Chapter Eighteen #2
I give a slight nod towards the couch, urging her to take a seat.
She glances at Scottie but quickly turns her focus back to me, sliding into one end of the couch.
I move closer. “No, sit in the middle, Raina.” Her brow furrows for a moment before she shifts to the center of the couch, now directly across from Scottie.
Perfect. I crack my neck and position myself right in front of her, leaning down to meet her gaze.
Her light green eyes search mine, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.
I clench my fists at my sides and lower myself, placing both hands on either side of her.
Just as she’s about to speak, I gently press my index finger to my lips, slowly shaking my head to signal her not to say anything.
She follows my cue. I take a moment to appreciate the view of her as she tilts her neck back to look up at me.
My tongue glides over my lip; this moment with her is one I know I’ll never forget.
I lean in, bringing my mouth close to her ear without actually touching her, ensuring that my breath softly caresses her skin.
“Can I touch you, Raina?” I whisper. A gasp escapes her lips, and I notice her slowly nodding her head in agreement.
A wicked grin spreads across my face as I reach my right hand to gently cradle her jaw.
My thumb slips under her chin, guiding her head to rest on the back of the couch.
I bring my mouth back to her ear, murmuring, “Good…now keep your eyes on me.” Leaning back slightly, our faces are just inches apart.
I take in the sight of her glistening lips before locking my gaze with hers.
She obeys, focusing solely on me. As I kneel down and run my hands along the fabric covering her thighs, she watches me with her full attention.
I hear Scottie shifting behind me, his voice dripping with disdain.
“What the hell is this?” he barks.
Without breaking my gaze from Raina, I tilt my head slightly in his direction.
“I’ll only say this once. If you so much as make a sound or try to get up and leave before I finish, I’ll make sure you leave here crawling from both of your eyes being swollen shut,” I growl, my voice low and dangerous.
Raina bites down on her bottom lip, but remains silent.
Rolling my shoulders, I brace myself for the sins I’m about to add to my list.
I run my hands back up her legs, gripping her thighs firmly before locking my fingers around the waistband of her beige scrubs.
I notice her glance down at my hands resting against her lower stomach, but she quickly catches herself.
Slowly, I begin to tug at her pants, her hands pressing firmly on either side of her.
My heart races in my chest as I draw back the fabric, revealing pink lace panties beneath.
I pause for a moment, licking my lips in anticipation.
I want to take my time and savor every detail, knowing I may never have the chance to touch her like this again.
It’s a difficult truth I must face, because I already sense that she will be a desire no one else can ever fulfill.
I gently slide her pants off her legs and feet, laying them on the floor beside us.
Gliding my fingertips up her smooth skin, I feel goosebumps rise with each touch.
I hook my finger under one side of her panties, pulling it back before letting it snap against her skin.
She gasps, yet remains still. I caress her golden skin, tracing my fingers along the delicate line where it meets the lace.
Her breathing quickens, and when I look into her eyes, I can see she understands how wrong this is, but there’s also a flicker of desire in her gaze. She craves this as much as I do.
I finally glide her panties down, my eyes light up, revealing her.
A breath falls from her mouth. It’s just as I imagined it to be.
Almost instantly, my mouth feels wet with saliva.
A slight groan vibrates in my throat as I take her in.
I can feel my dick growing in my pants, throbbing for attention.
I ignore it, focusing on what I’m about to do.
I grip the inside of her legs, spreading them further.
She doesn’t fight me, yet lets them fall apart.
Her pussy is already gleaming with want and desire.
I adjust myself, keeping her bare waist hidden behind my large frame.
I want Scottie to see her face, though; I want him to watch her come undone, calling out for me.
I position myself, placing my hands around her legs, my thumbs hooking onto her inner thigh.
My mouth is now not even an inch from her center.
I lick my lips before flicking my tongue along her clit.
She jerks a little at the sensation. I do it again, this time looking up at her through hooded eyes.
Her mouth has fallen completely open. I watch her long lashes flutter with each teasing flick of my tongue.
I pause for a moment, relishing in the sweet taste of her.
I grip her thighs tighter, digging my fingertips into her skin.
Her eyes are begging me to fuck her with my mouth.
I knew she had a naughty side to her, which makes me crave her more.
I add a little pressure with my tongue, pushing against her throbbing clit, while my lips gently suction around her center.
A moan escapes her, causing my dick to grow harder.
I remove my hands from her legs, placing them around her waist. I continue ravishing her with my tongue and mouth as I slide her down closer to the edge of the couch.
I remove my right hand from her waist, bringing it down between her legs, rubbing my thumb against her soaked entrance.
I take my left hand and slide it under her shirt, planting it firmly against her stomach.
I can feel her breathing hard, her stomach tensing.
“Just relax, Raina. I’m going to take good care of you,” I murmur.
In one motion, I slide my middle finger inside her.
She whimpers as I slide it back and forth, forming a slow, sensational rhythm.
Holy fuck, the feel of her around my finger makes me crazy.
The sensitivity from my scars is barely noticeable with the agonizing pleasure I’m feeling from this.
I bite down on my tongue, fighting the thoughts that circle through my mind.
Keep it together, Ezra. We have company.
It takes everything in me not to let go.
There are so many things I want to do to her right now.
Things I know would only complicate our situation further.
I push the urges aside and bury my face between her legs.
My tongue laps around her aching clit as my finger pumps in and out of her.
I look up at her as she’s biting down on her lips, trying to suppress the sounds begging to escape her mouth.
I want to hear her moan my name, and selfishly, I want him to hear it.
He will know by the end of this that he could never make her feel the way I can.
I suction my mouth onto her, swirling my tongue viciously.
I look her up, catching Raina’s head falling back onto the couch, but her eyes never leave me.
“Ezra!” she squeals. There it is. Scream my fucking name.
I pick up my speed, applying more pressure with my tongue as I slam my finger fully inside her.
Raina’s sweet moans fill the surrounding air.
She’s so close. I pull my finger out, continuing to devour her with my mouth.
I bring my hand up, running my soaked finger along her bottom lip.
She parts her mouth, letting her tongue run across the tip of my finger.
I can’t help but groan at the sight of it.
I ease it into her mouth, sliding it back and forth across her tongue. She has to know how good she tastes.
Raina wraps her plump lips around my finger and begins sucking on it as I slide it back and forth.
This. Fucking this. I can’t compose myself much longer.
I suck harder on her clit as she continues to suck and swirl her tongue around my finger.
She is struggling to keep her eyes open as her orgasm takes over her whole body.
Her moans are music to my ears, so needy, so fucking sexy.
Her body begins to jerk under my left palm.
She bites hard down on my finger, causing me to wince, but I keep feasting on her.
Bringing my hand back from her mouth, I place it on her neck, gripping gently.
“EZRA! Oh. My. God.” Her moans turn into panting, her head falls back as she rides out her orgasm.
As I slowly pull my mouth away, her back arches from the sensitivity.
She gazes at me as she catches her breath.
Her updo is a mess, and I can tell she is exhausted.
Seeing her this way, though, she’s perfect.
I rub my thumb over my mouth, wiping her sweet evidence away.
I glance at my thumb before running it across my tongue.
I close my eyes, savoring the taste of Raina Adele Hope.
She still hasn’t taken her eyes from me.
Her expression is now unreadable. I’m sure she hates me now for doing this in the way I did.
I pick up her panties, carefully placing each foot in, and doing the same with her pants, ensuring Scottie doesn’t see her bare.
I then quickly adjust my dick in my jeans and stand.
I turn to face Scottie. Sweat is dripping down his temples, and he looks like shit.
His expression reads something between what the fuck just happened and I want to kill this guy. It’s valid.
I glance towards the door, signaling for him to get up and leave.
He snarls at me, but quickly stands and strides to the door.
He hesitates for a moment, casting a glance back at Raina, but she simply stares ahead, pulling her legs up to her chest. He shakes his head and keeps moving.
I fall in step behind him. Once he’s outside, I call out, “So tell me, Scottie, did she ever cry out for you the way she did for me?” I click my tongue as he shoots me a glare.
“Just imagine if I had used my dick instead.”
He scoffs loudly. “You’re a sick fuck,” he sneers.
I shrug off his insult. “I’ve called myself worse. Bye, dipshit.” With that, I slam the door in his face and head back to the living room.
Raina sits quietly in the same spot, and I can’t help but wonder what’s going through her mind.
But I know that diving into that conversation now would be a mistake.
I pull out my phone to check the time, realizing it’s already after 10:00.
Taking a deep breath, I approach her. As I run my fingers through my hair, I say, “I should probably be going.”
She bites her lip and finally glances up at me. For a brief moment, I feel like I’ve hurt her with my words, but she quickly hides it. Clearing her throat, she asks, “Aren’t we going to talk about what just happened?”
I was expecting that question. I may not know Raina completely, but I do know she’s direct about her feelings and wants answers.
It pains me to disappoint her, but I simply can’t give her what she’s looking for.
I put up my defenses, keeping my expression neutral.
“It’s best if we don’t, Raina.” We lock eyes for a moment before she looks away, crossing her arms in disappointment.
I turn away to grab my jacket and put it on.
Just then, I hear meows coming from the hallway.
Fuck, the cat. I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths, then open them, staring at the door.
I should walk out, but I can’t bear to be so cold.
I’ve done enough damage already. I head towards the hallway.
When I reach the door, I slowly open it, and Mango steps out, rubbing against my legs and purring softly.
I pinch the bridge of my nose, feeling frustrated.
Leaning down, I scoop her up. She stays calm, nuzzling against my chest repeatedly.
I make my way back down the hallway and find Raina standing up. “What are you doing?” she asks.
“I’m taking the cat…isn’t that what you wanted?”
Her eyes brighten for a moment. “Oh…yeah...thank you,” she replies. I walk over toward the narrow hallway, and Raina follows closely behind. In the kitchen, she reaches for a bag hanging from a drawer. “Um, everything she needs is in here…food, a litter box, bowls,” she says.
I nod, taking the bag from her. We walk to the door in silence, and she opens it for me as I step outside. I pause and look back at her. “Raina.”
She leans against the door, her gaze fixed on the floor. “Scottie was right. I’m no good for you. Neither of us is.”
She looks up and offers a tight smile before looking down again.
“I’ll let you know when I figure something out for Mango.
” With that, she quickly shuts the door.
For a moment, I lean my head against it, listening to her faint footsteps fade away.
What am I doing? How am I supposed to get her out of my mind now?
I was managing okay until tonight. Now that I’ve had a taste of her, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to satisfy my hunger.
I glance down at the small cat cradled in my arms. Now I’m cat-sitting.
Scottie spoke multiple truths tonight: I am fucked up in the head.