Page 77 of Rafferty's Rules
‘There.’ His lips meet my shoulder, his arms slipping around my waist, and his fingers between my legs.
Soft circles and teasing strokes, his touch is light and, after earlier, just not enough. As I whimper, my body begins to participate, my hips bucking against thin air.
‘This isn’t about you,’ he whispers, our eyes locking in the mirror, one arm across my chest, banding me to him. ‘You’re not getting your way this time. You asked me to make you. And I’m going to.’
Hottest. Thing. Ever.
‘Bite me.’ I don’t know what made me say it, I only know I wish he would—literally—bite his autograph into my skin. I don’t know what’s come over me, but I want this.
‘Maybe I will,’ he taunts, ‘but you’ll have to ask nicer than that. And for now, I think I’ll justmake youcome.’
Harsh words and dark promises, I gasp as his fingers return to their work, spreading my legs wider in welcome.
‘Christ, you’re so wet.’
His words are both rough sigh and an accolade, and the slide of his fingers my prize as, in the shadows of his bedroom, he looms over me, pushing me forward onto the dresser, my tied hands catching my weight. My clit pounds in time to the beat of my heart as the room is filled with the sound of his zipper drawing down. My breasts sway, my legs widening of their own volition as he presses his fingers so deep inside me, I cry out.
‘There’s my girl.’ His thumb brushes my clit, and my mouth becomes a lewdOin the darkened mirror.
Oh... Oh ... Ohhh howhe works me, his thumb petting my clit as his fingers fill me, the thick head of his erection bumping my ass cheek.
‘Please, Rafferty. Please. I need .. . ’ But I can’t articulate thoroughly enough what I want because I want it all, my mind is awash with the possibilities.
‘You want this, bite-size?’ I nod my head, greedy for him, from the coarse hair on his thighs to the impossible hardness behind me. ‘All you need to do is ask, but you have to use your big girl words.’
Big girl? I notice I’m mouthing the words in the mirror.
‘Let me help you,’ he whispers, bringing his mouth to my ear, pressing us skin to skin. ‘Fuck me harder.’ His husky tone is hypnotic. My breath hitches, my knees going weak at the sight of him, at the sight of his pleasure. Who knew a little domination, a little objectification, would be such fun? ‘Make me come.’
‘Please, Rafferty,’ I whisper, ‘Please,please.I need you to take your big, hard cock, and fuck me until we both come.’
His name is a soft curse on my lips as he pushes inside with one solid thrust. I’m instantly filled and impossibly stretched.
Maybe this was a little ambitious, especially after the bike.
I don’t have the opportunity to question this out loud as he withdraws, nature doing its thing as he drives into me again with a masculine grunt.
That is... oh god.
‘Yes!’
His hands on my hips pull me back to meet him on the next thrust, his body reaching places hitherto untouched, but there’s no doubt how I enjoy it, my cries urging a repeat, which he gives me again and again until I’m thrashing beneath him.
‘You’re so fucking tight for me.’ His harsh words in my ear cause me to convulse. ‘Yes, just like that. Fuck, take it all.’ His dirty words and looks drive me to the brink of insanity as I begin to writhe and buck beneath him. Then, in the mirror, I see as he pulls back to watch where our bodies meet. His expression is so intense that it creates its own kind of pleasure, my insides erupting in a series of fireworks that I know he can feel.
With an answering grunt, he drives into me harder and harder, his hands tight on my hips, his jaw tense, and the muscles in his forearms straining as pure liquid pleasure shoot through my insides, twisting and turning and growing in intensity, and bursting out of my skin. There is nothing else in this world but the feel of him around me, and the feel of him inside me, and his answering cry of my name.
Chapter 23
RAFFERTY
‘Oh, my, Lord. Is sex always like this?’
I turn from examining the ceiling to find Lissa curled on her side watching me. Her hand cupping her chin, and the phraseangels with dirty facessprings to my mind, her lips kiss-pink and swollen, her dark eyes glittering.
‘Is... ?’ I play back the question in my head and find the answer immediately. ‘No, Lis. Sex is not always like this.’ This intense, this good, or this much fucking fun, literally. And sex has never left me feeling confused or conflicted, or like I want to get down on my knees and give thanks.
‘Well, I’m pleased to see you aren’t dead.’
