathing steady, her eyes soft. “Maybe I will.”
I couldn’t stop my answering groan at the possibility. “You can’t do that,” I chuckled. “I’ll just get my hopes up.”
“That’s not a bad thing,” was her reply.
The little smile she gave me was enough to set my pulse racing. I wanted this with her, all of it. I’d take any version, but this one, this soppy little mess, was my favorite.
“Are you going to fuck me now or do I need to ask?”
I grinned. “You don’t need to ask.”
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Ray had barely caught her breath when her sweat-covered body collapsed against my chest. “I can’t,” she rasped, her voice whiny. “I’m too tired. I can’t.”
I glanced at the clock on the bedside table.
Nearly four in the morning, and she had to be up at eight.
Even though we both knew the consequences, we’d thrown it to the wayside, because it was as if nothing was enough.
No matter how many times I’d made her climax, no matter how many times she’d emptied my cock, she was insatiable, and so was I.
We were dead to the world, but she still wanted more, and I was a pleaser.
I grabbed her by the hips and bucked mine, fucking her with the last few drops of energy I had. It was enough, just barely, to pull one more orgasm from her and then I was spent, my cock too raw and sore to move. I would never be able to get enough of the sounds she made every time.
“I think I get it,” she mumbled, her head buried in the hollow of my chest between my ribs as her trembling body slowly calmed down. “Why your bunnies obsess over you. If this is how you are with them?—”
“It’s not,” I cut her off. Her muscles stilled within a second. “I am not like this with them.”
That wasn’t a lie. I’d never gone this long, never been so intensely desperate for a woman to the point where nothing felt like enough.
I’d lost count of how many times I’d brought her to climax, but somewhere after the sixth, I’d had to carry her to the bathroom just so she could pee because her legs had given out. It was adorable.
But I wasn’t ready to dive deeper into my mind to figure out the why. I knew what it was, could feel it lingering near the surface, and in truth, it scared the living shit out of me. There was a reason I didn’t give anyone this much of myself.
“What do you mean?” she asked, the words so soft, so tired. She lifted her leg, her foot dragging along my calf, and I couldn’t help but wince as it skated over the scars.
“Not now,” I whispered. I trailed my fingers up and down her slick spine, hoping that the exhaustion from our evening was enough to send her to sleep before she asked me more questions, harder questions. “You need sleep, Ray. Do you want to shower now or in the morning?”
“I don’t want to shower,” she replied. She picked her head up, resting her chin on my chest so she could look me in the eyes. I didn’t have the heart to tell her it hurt. “I don’t want to do anything . I just want to stay here with you. Is that bad?”
Pushing a stray curl behind her ear, I dragged my fingers across her cheek, memorized the little smile she gave me. This was Ray with her walls down, this was Ray without a hint of animosity. I wanted to bottle it and keep it for myself forever, and that fucking terrified me.
I shook my head. “I love it when you’re like this,” I whispered. The words fell out too easily before I could think twice, but thankfully, sleepy-Ray didn’t find it angering. “Makes me think you need a new nickname.”
The little snort she gave set my pulse racing for the millionth time. I had to be at risk of a heart attack at this point. “God, not another one.”
Flattening my palm against her back, I held her to me and flipped us, gently placing her down on the soft sheets as she giggled. “Yes, another one,” I laughed, pressing a kiss to her lips, her cheek, her jaw, “because you’re right. You’re not a bunny.”
Her head tilted back, burying itself in the soft cotton and offering me her neck. I gladly took it, claiming every inch I could get my lips and teeth on.
“A nickname that matches this version of you,” I whispered. “Needy, insatiable, fucking ravenous. ”
“You made me like this,” she breathed, every little moan and whimper daring me to go another round, but I knew neither of us could take it.
“Ray…” I said, dragging my hand up the side of her body as my lips found her ear. “We made each other like this.”
A shiver coursed through her, pushing her hips up into mine. We can’t. Not again.
“I want you,” she begged.
“You’ve wanted me all night long.” My cock, limp and practically beaten to a pulp, still managed to twitch at her plea. “And I’ve wanted you all night. But neither of us can take another round, little Raven.”
Her answering giggle made my chest ache. “Raven? Is that what you’ve decided on?”
My lips curled up into a smile as I looked down at her. I wanted this. I wanted her.
“I think it’s as good a name as any.” I pressed my lips to hers, once, twice, three times. “Ravenous Raven.”