Chapter 18 Rae #3
He took a second to lay the checkbook down on the surface of the kitchen counter, filled in what he needed to, then ripped out the singular check.
“Why are you giving this to me?” I repeated.
“For the care box, and gas…” he said with a small secretive smile, walking my way. He was being sweet, and it was difficult not to feel swayed by his kindness, especially after seeing my mother’s tears earlier.
I smiled, gently taking the check from him. “Thank you, this means a lot.”
“This time things went a little smoother. That’s a good sign, right?” He laughed, standing too close to me.
I laughed, shaking my head. “I guess, if you—”
Suddenly his lips were on mine, his hand cupping the back of my neck while his other went to my hip, nudging me in the direction of the kitchen.
All the emotions from the lunch and having him hold me erupted from my chest, compelling me to kiss him back. I was hungry, desperate for his touch and the feel of his lips against mine. My hands went up his bare chest, feeling the taut muscles under my fingers.
“Rae,” he groaned, tugging my ponytail until my head tilted back, his lips slamming against mine once more.
The tension from my hair being pulled, and him devouring me, had me practically grinding against him.
His free hand moved down my front, hovering over the apex of my thighs.
We were against a wall, I think, as the palm of his hand landed against my pussy, still covered by leggings, but he didn’t seem to care as his fingers found a way to settle right where my thighs connected.
My eyes were shut, the sensations of having him touch me and fuck my mouth with his tongue almost more than I could handle.
He rubbed me through the fabric, kissing me, tugging my hair until suddenly my hips were lifted, my ass slammed on the counter, and Davis stepped in between my legs, spreading them wide.
Gripping the hair at the base of his neck, I brought him closer, kissing deeper, all while hating myself for how weak I’d become. I’d spent the last several days erasing my crush, only to have it all come rushing right back.
He kissed me so hard that I started to tip, and his hand came around my back, bracing me as he laid me on the counter. Within seconds he was hovering above me, his lips detached from mine.
“Tell me you’re not seeing that guy from the other night.”
My chest rose in heavy thuds as I processed his question.
Puckering my brow, I shook my head. “No…that wasn’t anything.
We never set up a second date or even kissed at the end of the night.
” With a bit of a rumble, he suddenly disappeared from view, and then there was suddenly a sharp tug on my leggings and the sound of fabric ripping.
“Hey!” I gasped, trying to close my legs, but his hands braced them, keeping them open.
I sat up on my elbows, peering down at him. “What are you—?”
The mischief in his gaze cut me off, and before I could utter another sound, his mouth was descending through the slit he’d just ripped in the center of my leggings.
“I need to taste you.”
My hands were back in his hair as his fingers forced my panties to the side and his tongue delved deep into my center. His groan was so fucking hot that it made my hips jut forward into the friction of his ministrations.
“God…yes,” I whimpered as he consumed me like a fucking meal.
The panties he had pushed aside were soaked as he flattened his tongue, swiping along my center and teasing the edges.
His eyes tipped up, meeting mine, and I wasn’t sure when or how we’d crossed this line, but I was too far gone to care.
Right as I was about to beg him to keep going, he stopped and pulled away, staying kneeled in front of me, his eyes right at the mess he’d made.
“Want me to stop?”
I hated him, and the smirk on his face and that small twinkle in his eye. But I also craved him.
“No.”
Under the bright rays of sunshine that his kitchen basked in, I watched as he used his pointer finger to touch my clit then drag it down my slit, making me hiss. “I don’t want to see you on any more dates.”
If he wanted me to beg, then fuck him. I was so wet and horny that I was going to die if he didn’t finish me.
“Fine,” I agreed irritably.
Another finger joined his first, both massaging. “Say it.”
With a huff, I muttered, “I won’t go on any more dates. Now please...” I gestured with my head toward my center.
“How do you want to come, Rae?”
I moaned, rocking my hips. “I honestly don’t care, just do it.”
That wasn’t true, though, I wouldn’t be ready for his cock to slip inside me.
He must have been done toying with me, because he removed his fingers, sucking them clean.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. I wish you could see this.
” His thumb tugged on the left side of my entrance, spreading me open, his eyes half lidded as he stared down at me.
“You’re glistening. I can see how badly you want me.
” His other hand came up, that thumb tugging on the opposite side of my pussy, and now I was just spread wide for him.
He made me squirm with how long he stared at me, his eyes devouring every inch of me.
“What are you…?” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “What are you thinking?”
Without removing his eyes or his thumbs, he replied, all husky and hungry. “I’m thinking what it will feel like to be inside of you, and how good it will feel when I’m filling you so completely that you won’t be able to speak—”
Those eyes heated, shifting from my center to my face. “Just scream.”
His words sent a shudder through me.
“Davis,” I whispered in a harsh tone, practically begging him to finish me.
“You need to finish, baby?” He flattened his tongue, slowly separating me with a delicate push. “Do you want to fuck my tongue and come apart?”
I could feel my wetness increase, and he wasn’t even touching me. Davis had a filthy mouth, and I was completely caught off guard by it.
“Yes,” I whispered.
He clicked his tongue. “I need to hear you say it.”
“Fuck you.”
“Not exactly. I’m looking for you to beg for me to fuck you, baby.”
“I am not your baby, or your anything,” I snapped, legs still spread, still desperate for him to return.
“No?” he challenged me, his eyes darting to my entrance, his tongue coming out to wet his lips.
“God! Fine!”
“Fine what?” He stroked over my clit, gently.
“Fine, whatever you want. Anything! Just please finish this,” I begged.
He practically attacked me, pushing my stomach down and throwing my left leg over his shoulder, delving so far inside me that I cried out.
He filled me with his tongue, pushing it deep inside then slowly bringing it out, swiping up over my clit and down my center, over and over. It was when he added three fingers while sucking on my clit that finally had me coming apart, screaming his name.
“That’s right, fuck.” He sat back, then he was back at my center, sucking my release into his mouth, watching me as I came down from my high.
Slowly, he pulled his fingers free, then made a show of licking my release with an enthusiastic groan.
“You taste so fucking good.”
I watched him as he stood and then smiled at me like the devil he was.
“Well, you can see yourself out, baby. I have to go jump in the shower and handle this situation”—he gestured to his erection, bulging through his shorts—“that you left me with.”
I had the sudden urge to follow him upstairs and see him undress and take him in my mouth.
“Unless you want to help me with it?” he asked, reading my mind.
Clinging to my pride, I shook my head and jumped off the counter, gripping the edge so I didn’t fall.
“I need to go.”
“I hope you have a change of clothes in the car.” He smirked again and walked toward the stairs.
Before he was out of eyesight, he dropped his shorts enough to pull the tip of his erection free and began stroking it.
He was fucking huge if that much was in his hand with the band of the shorts barely down.
I turned away, feeling my face heat, and darted for the door.