by Misti Murphy
“You’re damn certain, sugar?” He closes the distance without me being aware and my breath hitches, his scent filling my senses.
My mouth waters, and I swallow hard. Maybe I’m not sure of how to make this less awkward, but I know it’s what I want. I’ve dreamed about this night for years. Ridiculous, and yet somehow the fact that it’s him and that he’s the only man I’ve fantasized about like this, in Technicolor detail makes it its own kind of perfect. “Please, Raze.”
He groans and brings his hand to my face, brushing the pad of his thumb across my cheek before sliding his fingers into my hair and tugging my head back so he can slant his lips across my mouth. His kisses are an addiction and for a split second I wonder if after tonight I’ll be addicted to him in ways I can’t even fathom. I brush off the thought, and press my palms to his chest, sliding closer and on tiptoe, nibbling his bottom lip and darting my tongue over his.
Razer
I can’t get enough of her mouth as I press her back toward the bed. I’ve tried to keep my distance, tried to frighten her off, but I can’t fight the pull she has on me. I should be able to. I should be strong enough to fight the enemy that is my feelings for her, but I can’t. Licking my way inside her mouth, I grasp her hands and wrap them around my neck. “I’m going to give you what you want. But don’t expect too much of me. I’m not going to make you promises of a tomorrow I can’t keep.”
I don’t mean these lies I tell her. I’m still trying to save us from going down this path where I won’t be able to push her away any more, but they’re hollow words. I don’t think I could pull away from her now if my life depended on it.
“I don’t need promises.” She whimpers, her mouth still clinging to me, her whole body aligned with mine so that I can feel her breast rise and fall, her pelvis rubbing against my erection.
“Sure you do. You’re a good girl. Always will be.” I trace a knuckle down her side before squeezing her hip.
“Do you like good girls, Raze?” she whispers, grazing her lips from my mouth, down my jaw, and along my throat. Fleetingly, carefully.
“I have a feeling I do.” I want to tear her clothes from her, I want to see how fast she can undress me, how quickly I can have her sprawled beneath me while I slide inside her and find out if the real thing lives up to the fantasy. I’m kidding myself if I think there’s any chance having her won’t be so much better than anything my mind can conjure.
I devour her mouth like I fucking own it, holding nothing back. For seven long years I’ve been waiting to do this. Fighting the urge to find her and make her mine. Fantasizing over having her wrapped around my cock, or on my face. “Be a good girl and take your clothes off.”
She steps back, her fingers fumbling at the hem of my T-shirt. For a second she hesitates, her gaze holding mine. Then she moves swiftly, stretching it up over her arms and discarding it on the floor. Standing there in nothing but her bra and panties, such skimpy pieces of lace, she makes me forget I ever saw her as anything but a grown ass woman.
“Do you like what you see?”
“Like it?” I cover the distance to plant my mouth to her shoulder, nipping my way along her clavicle while I brush my thumb across her breast. “You’re fucking art.”
She inhales sharply as I brush my thumbs from her nipples down along the edge of her bra and around to the back. The hooks come undone with a quick squeeze, and I drag the straps down her arms. Her tits rise and fall with each breath, and she clings to me with a whimper when I latch onto one of those pink fucking nipples, rolling it around in my mouth until it’s pebbled perfection. “Fuck my fantasies,” I say.
“Fantasies?” She wriggles her fingers inside the waist of my pants to scrape her fingernails across the head of my cock, and it surges from that one simple touch like it’s starving for her attention. Hell, I’ve been blue balled for days, weeks, years when it comes to her. “What kind of fantasies?”
“The kind where I’m inside you. Fucking you while you ride me.”
“Oh.” She smiles, her thighs clenching.
If I reach between her legs now, she’ll be soaked for me. Instead I push her back on the bed and sink to my knees in front of her, dig my fingers into the elastic of her panties and drag them down. “Oh?”
“I have sex dreams.” She grips my shoulders as I stick my face between her legs and breathe her in. “Of you.”
It’s almost too much, listening to her talk about sex while the smell of her is driving me wild. “Tell me about them. Tell me what you dream of me doing to you.”
She blushes such a pretty pink from her hair to her feet, self-conscious about telling me what she wants. “Your mouth on me, licking me.”
“You dream about me sticking my face between your legs?” Does she know how long I’ve fantasized about her ordering me around like this? I’m going to fucking explode, and I’ve barely touched the girl. I don’t remember anyone ever being able to drive me to the edge like this. But she has this ability to push all my buttons without even realizing it. “You want my tongue in your pussy, eating you out until you cum on my face?”
“Raze?” Her knees shake, her pelvis tilting to bring her sex to my mouth. I can see how wet and swollen she is for me, how turned on she is at the idea.
I dart my tongue over her slit, hear her moan while I press the tip to her clit and taste her. It’s not enough. As soon as her sweetness hits my taste buds I want more. I want to spend my entire life with my mouth on her. I will never get enough. Dragging her into my mouth, I devour her the way I’ve wanted to for so fucking long. She writhes, her hips bucking against my face and I lash my tongue across her sensitive flesh until she does this half-moan half-cry like the pleasure I’m giving her is almost too much to bear. Then she arches off the bed and demands more, with her pussy crushed to my mouth, she fucks my face, her breath coming hard and fast in sharp, short bursts. I know the moment she starts to climax, the quiver that runs through her thighs while her pussy clenches around my tongue. I don’t ease up on her, dragging out her orgasm until she’s squirming under me, pushing at my head with her palms. And then I kiss my way up her pelvis, over her belly, paying homage to her gorgeous tits and that dip at the base of her throat.
“Did it live up to your dreams?” Pressing my cum soaked mouth to hers, I let her taste herself on me. “You’re sweet as fucking sin, sugar.”
I roll onto my back, with her on top of me. She straddles my thighs, her hair falling like a curtain around her so that I can barely see her eyes when she glances down at me. I brush the strands back, take her hair in my fist while she tugs my pants down from my hips. When she looks up at me, those violet eyes have my cock painfully rigid.
“Tell me one of your fantasies,” she says.
One of my fantasies… I’m practically looking at it, and then she wraps her hand around my cock and strokes it. “This, Claire. Your soft fucking hands wrapped around my cock while you’re looking at me all wide-eyed. You have no idea.”
She purrs, her face lit up and then she gets on her knees between my legs, and licks the head of my cock, tasting the little bit of pre-cum leaking from the tip before taking me into her mouth. I can feel the hum of her breath while she inches her mouth up and down. Her lips tight around me. I dig my fingers into her scalp, my hips rising with each draw of her cheeks. “Your mouth is so fucking hot, Claire.”
“Mmm,” she says. And a bolt of pure pleasure shoots from my balls up my shaft. If she keeps going I’m not going to be able to hold back.
“You have to stop.” I pull her up over me, nibbling her lips while I dig my fingers into her ass cheeks and rock my erection between her thighs.
“Why?” she asks, “Wasn’t it good?”
“Good?” I let out a strangled laugh and roll her beneath me. “You’re a little piece of heaven. Any longer and I would have come in your hot little mouth.”
I let go of her only long enough to grab my wallet out of my pocket and find the condom I have stashed there before completely shed
ding my pants. Then I settle a knee between her thighs, pressing them apart. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”
I slide my finger over the line of her pussy, grazing her clit with the pad. “All swollen and wet for me.”
She moans, spreads her legs a little more when I press a digit into her, caressing the sensitive spot inside until she’s on the brink again.
“Need you.” She gasps while her hips pump with each glide of my finger on her over-sensitized flesh. “Want you.”
“You want me?” I only ask because I want to hear her say it again. I want her to tell me how much she wants this. Me, inside her, fucking her over the edge.
Her nails dig into my shoulders, as she arches more firmly against my hand. “Please Razer. Please. Please. Please.”
It takes me a moment to roll the condom over my hard length and when I look up at her, her eyes are huge and round in her face as she stares at my dick and she’s got a firm grip on her lower lip with her teeth. “What is it, sugar?”
“You’re not small.” She kind of stumbles over the word. “I didn’t expect. I didn’t think.”
She shakes her head almost imperceptibly, then reaches out to pull me to her. I screw up my brow. There’s something in her expression I can’t quite fathom. Something that yanks in my chest a little bit. I settle over her, the head of my cock pressed against her entrance. She’s so hot and wet and the temptation to push into her and roll with the moment is almost too much to resist. Instead I take my time claiming her mouth until her hips buck to mine and then I push forward, impaling myself in her. Feeling how hot and tight she is as she tenses around me.
“Wait.” She whispers, her voice hitching because it’s already too late. She lays rigid beneath me, her muscles tight around me. If she hadn’t gone so tense I wouldn’t have known.
“Shit.” I don’t think anything has ever shocked me more than Claire has in this minute. That tightness in my chest contracts, magnifies. I clasp her face between my hands, stroke the pad of my thumb over her creamy skin, blooming pink under my touch. There’s something so fucking wrong with me I can’t put a name to it. All I know is the sting of her keeping this secret from me doesn’t even dent the stupid ridiculous pride surging through me. I scowl down at her, try to anyway, but all I can see is how much this girl means to me, and how I have no business taking her virginity.
“Claire?” I can’t even keep the tenderness out of my voice. “What the hell have you done?”
Her eyes shine, her breath coming in little pants as we lay frozen, entwined. She turns her face to the side, refusing to look at me. “I didn’t think.”
Her words slap into me. She didn’t think. She’s regretting doing this with me. I don’t blame her. Hell, I tried to warn her. This attraction between us is wrong, and now she’s going to live with the regret because I couldn’t fight her a little harder.
“Fuck.” I pull out of her, needing to put distance between us. Needing this night not to have happened, because I’m sure as hell not going to be able to put her back in the box I’ve kept her in.
She darts her hands up to my hips, grips them, digging her nails into my skin. The sharp bite of them dug into my flesh, barely dents the swirl of anger erupting in my gut at having been so stupid.
“Razer, please don’t hate me.”
I can’t hate her. If only I could. This would all be so much simpler if I could hate her, or be angry with her, or feel anything other than she’s the one girl I want to belong with and the one girl who I shouldn’t be with. “I don’t hate you, sugar. Wish I could.”
She winces, and I want to smooth my hands over her skin. Ease the pain I can see there.
“Please, Razer. Pretend for tonight that I’m not me, and that I wasn’t…innocent. I want to be with you.”
And here within lies the problem. Because it doesn’t matter that I know I shouldn’t want her, shouldn’t have these feelings for her. When she tells me she wants me, I can’t say no.
“Damn it, Claire.” I settle over her again, and slant my mouth over hers. “I want to be with you, but I can’t pretend you’re not you, and I can’t pretend I didn’t just take your virginity. But you should have told me.”
“You would never have given in if you knew.” She clings to me, burying her head in my neck.
“I would have fought you harder.” I take her face between my palms, gaze into those eyes I can never not want to be trapped by. “I’m going to do my best to make this good for you.”
We lay like that for I don’t know how long, with my cock pressed against her slit, aching to drive back into her and feel how tight she is around me. Our breaths coming in shallow bursts until she rocks beneath me, her palms flattening on my ass to pull me into her.
Even then I go slow. Kissing and nipping at her mouth as I push in one inch at a time, giving her time to adjust to the feeling of having me inside her. Drawing back, before moving again. “Are you doing okay, sugar?”
“Yes.” She breathes, whimpering as I press in again. “It feels so good, Raze. More.”
“Greedy girl.” I groan as I finally bury myself inside her. “You’re so fucking tight.”
Her muscles squeeze around me, making me ache to pump into her, but I let her lead. Her hips undulating beneath me, pulling and dragging her pussy up and down the length of my cock with excruciating slowness. Bracketing her in my arms, I layer her mouth with lingering kisses until she’s grinding hard into me, her motions jerky and frantic. Each breath she takes ends on a harsh little cry. “I’m close.”
“Fuck, Claire,” I grind out between my teeth, as I thrust into her over and over until she’s crying out my name, while her inner walls contract so fucking sweetly around my cock. My balls tighten, drawing up to my body as I follow her over the edge.
Afterward, I roll over and drag the condom off my dick, tying a knot in the end and tossing it in the trash basket under the nightstand, before pulling her into my arms. “Are you okay?”
“Better than okay.” She rests her head on my shoulder, gazing at me, and I smile at the twinkle in her eye, the pink in her cheeks. She’s even more beautiful like this. Dishevelled, exhausted, and oh so fucking mine. “Are you going to leave now?”
“No,” I mumble into her hair. I don’t think I’ll ever leave again. “I’ll go to my own room before anyone wakes up in the morning.”
“Okay.” She covers her mouth to hide another yawn, as I pull the blankets up over us. And I watch her fall asleep.
Chapter Eleven
Claire
When I wake, Razer is laying on his side, staring at me. “You snore when you sleep.”
“Shut up.” I toss my pillow at him.
He knocks it away and grins. “It’s cute.”
“Cute, huh?”
“Sexy.”
“Liar.”
He strokes his hand up my thigh. “We both know who the liar is here.”
“Are we okay?” I roll onto my side and brush the thick bangs from my face, holding my breath while I wait for him to say something, anything. The way he’d almost bolted when he realized he was my first sticks with me. I thought he’d be gone by now. Expected he’d have hightailed it out of Reverence, if I’m honest.
He answers me by rolling me underneath him, his heavy weight shifting over me while he parts my thighs with his knee. Holding my head between his hands he lingers over my lips in a tantalizing display of affection until I’m breathless, clinging to him, already aching for him. “We’re something,” he says. “I can’t get the taste of you out of my mouth.”
“Did you try toothpaste?” I gasp as he presses the pad of one finger to my clit, finding me soaked.
“Fuck. You have no idea.” He presses a hot wet kiss to the valley between my breasts. “I want your taste on my tongue. I didn’t spend enough time savouring you the way I wanted last night. Now come here.” He lies on his back, dragging me up over him until I’m straddling his chest, his nose pressed to my slit so he can breathe me in
. “God, Claire, do you know how many times I’ve fantasized about having my tongue on your clit, licking you until you cum in my mouth? Do you know how many times I jerked off in seven fucking years to the sweet image of you riding my face?” He grasps my ass, pulling me forward and when the tip of his tongue darts out to press against my clit, a jolt of arousal flies through me.
“God, Razer.” I whimper from that slight touch, practically melting from the inside out.
Then he takes me into his mouth, gently at first, giving me a moment to get used to the sensation before he sucks on me so hard I cry out. He pulls away, sliding a hand up my belly, over one breast, stopping to pinch a nipple between his fingers before covering my lips. “Your brothers are home. Be a good girl and keep quiet.”
Shit. Shit. Shit. I suck his fingers into my mouth in an attempt to gag myself, wrapping my tongue around them.
He lets out this guttural groan. “Fuck, Claire. I’ve got something else for you to wrap your pretty mouth around.”
He’s talking about his huge, rock hard cock. Razer fucking Bennington is in my bed with his mouth on my pussy, talking about having me blow him. It’s all so ridiculously surreal. Before last night I’d barely gotten a taste of the way he’s speaking to me now, like he owns me, like he can order me around. “Why do you think I’ll do what you want?”
“Because you want it, too, Claire. You want it so bad, I can see it in your eyes. If you weren’t so damn busy sucking on my fingers, you’d be licking your lips over having me in your mouth.” He’s right, not that I tell him. Not when I’m trying so hard to be quiet while he grasps my ass cheeks, spreading me over his mouth and thrusting into me with such hunger that he leaves me breathless. His tongue is everywhere, licking me until I’m bucking against his face, riding him like one of those mechanical bulls. Then he thrusts his tongue into me, and I want to scream with how intense my climax is. My muscles tightening while he makes good on his promise to make me cum in his mouth.
When I finally slow, my breath catching as I cling to the headboard, he stares up at me. “You’re so damn sexy when you’re all flushed. I like that it’s because of me.” He twirls a lock of my hair around his finger and pulls me down to his slick mouth. I taste myself on his tongue as he slowly devours me. “Are you sore?”