Chapter Twenty-Four #2
I head straight for my bedroom, letting her down at the bottom of the bed.
She stands in front of me, dropping her purse and craning her neck to look up at me.
She immediately pulls her boots off, and I do the same as she reaches for the shoulders of her dress to pull it down.
“No,” I demand. She pauses, her hands grasping the fabric.
“Let me do it.” She listens, placing her hands back at her sides.
I step forward, looking her up and down.
First, I reach for her hair tie, slowly pulling it out.
I watch as her wet, wavy strands fall around her shoulders and face.
I brush my fingers against her long bangs as they cling to her brows.
She breathes heavily, observing every touch I bestow upon her.
I glide my hands along her breast, my thumbs grazing the cool, wet fabric.
Her nipples are visibly hard underneath.
She bites her lip from the sensation, and I groan at the sight of it.
I grab her face, taking my thumb and pulling her lip from under her teeth.
She releases it as my thumb rubs along the inside of her pouty lip.
I move my hands to the fabric of her dress where it meets her shoulders, hooking my fingers underneath.
I slowly begin pulling it down, revealing her shoulders, then her collarbone.
My jaw tightens as her breasts peek from the fabric.
Beautiful. Fucking beautiful. My eyes catch on something right below them.
I pull the dress down further, and my eyes widen as I let the dress fall from her hips.
Right underneath her breast in the middle sits a tattoo.
A monarch butterfly.
I pause, staring at it. How? My mother flashes in my mind. “W-when did you get that?” I point toward the tattoo.
She takes her hand, running it along the butterfly wings. “On my 18th birthday…what’s wrong?” Concern laces her question.
I shake my head, combing my wet hair from my face.
“Nothing.” I focus back in, stepping closer to her and guiding her backward to the end of the bed.
Once the back of her legs hits the mattress, she slowly sits down on the edge.
I lean down, pressing my hand between her breasts, pushing her to lie back on the bed.
She lets me have control, guiding her where I want her to go.
I quickly grab under her legs and scoot her back on the bed.
She’s in nothing but her black, lace panties now.
Moments of me eating her out at her place flash through my mind as I slide them down her thighs and off her legs.
Her body is fucking delicious. Never did I think I’d let it get to this point…
seeing her so vulnerable and needy for me.
I step back, looking down at her. I glance over at the dresser with the small lamp that I keep on for Mango.
The light is dim. I breathe through my nose as I grab my damp shirt, pulling it over my head.
Raina’s eyes scan my broad shoulders and move along my body.
I know she’s identifying every scar I hold.
I push the thought away and unbutton my wet jeans, sliding them down along with my boxers.
My rock-hard dick springs from my boxers, showing how turned on I am by her lying naked in front of me.
I watch her mouth fall open as she takes in every inch of me.
“Does it intimidate you?” I rasp out.
She takes a moment to assess me, biting her lip as she does.
Her green, needy eyes finally meet mine.
“No,” she replies softly. “But I’m prepared to be stuck in this bed.
” Good answer, Raina. Because when I’m done, you will not want to move the rest of the night.
I wrap my hand around the base of my length, slowly stroking as I gaze down at her.
She doesn’t break her gaze from my movements, even as she runs her fingers down her collarbone, gripping her tits and squeezing them tenderly while lightly pinching her hard nipples.
I grip my dick harder at the sight of it.
She continues squeezing her left tit while trailing her right hand between them, past her butterfly tattoo, and down her stomach.
My eyes flicker as her fingers begin rubbing slowly, caressing her pussy.
She takes her index and ring finger, slightly spreading her lips, followed by rubbing small circles around her clit as she continues watching me grope my dick.
Holy fucking shit. A soft moan falls from her mouth as she continues touching herself, followed by labored breaths leaving her chest. I let go of my dick, stepping forward.
I place one knee between her legs on the bed and lean down over her.
I place my right hand over hers, keeping it pressed against her center.
I drop my head down to look at where our hands rest between her legs.
“I want to be the one to make you cum, Raina.” I take my middle finger and press it against hers, running it back and forth along her throbbing clit, adding pressure with each movement.
I press her finger against her entrance as it slides inside of her.
She closes her eyes as her back arches from the pressure.
I grip her hand, guiding it back out, and running it through her center.
I lock eyes with her as I bring her hand up to my mouth.
She sucks her bottom lip in as she gazes up at me.
I slide her middle finger between my lips, sucking and licking it clean.
My eyes slam shut, savoring her taste. I draw out her name, hitting each syllable.
“Rainaaa…I love the way your name rolls off my tongue with the taste of you,” I groan, sliding her finger back in my mouth for one more taste.
My dick throbs between my legs, aching to know what it feels like to be inside of her.
I clasp my hands around her waist, sliding her further onto the bed.
I stand quickly, striding over to my dresser before opening the top drawer and grabbing a condom.
Seconds later, I’m on my knees, hovering over her.
I rip open the condom, pulling it out and gently sliding it onto my length.
Raina’s eyes follow my every move. I position myself, sliding between her legs.
My heart pounds hard against my sweaty chest. I align myself with her entrance, bringing my hungry gaze to hers.
The anticipation is driving me mad. I slowly slide my dick in, not even halfway.
Raina winces as we both moan in sync. I stop, biting down hard on my tongue, tasting blood.
Fuck. She’s so tight and warm. I try to pull myself together.
“A-are you okay…does it hurt?” I rasp out, searching her eyes.
Her eyelids flutter as she looks up at me. “Yes…b-but in a good way,” she whispers breathlessly. She chews on her bottom lip as she wraps her legs around my back. “I don’t want you to be easy with me, Ezra. I’m a big girl.” Something flips in my mind with those words.
I grab both of her wrists with my hands, pinning them on either side of her head as I slam my length all the way in.
Raina’s back arches up, but I keep her pinned down by her wrist. Oh my God.
This. This is what I’ve tried so hard to avoid.
Why? This is feels too fucking good. I continue to slowly pull back and slam back into her.
I release her wrists, leaning down to gently lick and tug at her nipple with my teeth.
Her moans get louder as I continuously thrust inside her.
I take my hand and run it between her breasts, observing the details of the butterfly tattoo.
I roll my hips as I plunge inside her, watching her eyes roll back.
We are both already close to our release.
I lean down, taking her parted mouth in mine.
I kiss her with full intent, claiming her with every part of me, even though she’ll never be fully mine.
In this moment, I own her, and no one will ever fuck her the way I do.
I suck her bottom lip into my mouth before releasing her.
My large hands grab her waist, flipping her onto her stomach.
I quickly prop her legs up and wrap my arms over her thighs, yanking her to the edge of the bedroom.
I gaze for a moment, never picturing that I would get to see Raina in this position.
So fucking delicious. She arches her back for me while I run my hands down her spine to her ass, gripping it tight.
I move my hands, hooking my fingers onto her hips as I position myself.
I slide in slowly, bucking her ass up against me, savoring the feel of how deep I am inside her.
My head falls back before I reel myself in.
She squeals as I slap her hard on her ass.
“Brace yourself, Raina,” I growl out. I push her body forward as I pull back, only leaving the tip of my dick inside her.
I take a deep breath through my mouth and plunge forward as I pull her ass into me.
Raina moans at the impact. I can’t last much longer.
I’ve never felt this good in my life. How can I ever stay away now after having a taste of this with her?
I create a push-and-pull motion, slamming into her with each thrust. Loud slapping noises fill the air, mixed in with our moans and breathless words.
Raina thrusts her weight into me, causing me to go deeper inside her.
Holy shit. I pick up my speed, rolling my hips with each hard plunge.
I can feel my release pulsing through me, ready to lash out at any second.
I glide my hand up Raina’s spine, grabbing her hair and wrapping it around my fist. She tilts her head to the side, her neck arching along with her back.
I watch as she bites hard on her bottom lip.
I take my other hand, reaching over her thigh before I press my palm firmly into her pelvis as my fingers locate her wet center.
I run circles around her clit as I continue to thrust into her.
Her moans are unhinged. I can feel her inner walls expanding.
I want to hear her moan my name. I need it like a drug.
“Call out my name, Raina,” I demand. I grip her hair tighter, pressing harder into her clit with my fingers.
“Oh my gosh!” she squeals. I tug her hair harder, causing her head to pull back.
“Say it,” I growl. A breathy moan slips from her mouth.
“Ezra,” she whimpers. I groan at the way my name falls from her lips.
Good girl. I slam into her one more time and grip my hands on her hips, keeping her ass pressed against me as we both ride out our orgasms. My dick jerks deep inside her as my head falls back.
Raina’s arms give out underneath her as my sweaty palms slide from her hips.
We both fall forward, and I catch myself on the mattress to avoid all my weight lying on top of her.
I take a moment to catch my breath, then pull the condom off and quickly walk to the bathroom to throw it away.
When I come back, I find Raina in the same spot I left her, but she’s curled up with her arms wrapped around her legs pulled up to her chest. I can hear her whimpering, and the sound makes me panic.
“Raina, what the fuck?” I kneel on the end of the bed, scooping her into my arms. I walk around to my side of the bed, pulling the covers back, and climb in, holding her tight to my chest. I grab the covers with one hand, never letting go of her.
I pull them up to her shoulders. She nestles her head on my neck against my chin.
Her small body is trembling against my chest and stomach.
“What’s wrong…d-did I hurt you?” I ask calmly, trying to mask the concern in my tone and failing.
I feel her shake her head against me. She sniffles. “No…no it’s not your fault.” I turn, resting my cheek against her head while running my fingers through her silky hair.
“Tell me what to do…what can I do to make it better?” I plead, feeling like shit that she’s hurting like this.
“Just hold me…it’ll stop, eventually.” I can feel her tears falling along my neck. I close my eyes and I hold her tight, continuing to rub and play with strands of her hair.
A small meow sounds from under the bed. Mango hops up beside us, sniffing Raina’s hand.
I feel Raina adjust, her fingers running along the cat’s fur.
“Mango.” The name barely leaves her tired lips.
She sounds exhausted. I stare at the ceiling, my thoughts drifting away.
I can’t even begin to explain what this meant to me, or how it felt to be connected to her in this way.
Negative thoughts push their way in, making me feel guilty for allowing things to get this far, knowing what it would do to her—and me.
I was supposed to take her back home tonight, now here we are, lying naked in bed with her cradled on my chest. I’ve taken it too far, and I can’t allow it to happen again.
Just saying those words in my head causes my chest to ache.
This would never work. Not because of her, but because of me.
I take a deep breath, pausing from playing with her hair.
I swallow hard, feeling my throat tighten as the words cling to my tongue.
“This can never be what you want it to be,” I breathe.
What I want it to be. I repeat the last part in my head over and over.
Hating myself for being a piece of shit.
If only my life were different, then maybe I could make this work with her.
But then again, if nothing had happened the way it did, then I would have never met her at the bar.
She stays quiet, which is not like her. “Raina…did you hear—” I pause, noticing her limp hand she was petting Mango with, and her breathing has slowed.
She’s asleep. She never heard me. I sigh, almost relieved that she didn’t, but also regretting when I have to address it and shatter her into a million pieces.