10. No Brakes #2
His grin comes back. “Please.”
I close the distance and hook my fingers into the waistband. He’s already hard enough that getting them down takes a little maneuvering, and when I finally free him, I stop for a second.
Rafe notices.
“Oh, now who’s recalculating?”
“Shut up.”
“No, no. Take your time.”
“You’re so annoying.”
“And yet.”
He’s thick, hard, already leaking at the tip, and the sight of him sends a pulse of heat straight between my legs. I run my hand over him once, and his grin disappears, so I do it again, slower, feeling him harden even more against my palm.
“You were saying?”
“Nothing,” he says immediately. “I’ve never spoken before in my life.”
I laugh and push him backward onto the bed.
“Whoa there, baby. Where’s the fire?”
“I need you inside my mouth as soon as possible.”
His eyebrows go up.
“There’s no time like the present.”
“That so?”
I crawl between his legs. “Trust the process.”
“Oh, now you like that—”
I spit into my palm, wrap my hand around him, and stroke, and the laugh dies as his head drops back against the mattress.
“Fuck.”
I lean forward and drag my tongue around the head, slow enough to taste him before taking him into my mouth. His hips jerk.
“Jesus, Lo.”
I smile around him, which earns me another curse.
My hand stays wrapped around his base while my mouth works the rest of him, tongue flattening underneath as I take him deeper. His breathing changes, and his hand touches the back of my head and stops, not gripping, waiting, until I look up, meet his eyes, and nod.
His fingers slide into my hair. The grip is firm when he gathers it into his fist, but he doesn’t move me until I lower my mouth again, and then he guides me slowly at first, his hips beginning to meet me as I loosen my jaw enough to take him.
“Fuck. Right there, baby.”
I moan around him. His hand tightens, and when he thrusts deeper my eyes water immediately.
He slows.
I grab his thigh before he can pull back and breathe through my nose, looking up at him.
“You good?”
I nod and suck him back into my mouth.
“Fucking hell.”
This time when his hips lift, I’m ready, and he fucks my mouth harder, the rhythm rough enough to make saliva slip past my lips and down my chin. Tears burn at the corners of my eyes when he hits too deep, but his hand stays in my hair instead of forcing me farther than I’m taking him.
I keep one hand on his thigh as my signal, and his eyes keep dropping to it. Every time my fingers tighten, he checks his pace, and every time I relax, he gives me more.
The control in it makes the roughness hotter.
“Look at you,” he groans. “You wanted this shit bad, huh?”
I can’t answer, so I take him deeper instead, and his whole body goes tight.
“Fuck, Lo.”
When I finally pull off, I’m coughing and laughing at the same time, chin wet, eyes watering, and Rafe looks completely wrecked.
“You look smug.”
“I earned smug.”
He sits up. “My turn.”
I make a face. “Aw. I wasn’t finished yet.”
“Good.” He catches me around the waist. “Means there’s more where that came from.”
I yelp as he drags me farther up the bed, then drops back against the pillow.
“Sit on my face, baby.”
I stare at him, and his grin widens. “Don’t suddenly get shy on me.”
“I’m not shy.”
“Then prove it.”
Asshole.
I climb over him, his hands closing around my hips as I settle a knee on either side of his head and hover for half a second.
“Lo.”
“What?”
“Sit.”
“That is a terrible angle for giving orders.”
“Sit.”
I lower myself, and he pulls me the rest of the way down. The first drag of his tongue makes me yelp.
“Mmm.” His grip tightens on my hips. “You smell like heaven, Lo.” Then, quieter against me: “Mine.”
The smelling-like-heaven part isn’t what should scare me.
The mine is. A few nights ago, another man fucked me like claiming me was the point, and before that, Ash stopped one inch short of finding out what either of us would’ve done if he kissed me.
Now Rafe says mine like the word belongs in his mouth too, and it doesn’t scare me nearly as much as it should.
Then his tongue circles my clit and I stop having the brainpower to worry about what that means.
“Fuck.”
He does it again, slow circles first, then faster, then the flat drag of his tongue through me before he closes his mouth around my clit and sucks. My hands hit the headboard.
“Rafe.”
He hums, and the vibration tears through me.
“Oh my God.”
His fingers dig into my hips, holding me exactly where he wants me. When I try to lift away because it’s too intense, he follows.
“You’re evil.”
His laugh vibrates against me, and then two fingers press at my entrance.
I jerk, and he pauses.
I look down at him. “Don’t you dare stop.”
His eyes flash, and the fingers slide inside. When he curls them, I almost fold in half.
Apparently whoever came before me taught this man everything they knew and possibly left him written instructions, because he finds the spot inside me with humiliating efficiency.
His tongue stays on my clit while his fingers work me from underneath, and my hips start moving on their own until I stop trying to control them and ride his mouth, actually ride it, every grind down earning more pressure and every lift dragging his fingers exactly where they make me forget I’m supposed to have dignity.
“Rafe. Oh fuck. Fuck, I’m close.”
He hums again.
“Keep going. Please.”
I’m usually allergic to begging, but apparently tonight has exceptions.
His fingers move faster and his mouth locks onto my clit, and that’s it. I grab his hair with both hands and come hard enough that my thighs clamp around his head, the orgasm hitting in waves that drag one sound after another out of me while I grind helplessly against his mouth.
Rafe doesn’t let up until I’m shaking, then slows, one final stroke followed by another, until I loosen my grip and realize I’m breathing like I ran here instead of riding on the back of a motorcycle.
His hands steady my hips while I move off him.
“Fuck,” I manage. “That was so good.”
“You’re telling me.” He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, looking entirely too satisfied with himself.
“You sly bastard. You sure know how to make a girl have a great time.”
“Oh, Lo baby.” He catches my waist and slides me down his torso until I’m straddling his hips, his cock hard and hot against the inside of my thigh. “We’re just getting started.”
I kiss him before he can say anything else, tasting myself on his mouth, and lick across his lower lip and then deeper when he opens for me.
Rafe groans, his hands sliding down my back to grab my ass and pull me against him, his cock dragging between us until I reach down and wrap my hand around him.
His mouth breaks from mine.
“Oh.”
I drag him through the wetness between my thighs twice, and he exhales through his teeth.
“That what we’re doing?”
“I thought you liked experiences.”
His grin is immediate.
I line the head of him up against me. “This one’s an experience.”
Then I sink down slowly, stopping halfway when the stretch catches. Rafe’s hands settle on my hips without pushing.
“You good?”
“Yeah.”
I take the rest of him a little at a time until I’m sitting flush against him and both of us are breathing harder.
“Fuck, Lo.”
I shift experimentally, feel the way his body reacts beneath me, and repeat the movement until I find the angle I want.
“My turn,” I tell him. “Enjoy the ride. You know about those, don’t you, rebel?”
His eyes open. “Look at you stealing all my material.”
“Shut up.”