Chapter 33
PETAL
God help me.
I have no idea what I’m doing with this guy, this star athlete, this muscled hunk of man with curly red hair and dark blue eyes, who’s standing here, studying me, taking me in like I’m some sort of mystery.
I shouldn’t want him, and I doubt it will go anywhere that doesn’t lead to a whole bucket of pain, and yet I do.
It’s a starve to death without him, kind of want.
A dangerous kind of want. The sort that gets a woman in trouble.
Chases away common sense and leaves her making stupid decisions.
Yeah, this shit is dangerous.
And yet when he backs me up against the wall in my bedroom, I gasp. I swallow hard and my skin prickles, like someone’s running a feather over my heated flesh, just lightly enough to drive me crazy, but not hard enough to give me any satisfaction.
He runs one finger down the front of my blouse, stopping when he gets to my nipple, and makes little circles.
When I arch my back and lean into him, he does the same to my other breast, and pretty soon he’s driving me crazy playing with my tits on the outside of my blouse, leaving me shaking with anticipation.
With his gaze glued to mine, he reaches for the waistband of my jeans, sliding his fingertips into them just enough to tickle the sensitive flesh of my tummy.
Like a little beggar, I suck my stomach in to make more room, hoping he’ll reach all the way in and land in the hungry spot between my legs.
He doesn’t take the hint—or maybe he does, and ignoring my need is part of his plan.
Instead, he continues to drag his fingertips across my skin, back and forth until I explode in goosebumps, and my breath comes in gasps so short I can’t control them and I need to hold onto his shoulders to fight the dizziness.
“Are you teasing me?” I murmur.
He tilts his head. “Maybe,” he sing-songs. “Do you feel teased, Petal? Is there something you want that you’re not getting?”
He’s good. Very good.
“I… want more. I want you to touch me everywhere,” I breathe.
He presses his lips against my ear. “Good girl.” He grabs my jeans by the waistband and pulls me to him, hard, grinding his erection against me.
He’s so big.
“See what you do to me?” he whispers.
I nod, temporarily unable to speak.
He laughs and lets go of my jeans, moving to unbutton my blouse at an agonizingly slow pace, no doubt, to torment me.
And it’s working. By the time he pushes my shirt open and reveals my bare breasts, my core is aching, throbbing, and screaming for attention.
If he doesn’t take care of me soon, I’ll have to take over. Do it myself.
And I will if I need to.
I shake my blouse down my shoulders and let it fall to the floor while Rake goes to the waistband of my jeans, which he opens and slides down my hips. He pauses when he sees I’m not wearing anything underneath.
“No undies today?” he growls, crouching to help me out of my jeans.
“I… I need to do laundry. I’ve been kind of busy driving back and forth to your place.”
“You don’t need to do your own laundry, Petal. Betty can help with that.”
When I’m free of clothing, he kneels, level with my pussy, which he presses his face into, flicking his tongue in and out.
“Fuck, baby, you smell and taste so good.”
He places one of my feet on his shoulder, opening me wide, his fingers sliding through my slit. A surge of arousal slams me, and I have to grab the wall behind me to stay upright.
I’m close to exploding, so close.
He slides one finger inside me and then another. “Goddamn, you’re wet,” he says, pumping in and out.
I drop my head back and shift my hips into his hand for more friction, my small moans filling the room.
I want this. I need this.
“Oh God, Rake, I’m coming,” I murmur in a hoarse voice, grinding into his deep fingers.
He increases his speed and I feel my pussy grip. As I reach my peak, he plants his lips on my clit and draws it into his mouth, sucking.
He stops for a moment. “Tell me. Tell me what you want.”
“I… I want you to fuck me, Rake,” I beg.
I’m still coming when he bends me over the bed. He’s behind me taking off his clothes and while he is, I reach back to play with myself. I’m on the crest of a wave I don’t want to fall off, riding and soaring, heading for another orgasm that’s only moments away.
Rake positions his cock against my pussy and pops just his head inside.
I’m not used to his size, and I groan at the stretch.
He pulses until I’m ready for more, and as he enters me further, I push back against him, lifting one knee to the edge of the bed so I’m as open as possible.
I want him, all of him, and I’m going to take it all no matter how difficult.
“You’re tight, baby. Try to relax a little.”
“It’s okay, Rake. I can take it. I know I can.”
With his hand on the back of my neck, he presses me down into the bed and rams me, bottoming out. I’m pleased with myself for taking all of him and love that he can see himself driving in and out from his position behind me.
“Your pussy, baby, your pussy is so good. Goddamn, you’re gripping me with that tight little pussy and it looks so fucking good and feels so fucking good.”
“Harder, Rake, fuck me harder with that big cock,” I groan, struggling to speak with my face smashed into the bed.
I love this. I love it so much.
He hits me in just the right spot and brings a palm down on my ass cheek so hard I scream. I don’t know how he times it so perfectly, but I explode into another orgasm, shuddering from head to toe, my pussy milking his cock with subtle spasms.
He pounds me and pounds me like he’s lost and all he can think of is pleasure and release and coming, like there’s nothing else in the world at this moment except the two of us and our desperate, hungry rutting.
With a deafening roar, he plunges inside me one last time and holds himself there, emptying his cum, his body jolting and shuddering as he makes his last few thrusts.
He holds himself there, catching his breath, and when he finally does pull out, my pussy is empty and I feel sad for a moment that it’s over.
Like I’m light as a feather, he scoots me up on the bed and, grabbing the comforter, pulls it over us.
He wraps his arms around me from behind, one hand wandering over my heated skin, running from my thigh to my stomach and breasts, and back down my arm to start all over again.
His touch is soothing, full of care and tenderness.
I snuggle my head back against him and he kisses my ear. In a few seconds, his breath is deep and steady as he relaxes into sleep. I hold still, perfectly still, because I don’t want this moment to end, this sexy feeling of his protective worship.
If there are still reporters outside, and they’re wondering what and how we’re doing, they sure as hell know the truth now.
And I seriously doubt they’ll think there’s anything fake about what’s between the two of us.