Chapter 2
Rainbow
Tobias Cartwright, my brother’s grumpy best friend, has me up against a wall with his very impressive erection pressing against my clit.
And I’m aroused. Really fucking aroused.
I wish I could blame it on my VCH piercing because, yeah, it definitely comes with some added benefits, like increased sensitivity.
But this is all him. The last person I expected to see standing in the kitchen was Tobias, looking like something I would very much like to eat.
I groan, unable to stop myself.
He’s striking, masculine. His face defined by a strong, chiselled jawline, high cheekbones, and thick brows that arch as he stares at me with his russet-brown, almond-shaped eyes.
Something about the intense way he’s staring at me has my heart racing in anticipation.
My hand moves up the back of his neck, my fingers sliding into his short dark hair, where I give it a soft tug as I roll my hips.
I know someone like him would never go for someone like me. Not like that anyway, but I can pretend. At least until he comes back to his senses, right?
He leans in, his tongue flicking out against my exposed shoulder, and I tilt my head to the side. His lips trace a path along my neck, stopping just below my ear, his warm, soft mouth, a contrast to his stubble that tickles my skin, making me shiver.
“Tobias,” I whisper his name as a plea, my voice hoarse.
He thrusts up into me as I tighten my legs around his waist. His hands squeeze my arse cheeks as he begins to move against me, his mouth sucking on my sensitive flesh.
My lips part, and I squeeze my eyes closed. Every roll of his hips has me closer to self-combusting.
“How is it possible for someone to taste so sweet but feel like sin?” he murmurs against my throat, one of his hands sliding up underneath my t-shirt until he’s palming my breast. My very bare breast.
“I don’t know,” I reply, not even sure if it was a question. Not for me, at least. “I’m so close,” I admit as I practically dry hump him, the friction so, so good.
“Fuck it,” he growls, his voice a rich baritone.
His hands move to my hips as he steps back, lifting me away from him, my feet meeting the floor. A pathetic sound escapes me, but it’s short-lived when he drops to his knees, hooking one of my legs over his shoulder.
I reach out, gripping his other shoulder to keep my balance as he pushes my t-shirt up to my waist. He’s now eye level with my pussy, and the insecure part of me that wants to hide from him comes to the surface.
But I don’t have time to let those insecurities take over when his gravelly voice interrupts my thoughts.
“Naked! You’re killing me, sweet cheeks,” he says on a guttural moan. “And you’re fucking pierced.” He moves in for a closer inspection, my entire body heating from the inside out as he flicks out his tongue, connecting with my clit, and I let out a deep wanton groan.
For some reason, I always thought he would be more of a vanilla kind of guy when it came to sexual encounters.
And that’s only because he’s always so straight-faced, reserved.
Except that has not stopped me from imagining otherwise.
Still, he’s quickly proving my assumptions wrong because, fuck, his mouth—his tongue—is an exquisite type of erotic torture.
My leg trembles. It actually fucking trembles as he continues to eat me out. When the tip of his finger nudges at my entrance before hooking inside me and finding my G-spot with full-on accuracy, I can’t help my body’s reaction as I arch my back, needing more.
He quickly adds a second finger, all while his mouth and that wicked tongue have me climbing higher and higher towards an orgasm.
One that I’m almost terrified will be ripped away from me.
There aren’t many people who can actually get me off, and definitely not like this.
I should know, I’ve had my fair share of sexual relationships.
It’s one of the main reasons I got my clit pierced.
I just felt like I never quite got there, not properly anyway.
But Tobias, wow. Just. Fucking. Wow!
“Tobias, please don’t stop,” I moan, grabbing a fistful of his soft, silky hair and tugging hard.
His mouth leaves my mound, making me tense, because why the hell has he stopped? I usually pride myself on being a lover, not a fighter, but right now I’ll fight him to keep chasing that high, to get myself off.
I actually let out a cross between a whine and a growl as I stare down at him. He looks up, his eyes darkening with deep intensity as he stares back at me, his mouth glistening, his lips forming the most devilish smile.
“Then come for me, sweet cheeks. Fucking soak me,” he says, followed by a soft slap vibrating off my clit.
I cry out.
Oh my fucking God!
The intensity from both his words and the action would have had me falling to the floor if it wasn’t for the fact that he’s holding me up against the wall, his hand still gripping tight to my leg that’s slung over his shoulder.
His mouth is back on me before I can even catch my breath.
The way his fingers are hooked inside my tightening channel, finger fucking me perfectly, has me chanting his name like a sacred prayer. And holy fucking hell, the mouth on this man.
Every sensation with him is just so fucking intense. Who knew he had skills like this? Fuck me.
I’m no longer in control of my body; he is. With every come-hither motion of his expert fingers, every flick of his tongue, I am completely at his mercy.
There’s only him and me in this moment, and the intense sexual gratification this man is evoking from me.
The air around me is thick, making it harder for me to draw in a deep breath. I’m panting as the tension builds, my heart rate racing until I reach the point of no return, resulting in a sudden release of pressure and extreme pleasure.
“Oh, oh, yes Tobias! Right, there, fuck.”
My cheeks burn, wet heat soaking him as my greedy pussy clamps around his fingers, my orgasm crashing through my entire body.
Bright light flashes behind my eyes as I blink, the room around me coming back into focus.
I can barely hold myself up, but Tobias still has his thick fingers milking the last of my orgasm from my pulsing channel. It becomes too much, so I push on his shoulder.
He looks up at me, and I stare back unabashedly. His light facial hair enhances the beautiful contrast of his chiselled face. This man is indeed beautiful.
He slowly removes his fingers from my pussy, the sound wet and unforgiving in the openness of the kitchen.
He’s insatiable with the way he raises his fingers to his lips, sucking them into his mouth.
I can’t look away. There’s something enthralling about watching as he licks his fingers clean, all the while my pussy is still on full display and twitching from the aftermath of my orgasm.
“Delicious,” he says, wiping his chin with the back of his hand.
I begin to come back to my senses and lower my leg, and dare I say my legs do indeed feel weak.
He stands to his full height, which is well over six feet tall.
He’s always been so robust and athletic, whereas I couldn’t be more opposite.
I’m taller than most at five foot seven, with a full figure, and the only thing you’ll ever catch me running for is an ice-cream van.
And yet here we are with him staring down at me like he’s deciding all the ways he wants to ruin me.