Chapter 25
RAKE
I am so fucked.
Every guy’s first crush is on the girl next door, even if she isn’t exactly right next door.
She might be two houses down, a block over, or hell, even in the next town, but she’s the girl we grew up watching from a distance, hoping like hell she’d throw a glance our way.
If we’re lucky, she might smile at us. If we’re really, really lucky, she might even talk to us.
That wanting, that longing, is one of life’s great pains. You’ll do anything for this girl’s attention, even give away your freaking right arm.
And that innocent crush never really goes away. We might think it does as our tastes expand, and we meet women who’ll give us anything we want. But there’s always the unobtainable girl next door who’s somehow wickedly elusive and sexy as fuck without even trying.
That’s who I’m sitting next to right now. And it’s killing me. Petal Parker is fucking killing me. I mean, what chick makes fun of a guy’s hard-on?
But I’ll worry about that later, because right now, I’m on a mission. Ever since Petal slipped off her jeans to reveal red and white heart-covered cotton panties, I’ve found it hard to breathe.
I trail my lips down the side of her neck, unzipping the stupid hoodie she wears everywhere, pushing it down one shoulder for better access.
With my hands on either side of her face, I turn her to reach the other side of her neck, kissing and nipping every bit of her soft flesh I can get my mouth on.
I brush along her jawline, then return to her lips, the ones that were so pliant under me moments before. I pull back so I can look at her light brown eyes and, never having been this close to her, realize they have little specks in them.
“I want more,” she whispers, and all intelligent thought flees from my already blood-starved brain.
I could get lost for hours in this woman’s lips. She parts hers slightly, following my lead, and our tongues share this perfect rhythm, teasing and exploring.
I stand and, with her hand in mine, lead her to my bedroom, giving her time to bail if she feels the need. But she follows without hesitation, and while I know that what I really want to do is far from a done deal, I’m thinking maybe she likes me a little more than she’s let on.
I toss aside her hoodie and pull her T-shirt off over her head. She’s now standing there in her heart-covered panties and a blue bra, the set completely mismatched, and yet so fucking sexy I lose my breath. I crouch to remove her socks and pull my own shirt off.
She hooks her thumbs in the waistband of my sweats and eases them down an inch or two, looking from my stomach, to my face, and back, with a wickedly teasing expression. And thanks to this, my dick is rock hard and tenting the front of my pants.
“Somebody’s excited,” she sings.
“No fuck, Petal. Look what you do to me.”
Her gaze locks with mine, and wearing a little half smile, she palms my erection on the outside of my sweats, just smoothing over the head and then underneath, where she reaches between my legs to pass her hand over my aching sack.
Goddamn that feels good.
While she plays with me, I lower her bra straps off her shoulders and pull the fabric beneath her tits.
They’re rounder and fuller than I’d expected, with dark nipples that tighten up the moment I put my hands on them.
I knead them, watching her expression to see how hard she can take it, and when I pinch one nipple between my thumb and forefinger, her eyes flutter half-closed.
It wasn’t my plan to do this. Even when we had our ‘friends with benefits’ talk, I figured nothing would ever happen. Ours is a transactional relationship that will last for who knows how long, but it was always clear we weren’t really each other’s type.
Until now.
Watching her these past few days, and sitting next to her on the sofa tonight, began to change that, at least for me. The attraction was there and while it could be ignored if I tried really hard, the only one who’s going to stop this is her. If she chooses.
Because I sure as hell am not.
Pushing her onto my bed, I scoot her up to the top of the mattress so she has a pillow supporting her head. Kneeling next to her, I slide her panties down to her feet and toss them to the floor where our other clothes are scattered.
I look at her, from her long brown hair splaying across my pillow, to her round breasts, past her slim waist and bare pussy, to her toes which are, surprisingly, painted red.
It’s suddenly hot in my room, really blasted hot.
I jump to my feet and slip off my sweats and there we are, naked and looking at each other.
I get back on the bed and her legs spread to make room for me between them. My thumbs fly to her pussy lips, which I pry open to take in her most private parts. Putting her hands behind her legs, she bends her knees and places her feet flat on the bed, lifting her hips, asking for more.
I’d say we’re on the same page.
Pressing my shoulders against her thighs, I hold her open and lick her with long, leisurely strokes from clit to ass.
Her breath quickens as she shivers under me, and I lap at her hard little button, making circles around and flicking it until she moans out loud.
She tastes so goddamn good and smells even better.
“God, yes,” she breathes.
I look up at her and her head is swinging from one side to the other on the pillow, and she’s holding fistfuls of the sheets underneath. Her responsiveness, as she gets close, is driving me mad.
When I pull back, she gasps and lifts her head. “What are you doing?”
“Play with yourself, baby. I want to see how you make yourself come,” I say, scooting up between her legs so she can see me stroke myself.
Her mouth opens as she watches me palm my cock, stroking from root to head and back, spreading precum over my shaft. She smiles and her own hand flies to her clit, which she starts to rub, slowly at first, and then faster.
“Come on, baby. Come for me,” I groan.
“Oh fuck,” she moans.
With my free hand, I lean over her and cup one of her tits, squeezing it, pulling her nipple again.
I can’t tear my eyes from her. My own orgasm is close to exploding, but I want her to go first, I want to see her work her pussy into oblivion, and scream and shudder right here in front of me.
I want to fuck her too. I’d love nothing more than to slide my cock inside her glistening pussy, but I’ll save that for next time.
She tenses from head to toe and her lips part as she half-laughs, half-moans. Her sounds get louder and she works her pussy harder until her hips buck up so high I need to hold her down.
That’s when I give myself one last, hard stroke and lean over her so I can spurt on her pretty tummy.
“Oh fuck, that is good,” I groan.
Still shaking under me, she watches me come all over her with a satisfied sigh, and when I’m pretty sure I’ve shared my last drop, she runs a finger through my cum and brings it to her mouth, moaning with satisfaction.
Goddamn. What every man dreams of, a woman who likes his cum.
She smiles wickedly at me again and sits up, wiping the cum off her stomach with my sheets. She gets up, kisses my shoulder, and gathers her clothes. Just before she reaches my bedroom door, she turns back and looks at me.
“Good night, Rake,” she says, and I watch her incredible ass disappear as she pulls my bedroom door closed behind her, leaving me wondering what the hell just happened, and how I’m going to sleep on cum-coated sheets.