Page 36 of Rafferty's Rules
‘Is that okay?’ The question may be a lingering concern, but it’s husky enough to sound as though I’m seeking praise. It becomes entirely rhetorical as her body rises, undulating into my hand.
‘More,’ she demands, pulling at the T-shirt. We both work to pull it over her head before she grabs my wrist bringing my hand to her breast again as I kiss my way over her bare shoulder, biting the skin where it curves to her neck. ‘Oh, God,’ she whispers shakily as I slide my body between her legs.
‘Can you feel it? Feel how hard I am for you.’ I lift her knee, dragging it to my hip to grind against her hot centre like a horny teenager.
‘Rafferty, God, I want to—I want this. But, but I can’t. Not right now.’
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed, but I kind of understand. A big break-up makes for muddy waters, a lot of questions and soul-searching, and the commitment that you’ll never make the same mistake again.Until the next time.Yeah, I sort of understand even if, right now, I take being her grudge fuck and make fucking good on it.
‘It’s okay. I understand. Just let me make you feel good, let me show you exactly how good of a kisser I am.’
I feel the tension seep out of her, or maybe it’s her body’s response to the touch of my tongue at her breast. I cup and tease with one hand, pull her nipple with both fingers and lips, then pass over them with swipes of teasing tongue and the threat of teeth. Her back arches as she rubs her pussy against me, riding my thigh.
‘You are a thing of beauty,’ I whisper in her ear, then delight in her stuttering sigh and accompanying whole-body shiver. ‘You’re so wet for me, sweetheart.’ She moans, turning her head as though if she doesn’t look, she can deny it. Or maybe that’s the good girl in her—the good girl I suddenly want to make bad.
Lifting onto my elbow, I slide my hand between us, cupping her hot little pussy and pressing two fingers against her crease. Maybe it’s the boldness of my words rather than my touch that has her whispering a harsh curse.More likely both.It makes me greedy for more.
A gasp as I part her lips.
A whimper as I swipe my thumb over the soft rise of her clit.
A held breath as I press, pat, and pet, moving the digit in tiny circles that make her shake.
A low moan as I slide two fingers deep.
And all the while, as her body trembles in response to my fingers sliding in a rhythmic dance, I kiss her slowly, thoroughly, sucking her tongue into my mouth.
She begins to rock against me, making me feel like my cock is about to burst—in my boxers. And that’s not happening. I slide down her body, and with a groan, I slip my tongue between her legs. One long lick and she almost levitates from the bed. A second and she has my hair gripped in her hands as though it’ll somehow prevent her falling.
Not on my fucking watch.
I push her thighs wide and spread her legs like the feast she is, then set to work with fingers and tongue, driven mad by the earthy scent of her, the taste of her, and the tenor of her moans.
‘That’s it. Yes, you ride my fingers, my beautiful girl.’
I’m good at this—at fucking. At sucking and licking, at dirty whispered sentiments and touches that make a woman ache in the best kinds of ways. But this. Her. Lissa. I’ve never had a reaction like this as her thighs tremble around my head, her fingers tight in my hair. The whimpers she makes, the litany of her cries. It’s a layering of sensations I’m unfamiliar with. A temptation that renders me mindless. Lost in the taste of her, I’m driven desperate by the desire to see and feel her fall apart. Driven frantic at the thoughts of how she’ll pulse against my tongue.
‘I was right, Lissa.’ Reaching up, I lay my fingers in the dips of her collarbones before dragging them down her sweat-soaked skin. ‘The moment I set eyes on you, I knew it’d be this good.’
Her whimpers change in length and tone, and Christ, I need this. Need this moment, need this pussy.Maybe need this girl.I feel it before she knows it herself, feel the pulse of it around my fingers and tongue, see it in the twist of her body as she climbs this high.
‘I’mcoming .. .Oh, God, I’m coming.’
God has nothing to do with this as her whole body jerks. I engulf her clit with my lips and curl my fingers inside one last time. She hisses out a curse, her body thrashing so hard I have to press one hand to her hip, pressing her back against the mattress.
Wars are fought and won in the time it takes her to come down.
And I, for one, know I’m not done.
Chapter 10
ALYSSA
Can a walk downstairs while staying in the confines of the same house, technically be a walk of shame?
I wake in the bed alone, a little awkward and a lot refreshed. I may be a virgin, well, technically, but I know what happened in this bed last night was extraordinary. Exemplary.AnnndI can’t find any more superlatives to describe it right now.
It. Was. So. Hot.
