Page 104 of Rags's Awakening
“Just a couple. My ex, and a stacked chick one time when I was drunk as hell. That was a long time ago.”
“Your ex must’ve been a good rider,” she said, leaning into him.
“Not really.”
Rags knew she was changing the subject and wondered why. Maybe it was a bad breakup. Maybe something else. He understood that. After Julie, he didn’t even want to hear her name much less talk about her.
He wrapped an arm around her and drew her onto his lap.
“Rags,” she whispered, running a hand through his hair.
“Fuck, woman,” he rasped.
He slid a hand behind her neck and brought her closer to him until their mouths fused in a slow, hungry kiss. A streak of desire shot through him when she twisted his hair in her fingers, pressing closer until there was no space between them.
Rags grasped her waist, coaxing her to lie back while he started pushing off the couch. Instead, Casey leaned away, planted her palms on his chest, and shoved him back.
The surprise of the push was nothing compared to the look she gave him, a look that promised trouble. The corner of her mouth lifted in a slow smirk, her eyes darkening a shade. Asharp, jagged feeling flared in his chest. He reached for her, but she batted his hand away.
“Just relax,” she whispered, running her fingertips over her breasts.
Transfixed, Rags sucked in a breath, tracking her hands as they moved to the robe’s belt and untied it.
“Fuck,” he rasped, reaching out again.
Shaking her head, she leaned out of his grip, then slowly shrugged out of the robe and tossed it to the floor. His gaze locked on her red-tipped nails stroking and pinching her nipples into hard little buds.
“Fuck, woman.” He tried to sit up, but she placed a hand on his chest.
She slid a finger into her luscious mouth, lips closing around it, then dragged it down her throat, between her breasts, past her belly button, until it rested on the neatly trimmed strip of hair.
“You’re killing me, baby,” he growled.
“I know,” she breathed, easing her pussy up and down over his erection. “You’re nice and hard,” she murmured.
Sucking in a breath, his jaw tightened when she grasped his jeans’ zipper and slowly tugged it down. When her fingers wrapped around his cock, he thought he’d explode. He pushed up, gripped her arms, but before he could lay her down on the cushions, she shoved him hard. Taken off guard, he fell back.
“I’m in charge, so stay put.” She ran her tongue along her lower lip, never taking her eyes off him.
Rags gripped the edge of the cushions to keep from grabbing her and crushing her against him.
Casey leaned over and seized his mouth, wiggling against his dick.
“If you don’t stop teasing me, baby, you’re gonna get a spanking,” he rasped.
“Promise?” she breathed, brushing her tongue over his lips and jawline.
His breath hitched when her warm tongue licked his earlobe, then trailed down the side of his neck, the spots cooling when she raised her head and held his gaze.
“Do you like that?” she murmured.
“Yeah, baby.” He cupped her tits, squeezing while tugging her close. “I wanna taste them,” he growled.
“You don’t know how to give up control, do you?” A throaty laugh caressed him.
“Never was good at it.”
“It’s never too late to learn,” she said, tugging at his jeans to lower them.
