Chapter 19 Rae #3
Blushing, I lifted my hand, hesitating a moment before pushing past the awkwardness and grabbing his.
I reveled at how much bigger it was than mine as I tugged him behind me.
The house was quiet as we padded through the kitchen and down the hall, until he was walking into my room and shutting the door behind him.
Seeing him braced against my door, smiling at me with that mischievous grin, lit me on fire from the inside out. I blurted out the only word I could think of.
“Puzzles!”
He quirked a brow.
“Um…do you do them, or did you want to watch something?”
Finally, he peeled himself away from the door and slowly stalked toward me. “This is your bedroom—the one you had when you were a teen?”
He looked around at the walls, scanning the awards and ribbons I had hung up.
Internally I thanked myself for not having any photos of my teenage self anywhere, and that the box of him was gone now.
Seeing his tall frame next to my dresser was creating a tsunami of emotions.
He was a dream—a walking, talking dream—here in my room, looking at my things.
Nodding, I looked around with him. “Yeah.”
His strong fingers picked up one of my stuffed animals and inspected it.
“Did you ever get lucky in that bed?” He smirked at me, still slowly walking through my room, touching small pieces of my past. Each stroke might as well have been made into my skin.
“Uh…” Lucky? As in sex?
My expression crumpled. “No. I was a virgin until college.”
That made him freeze. He turned to face me, a dark brow raised. “Completely, as in you didn’t do anything at all until college?”
I swallowed the lump in my throat. How could I explain that I had been saving myself for him? I had honestly thought he’d kiss me that night in the library, maybe do more. I hadn’t had any interest in other boys…no one at all was in my world except for him.
To answer him, I merely shook my head. Words wouldn’t come. With two slow steps in my direction, I noticed he was moving me backward. The backs of my legs hit the mattress just as he paused in front of me.
“So, you were never touched under the covers?” His question grated against my skin, forcing goosebumps to erupt. He leaned closer, asking rhetorically at this point. He knew I hadn’t.
“You haven’t been kissed—or licked—under that flowery comforter?” He was whispering now, slowly leaning closer until his lips grazed my throat. I closed my eyes, my breathing coming in and out as jagged as a rusty saw.
He gently pressed a kiss to the side of my neck as he continued murmuring. “Never kissed or licked anyone else, while hoping your parents didn’t come home and catch you?”
I shook my head again and his hand came up to my waist, while his lips continued moving against my neck.
“What about you? Have you touched yourself under there, Rae?” His tongue flicked out, lapping at the shell of my ear.
“Have you rubbed your fingers through that perfect pussy, closing your eyes tight while you fucked your hand?”
Oh God. I was panting, my eyes slammed shut, picturing every filthy word. If only he knew how often I had done exactly what he’d depicted, while thinking of him.
“Yeah, I bet you’ve done that, haven’t you?” His hand lowered, until he was cupping me through my jeans. “You’ve left a creamy white stain on these sheets, fucking your fingers, haven’t you?”
He hummed, adding pressure to my center, making it throb. Then his hands were moving up my stomach until they curved around my breasts, protected by my bra. He seemed personally offended by this, as his thumbs rotated back and forth over my hardening nipples.
Tipping my head back and pushing my chest out, he tugged the padding down, exposing my breasts, while a low hiss left his mouth. Dipping his head, he moved his lips over the outline of my aching nipples.
“I want to see you do it, Rae,” he whispered, while his tongue lapped over the material concealing my skin. “Sit back on this floral comforter that you’ve had since you were a teenager and touch yourself. Let me watch you.”
My face was on fire as I processed his words, and how ironic they were in the grand scheme of our relationship. Not that he’d remember, but I had watched him, and now he was here in my room—talking dirty and asking to watch me. It made me so hot. I ached to do as he said.
I lifted my chin and stared up at him, wet my lips, and then gripped the edges of my shirt, pulling it over my head.
He seemed to grumble his agreement with a few muttered “fucks” and then he was helping me unhook my bra.
It slipped down my arms, falling to the carpet as our eyes stayed locked.
Without breaking that gaze, his thick fingers moved to the copper button of my jeans and worked them open.
I stood frozen as he smirked up at me, pulling the denim down my legs. Once at the apex of my thighs, he leaned forward and placed a kiss right over my panty-covered center. My fingers dug into his thick hair on instinct.
“Pink is my new favorite fucking color,” he said with a chuckle, carefully nipping at my clit. The sensation sent chills sweeping down my spine. I watched as his gaze stayed focused on the tight cotton barrier between us.
Breathing as though I just finished a marathon, I waited as he settled there, moving his lips over my pussy, seemingly unbothered that there was fabric separating him from my wet center.
He took his time, groaning as he leisurely licked the tiny section of skin not covered by my bikini-cut underwear.
Moving his head to the side, he nipped, this time at the edge of my panties, tugging them to the side.
“I should move this scrap of fabric” —he bit at my center again—“suck on your clit until you’re creaming these,” he added gruffly while pushing his nose along my slit.
His eyes closed and a look of pure devotion bloomed along the planes of his face.
“Then I should make you stay in them while you rub against my cock.”
I was so on edge that I would literally do anything to get relief. He groaned moments later as he moved from my center, and his fingers finished pushing my pants down, until I was stepping out of them.
“On the bed,” he ordered, falling back to his knees. The hungry look in his eyes was a soothing comfort to my anxious thoughts. I felt safe with him. Wanted.
So, I did as he said, keeping my eyes fixed on his.
“Fuck,” Davis whispered, finally flicking the button on his own jeans, and pulling his erection out.
It was as big as it was the last time I saw it.
Thick veins ran along the velvet expanse of his impressive length, and the immense, mushroom shaped head was weeping clear liquid while his eyes pierced the spot between my legs.
His shirt disappeared next, leaving his smooth, sculpted chest on display.
There were so many ridges and grooves I needed to trace, to taste.
I slid my fingers up and down the soaked fabric covering my center, feeling the wetness increase until finally I pushed a single digit inside.
I moaned as I added more fingers and they slid through my soaked folds. I tossed my head back as Davis muttered a few curse words. I knew his hand was moving vigorously over his shaft, because he kept hissing as the bed dipped, and he was inching closer.
“That’s it, Rae. You’re soaked, look at that.”
I opened my eyes and looked down. The wetness along my panties spread, and you could hear how aroused I was. My eyes bounced up and saw his engorged cock standing straight up; his left hand gripped the root of it, as he stood on his knees, angling closer to me.
His heavy erection pressed into my soaked underwear, and he pushed as though there wasn’t a barrier between us. Fuck, it almost felt like we were having sex. His dick prodded my entrance, and his sculpted chest hovered above mine, while his tongue lapped at my nipples.
“Have you ever dry fucked, Rae? Fucked with your clothes barely on?”
He moved his hips, pushing his cock further into me, but the panties still created a barrier of resistance. It made my hips buck forward, riding the friction and pressure it created.
“No,” I breathed, and he groaned.
How long would he last before just tearing the flimsy piece of fabric off? Already, it slid to the side, and I could feel the smooth feel of him against my sensitive lips.
“Oh my God, you’re there…you’re right there.” I looked down, seeing him angled in a way that looked like he was digging from the side to find a way in.
“Feels so good, shit. But we’re not fucking tonight…
you’re going to sit up, straddle me, and dry fuck me with your underwear on.
You’re going to ride my cock with this barrier between us, Rae.
Then I’m going to keep your underwear for the rest of my goddamn life.
Do you understand? No one else will ever get to see them. ”
I was gasping for air but nodded my understanding, and then he shifted us until he was sitting against my headboard, and I did exactly as he instructed.
I straddled him, pressing my knees into the bed as I adjusted to being spread open for him.
His sculpted jaw paired with that devious smile made my stomach flutter.
His eyes settled on mine while his hands landed on my hips.
“I like you here,” he breathed. “You fit perfectly.”
I smiled, rubbing my aching center against the base of his cock.
Looking down, his erection stood like a deliciously dangerous dare—taunting me.
When he gripped its girth with his fist, it almost seemed impossible not to give in and beg for him to impale me with it.
It was perfect, and still leaking clear liquid that I ached to lap up with my tongue.
Instead, I lifted my hips and rolled them, sloppy and fevered, against him. He grunted and groaned as I found my rhythm, and as I kept pace, the fabric continued to slip, allowing the slide of his silky length against my soaked center.