Page 57 of Rafferty's Rules
One button. Two buttons. Three. Jeans on his hips, he readjusts himself, the thick head of him peeking from his underwear before stepping out of the legs. Sadly, he keeps his underwear on, though there’s no disguising his length and girth, the black cotton of his boxer shorts clinging to him.
Leaning forward, he suddenly whips my shorts down my legs, like a magician whipping off a tablecloth while leaving the dishes still standing. And for his next trick...
‘Sweet.’ By the way he draws out the word and by the way his eyes are glued to my panties, I don’t think sweetness is exactly what he has in mind. He’s over me in an instant, balanced on his elbows with his fingers hooked into the cotton by my hips. ‘Have you ever been spanked?’ he asks suddenly, his lips ghosting mine.
‘N-not since I was five.’
‘Maybe you’re too much of a good girl for a spanking.’
I don’t have a chance to dwell on the meaning of his phrasing as my garbled answer hits the air. ‘List. I’ll add it.’ Damn my competitive streak.
I whimper as he tightens his fingers, dragging my panties down my legs, leaving behind a trail of sensation and fire. And I wish I could explain what I’m feeling as his large hands slide up the insides of my legs, spreading my thighs farther apart.
‘I’ve been dying for another taste.’His gaze is pure liquid fire before he draws his tongue the length of my slit with a carnal groan. ‘Fuck, yeah.’
One lick and our combined moans hit the air, my hands grasping the bedding as though to hang on to this exquisiteness at all costs. And, oh, God, he groans the sexiest sounds as his tongue swipes me again before he buries himself between my legs.
Last night wasa dirty dream turned into reality and, up until this moment, the most exciting thing that had ever happened to me while lying in bed. But as his tongue works me, his stubble abrading my skin so deliciously, I can feel myself dissolving inch by inch. Melting, dissolving, liquefied by pleasure. Crying out as his fingers suddenly spear me.
I’m unprepared for the intensity, of how his dirty whispers and guttural moans are as necessary as his touch. I’m drunk on the experience as he licks and tastes and absolutely savours me.
Sweat soaks my skin. I see it glistening on my chest as I push myself up onto my elbows, desperate to hold onto the building sensations, but succeeding in only wrinkling the note. I pull it from under my elbow, discarding it to someplace else on the bed. I’m delirious. I can’t focus, can’t process my own thoughts as this feeling, white hot and intense, crawls through my insides.
Whatever he reads in my expression seems to bless him with wicked thoughts because, from between my legs, his gaze crawls the length of my body. Such wickedness that leads to the flat of his tongue pressing and flicking my clit again and again.
I am pure electricity, my thighs twitching, my orgasm going from smoulder to a burning heat.I’m close—so close—but to my extreme frustration, Raffertypulls back, his lips and chin shining with my wetness in the light.
‘Do you want to come?’
‘What kind of a question is that?’ I almost sob.
‘A serious one,’ he replies, looking anything but.
I am unashamed as I chant my litany of desperation, squirming under him as I plead,‘Please. Yes, please, so much. Please.’
‘Then what else are we adding to the list?’ I think I must shake my head, not sure what he means. I’m not sure what anything beyond my climax, simmering and just out of reach, means. ‘To my rules. What else haven’t you done.’
He. Is. Relentless. But I can’t tell him the most important of that very long list. Not now. Not at this moment.Maybe not ever. I don’t want to freak him out, and right now, I want him wild and unrestrained. I want sweat-slicked skin against skin. I want no less than all of him.
How can I say the words, articulate the unexperienced, when I don’t really know what I’m asking for? When I only know I want it all.
‘Let me show you,’ I whisper, struck by a sudden thought as I reach out to pull him to me.
Now or never.
Do or die.
Come into my parlour, said the spider to the fly.. .
Chapter 16
RAFFERTY
‘Let me show you,’ she whispers. ‘Please.’
‘The lengths you’ll go to—’
‘Pardon the pun?’ the little smartarse adds with a smile. ‘Let me show youexactlywhat lengths I’ll go to.’ For all her confident declarations, I’m aware of the tremble in her hand as she reaches out. A bead of sweat rolls down her neck, and she shivers as the cool air spreads through the room, courtesy of the open windows.
