Chapter 10 Rooftops and Shadows #3
“I enjoyed myself. I rarely regret anything I enjoy if it doesn't have any negative impact on the rest of my life. You being gone would mean what we did no longer affects the rest of my life.”
“And should it happen again?” He lowered his voice. “That thing we did.”
“It's not going to.” I squinted at him.
“Right.” He took a half step forward, closing the space between us.
“What are you doing?” I looked down at his feet.
“You just said you don’t regret it. It wasn’t a mistake.”
“And?” I asked, breath catching in my throat.
“You enjoyed it.” His voice was low, seductive. “You enjoyed me.”
“So?” I tried to sound indifferent, but my voice shook, and I knew I failed.
“Are you saying you don’t want to?” The corners of his lips lifted. “Fine, I’ll go.”
Raymond turned to leave.
“Wait.” I stopped him.
“I knew it.” He turned back to me with a devious grin.
“When are you going to sign the papers?” I raised a brow, knowing I’d caught him off guard. “I want to make sure everything is done before you disappear.”
“Wow, okay. Fine. I’ll have my attorney send you everything you need tomorrow.” He held his hands up as he stepped back from me. “It was nice to know you, Ms. Brown.”
Raymond turned and walked back toward the door.
I could have let him leave, and I probably should have, but once again, passion overwrote resolve.
I ran after him, grabbed his arm, and pulled him back to me.
We paused for a moment, our eyes locking before I reached around his neck and pulled his lips to mine.
Raymond leaned into the kiss, quickly feeding his own desire. His arms snaked around me, and he lifted me into his hold as the kiss deepened. But then he stopped, ripped his lips away from mine, and put me down.
I watched him carefully as he caught his breath, eyes dark and locked on me. “I told you not to play with me. If you do this…”
I reached up, putting my finger on his lips to stop him from talking.
“Don’t play with me,” he muttered beneath my finger.
With confidence and surety, I moved my hand from his face and reached down to grab his dick. Beneath the fabric, Raymond grew. “Who said I’m playing?”
He kissed me again, this time controlling the action as he backed me up across the rooftop. He kept going until the railing hit my back, and I gasped. His hands were there, gripping the rail by my sides in an unspoken promise of my safety. He wouldn’t let me fall.
“Let’s make this view even better,” Raymond spoke against my lips before he pulled away. With one hand, he spun me around and pressed my stomach up against the rail.
Then, before I could speak, he unbuttoned my shirt and let the fabric fall open.
The cold bar sent a chill through me as my stomach pressed against it.
Raymond’s hands were like fire in comparison to the cold air.
He palmed my breasts through my bra and moaned as my nipples hardened beneath the lace.
“What happened to the armored bra?” He bit my neck. “Were you hoping this would happen?”
“Shut up,” I moaned as he continued to play with my nipples. I tried to push off the rail and turn on him, but he stopped me.
“What are you doing?” I asked. “Let me—”
“Not this time.” He put his hand over my mouth to stop me from talking. “Ms. Brown, always in control. This time, you submit to me.”
Mouth still covered, I felt him undo my pants and then slide them down along with my panties, just far enough to gain access to me. His hand slipped from my mouth to the back of my neck as he pushed me forward and, with a deep growl, slipped his dick inside me.
I gripped the rail, holding on as Raymond took me from behind. He pounded into me, and I bit my lip, trying to stop from screaming. I couldn’t be sure it wouldn’t call attention to us. He lifted me, and I arched my back as he continued to fuck me and grab my tits.
“Damn, I love your breasts.” He held them like handles, controlling the ride as he fucked me.
Then, as if he hadn’t done enough, he slipped his hand between my legs to play with my clit.
“Oh God,” I moaned.
“Remember what I said.” He grunted in my ear as we both came closer to our finish. “There’s no going back.”
“Oh.” I gripped the railing so hard, my knuckles burned.
“Say it, Jericha.” He bit my shoulder then licked my neck like he was claiming his territory. “I want to hear you.”
“I remember,” I gasped.
He slid out of me until his head teased my opening then slammed back into me again. “What do you remember?”
I pushed back, urging him to do it again. “There’s no going back.”
“This pussy is mine now. Don’t you ever forget that.” Raymond smacked my ass and growled before picking up the pace. He fucked me faster, holding until I came, and then he pulled out, turned me around, and made me watch him finish.
With one hand on my tit and the other stroking his dick, Raymond shot his load on the ground. I should have known he was dangerous when I looked down at his orgasm splattered across the concrete roof and thought, Damn, what a waste!