Chapter 51 Rage
Rage
Iwant her.
No. I need her.
With the taste of that cake still on my tongue, Mirabelle leads me to the bathroom.
The other guys flash me knowing smiles.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get over how big this bathroom is!” Mirabelle says, flashing me a bright smile over her shoulder as she shuts the bathroom door behind us.
I don’t care about the bathroom.
I care about her.
I step forward, pressing her against the door.
“Hi,” she breathes out.
I answer her with a kiss, leaning down and pressing my lips against hers. She lets out a little gasp that goes straight to my cock.
I was so hard the entire meal. Even now, I’m still throbbing behind my boxers and sweatpants.
I grip her thighs and lift her, pinning her between my body and the door. I can feel the warmth of her core pressing against me through her leggings.
I swear I can scent her slick, too.
“Oh my God,” she gasps, wrapping her legs around me, shifting her hips and grinding herself down against me.
I kiss her again, this time, getting a better angle. My tongue dives into her mouth, dancing with hers.
With every needy whimper and soft gasp, I throb against her. I wonder if she can feel it through our clothes.
We’re both wearing far too many.
Mirabelle seems to think the same because she shoves at my t-shirt.
“Off,” she commands. It’s adorable, the way she’s ordering me around.
But still, I whip off my t-shirt.
She tries to do the same, but with her pinned against the wall, she’s struggles to get it off. Instead, she tangles her arms in the fabric.
“Ugh! I want my clothes off!” She grumbles, shifting her weight.
I set her down gently. Without her being pinned between me and the door, she’s able to take off her shirt, leaving it on a puddle on the bathroom floor.
She stands there, blinking up at me in her bra and black leggings.
I can’t take it anymore.
There’s just something about her scent... It’s almost like it’s extra sweet right now.
My hands clench into fists by my side as I try to fight the urge to tear off all her clothes.
“What’s going on, Rage?” She whispers, her brows drawn down in concern. “You can tell me.”
“I... want you.”
My words hang between us.
“Then take me,” she says, smiling up at me like that’s the simplest solution. “I’m yours.”
That’s all the permission I need before I’m lifting her up in my arms again. I seat her on the edge of the counter, gripping her hips.
She leans back on her elbows as she looks up at me. Her cheeks are flushed.
“I think it’s so cool how strong you are.”
Her words send a thrill of pride through me. I’m glad she likes that part of me. I’m glad she doesn’t find me scary.
I grip her hips and tug her to the edge of the counter, falling to my knees.
Ash and I spoke about this.
Well, Ash talked and I listened.
One day, when he had Mirabelle’s scent all over him, I couldn’t take it anymore. I asked him what I should do if I ever had the opportunity to.
Now’s the time to put his advice to the test.
“Safeword... if you don’t like something,” I say, looking up at her from between her legs.
Her blush has extended from her cheeks, down to her neck.
“Okay,” she breathes out.
I lean forward and press an open-mouthed kiss between her legs. I take a deep inhale.
Fuck.
If I could choose a place to die, it would be right here.
I lay a few more open-mouthed kisses against her, through her leggings, enjoying the way her body begs for more.
She squirms, her hips shifting.
“More?” I growl.
“Yes,” she pants. “Rage, please.”
My name on her lips makes a growl of satisfaction vibrate through my chest.
I grip the waistband of her leggings. It takes everything I have in me to not move. To wait and see her reaction.
“Green,” she says. “I want this, Rage. So badly it—it hurts.”
The growl vibrating through my chest turns darker at the mention of her being in pain.
I practically rip her leggings down her legs, taking her underwear with it.
She lets out a sharp gasp, so I pause. Watching. Waiting.
But she doesn’t use her safe word.
And then she spreads her hips open ever so slightly. And I see a glimpse of heaven.
My large, calloused hands move to her thighs and spread her open for me further. With me kneeling and her on the counter, all of her is right at eye level.
I’m awestruck.
I reach forward, taking my thumbs and spreading apart her flesh.
She lets out a whimper and I freeze, holding her open.
“You—you’re doing an awful lot of looking,” she says, pressing the back of her hand to her mouth.
The flush across her cheeks has extended to her ears.
“You’re... embarrassed,” I say, noting my observation. Her ears always turn red when she’s embarrassed.
“I mean, a little.”’
“Why?”
“I don’t know, it’s just embarrassing. What if you don’t like what you see? That would—“
“No,” I say, interrupting her. My gaze is drawn back to the glistening flesh between her thighs, flushed even more pink than her cheeks. “I like.”
“You do?”
“A lot,” I nod.
She lets out a shaky breath.
“I’m—I’m glad. Are you just... going to look?”
“No,” I say through gritted teeth.
“You can do it,” she says, running her hands through my long hair, her nails scraping against my scalp. “You don’t have to worry about—“
That’s all I needed to hear.
I press forward, the flat of my tongue licking up the entire length of her slit.
She tastes divine.
Even better than the cake.
I have no idea how I’ve spent my entire life without the taste of her on my tongue.
“Oh my God!” She gasps, her hands gripping my hair.
A gush of slick meets my tongue as I return for another lick.
“Mine,” I growl, my hands coming up to grip her thighs and the bottom of her ass, pulling her to the edge of the counter so I have a better angle.
“Please, Rage, I need—I need more,” she whines, shifting her hips up and into my face.
Ash’s advice from when I asked him what to do flashes through my brain.
“First, go in with your tongue. Then use your fingers plus your tongue on her clit. The magic happens when you just watch her body to see what she likes. Even if she doesn’t tell you with words, if you look, you’ll know.”
She seems to like what I’ve been doing so far, but I trust Ash’s advice.
He knows so much more about this than I do.
I reach forward, dragging two of my thick fingers through her slick and pressing against her entrance.
“Show me...”
“Show you?” She asks, her chest heaving as she blinks down in confusion.
“Your clit.”
Her ears flush with her embarrassment.
“You—you want me to show you?” She squeaks out. “Do you—have you never—“
“I haven’t,” I say, my jaw working as I stare at her intently.
“Never?”
Instead of the judgment or disgust on her face, she honestly seems surprised.
“That’s okay,” she says, offering me a reassuring smile. “Here.”
Her hand trails its way down her body, pressing against her lower stomach before her fingertips swirl around the apex of her slit, around a little nub of flesh.
I offer a nod of understanding.
It’s the only warning she gets before I’m pushing my fingers inside her pussy and pressing a hot, wet, open-mouthed kiss onto her clit.
Her head falls back against the mirror with a thud.
A strangled whine leaves her chest as I suck her clit into my mouth.
Ah, so that’s what Ash was talking about.
I continue pumping my fingers in and out of her, matching the rhythm to the movements of my mouth.
She makes this noise at the back of her throat, halfway between a moan and a whimper, whenever I curl my fingers a certain way. I’m so soaked in her slick and perfume that it’s hard to tell the difference between when she likes something and doesn’t, so I focus on the noises she’s making.
The noises simultaneously have me throbbing in my sweatpants.
I’ve never been this hard before.
Ever.
I thought I was as hard as I could get with her wiggling on my lap while we were eating cake.
I was wrong.
Eating her is so much better.
“Yes, yes, yes! Oh my God, I’m—I’m going to—“
Her hands clench into fists, tangling in my hair. My scalp burns, but I don’t care.
Her thighs clamp around my head. Her pussy clamps around my fingers. Her clit throbs in my mouth.
And she falls apart.
All the muscles in her body lock up.
I just hold her.
When her body slumps like she can’t hold her own weight, I scoop her up into my arms.
“Oh wow,” she breathes out, pressing her face into the crook of my neck.
Her flushed naked skin against mine makes my skin feel like it’s buzzing.
“I need...” I don’t even recognize my own voice. My pulse is roaring through my veins.
It’s honestly a little scary.
It feels like the drugs.
“You need what?” She murmurs, blinking up at me.
Her bright green eyes dart between mine. She’s always had a way of knowing what I’m thinking.
“You need me.” She says it like it’s obvious. Is it that obvious? Maybe. Probably. I don’t know. I also don’t know if I care.
“Yes,” I growl.
“Then take me,” she says.
She reaches behind her back, unclipping her bra and letting it fall to the floor. It joins the rest of her clothes.
“How do you want me? I can—“
I don’t even give her a chance to finish her sentence. I’m hefting her up into my arms as I stand, pinning her back against the wall of the bathroom.
“Need,” I growl, tugging down the waistband of my sweatpants and boxers, impatiently pressing forward.
Her eyes go wide as I press my cock against her slick folds.
“You’re huge—“ She squeaks.
Her nails dig into my shoulders as I press forward. My wide hips spread her thighs open. She’s pinned between me and the wall, held up by my cock sliding inside her pussy.
Fuck.
She’s so soft. And wet. She envelops me completely.
I’ve only ever used my hand. I don’t think I can ever use my hand again.
Nothing can compare to this. To her. Nothing ever will.
“Oh God,” she moans, baring her neck to me as I work her down onto my cock. “Please, Rage, I need—I need—“
My hands dig into the globes of her ass and I work her up and down my cock.
“Mine,” I growl. It’s like my vocabulary has completely disappeared. That’s the only word I can say.
“Yes. Yes, I’m yours. Completely yours—fuck—I’m yours, Rage,” she pants, her eyes heavy-lidded as she looks up at me.
I lean down and kiss her. It’s sloppy because I’m so focused on keeping her moving up and down on me, but she doesn’t seem to mind.
She moans into my mouth, her hips shifting with my movements.
My knot swells, teasing against her entrance with each downstroke.
She can tell.
Her moans change in pitch.
She likes that.
“Knot,” I growl, breaking the kiss and resting my forehead against hers.
Our breaths mingle. Her breath is my breath. Her pleasure is my pleasure. Her want is my want.
“Please,” she whimpers, grinding down on me as much as she can, pinned between me and the wall.
That single word is all I need.
With a roar, I thrust up into her, pulling her down onto my knot as she clamps around my cock.
I can feel every ripple, every pulse of her around me.
I’m nearly blinded by the intensity of sensation.
I have to brace one of my arms against the wall to keep myself steady.
I don’t know how long we stand like that, panting, catching our breaths.
“What—what are we supposed to do now?” Mirabelle asks, letting out a little huff of laughter.
I blink, gathering my thoughts.
She’s right.
We’re stuck like this until my knot goes down.
And with our size difference, there’s no way I can just set her down.
“Bath,” I murmur, brushing my lips against her forehead.
“Okay,” she says, smiling up at me.
I continue to grip her ass, holding her steady as I go to fill the tub.
When the water is ready, I do my best to carefully set us both inside without jostling her too much.
She lets out a deep, contented sigh as we settle into the water.
“Looks like we both fit!” She murmurs.
“Yes.”
“That was amazing, don’t you think?”
Her smile is so bright, so genuine. It makes any shadows of doubt disappear. They can’t exist in the presence of her light.
“You... liked it?”
“Liked it? I loved it! Now answer the question,” she says, her bottom lip poking out a little bit. “What did you think.”
“It was... everything.” I bury my face in the crook of her neck, needing to hide my face.
I have to fight the instinct to sink my teeth into her flesh, right next to the bond mark Griffin made.
Later.
Soon.
“Everything,” she breathes out, repeating my words. “Yeah, that’s a good way of putting it.”