Page 32 of Raze

Everything about this is erratic and raw, this is Raze letting go of himself. Losing control and giving in to his urges.

“That was my tee,” he whispers against my skin as he continues trailing kisses along my neck, toward my ear. I can feel him resting thick and heavy between my legs and it’s driving me crazy. So crazy that I have to grip my nails into his broad shoulders to try to sustain the ache inside me.

“I like wearing it, it makes me feel close to you,” I admit, not caring how stupid it sounds. It’s the truth.

“I thought you were mad at me,” he whispers in my ear, grazing my lobe with his teeth and making me dampen my panties at the same time.

“Raze,” I breathe out his name and rub my hips into his, desperate to feel some friction.

“What ya want, darlin’?” He pulls back and looks at me, his eyes narrow and his forehead creased.

“You know what I want.” I look down between us and see him bulging in his jeans. My heart is beating fast and my skin shivers with anticipation. I’ve only been here a few days and yet the tension between us feels as if it’s been building for years.

Reaching between us I start to unbuckle his belt, my hands are shaky and they fumble because, as much as I need this, I’m nervous as hell. I manage to get his jeans open and when I delve my hand into the front of them he makes a low, feral growl when I slide my palm over his length

“That feels so fuckin’ good,” he tells me, as I wrap my fingers around him and stroke him through my fist. He looks down, giving all his attention to watching how I work him, and after a few minutes, he takes me off guard when he lifts me back off the table and carries me over to the bed.

Landing me on the mattress, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and drags them down my thighs. Then, after pulling them off my ankles he stands back and stares at me. I’m fully naked and completely exposed, but his eyes feel as good on me as his hands do. I can see him fighting against his desires, doubting that what happens next is a good idea, and just as I’m about to try and convince him that it is, he lowers to his knees and buries his head between my legs.

The first stroke of his tongue is long and agonizingly slow as it slips between my folds, and I grip the sheets beneath me and moan as he circles it around my clit. His hands rest on my thighs holding me open as he flicks me with his tongue and makes me buck against his face in desperation. I feel something building, getting stronger with each lap he makes with that tongue and when I feel two of his fingers slip inside me it’s his hair that I grip instead of the sheet. I lift my hips off the mattress to meet his rhythm and when I open my eyes and look down my body, seeing the way he’s watching me, instantly makes me come apart.

My legs shake but he holds them firm, giving me more of his tongue as I thrust against it and let everything go. I wonder if the high will ever end and he seems to be doing everything in his power to prolong it. It’s exhilarating and when I finally start to come down I feel all out of breath.

“You taste good,” he whispers as he climbs up my body and kisses me again, his jeans are still resting on his hips, open at the front and allowing me to feel his cock as it presses against my spread-open pussy.

“You taste how fuckin’ good that is?” he whispers against my lips as his cock rubs against me and he slips his tongue into my mouth. I can’t respond, I’m too distracted, wondering how that cock is going to feel inside me. I already know this is going to be different from all those times with Billy. I want this, and I never thought that would be possible after what I’ve been through in the past.

“Please, Raze. I need it,” I whisper and suddenly I feel him pull away. He looks shocked, maybe even scared as he stands up at the foot of the bed. He looks down at me, scrubbing his hand over his mouth like he’s having those doubts again.

“Raze, what's wrong?” My whole body feels on fire, and the hollowness inside me is unbearable.

“I shouldn’t be doing this.” He shakes his head as he backs further away and starts to button up his jeans.

“No, don’t do that. Don’t back away from me again.” I climb out of bed and head toward him. “I felt it, you were into it just as much as I was. Why do you keep pushing me away?” The tears I’m crying now aren’t out of anger, but sadness.

“Where do you want me to start? Because there's a million different reasons.” Raze picks his tee up from the floor and slides it back over his head. Then stepping toward me he frames my cheek with his palm and wipes away one of my tears with the pad of his thumb.

“Let me protect you, please.” His eyes are sad and as soft as his touch and he doesn’t wait for me to respond before he turns around, picks up his cut, and slams his way out the door.

“You good, Boss?” I get shaken awake and when I open my eyes and Saint’s the first person I see, I jump in shock.

Sitting up, I crick my neck and take in my surroundings. It seems I ended up on one of the couches in the clubhouse and my head is thumping.

“You sleep here last night?” he asks. Picking up the empty bottle of Jack from the floor and laughing to himself.

“Looks that way.” I stumble up on my feet and scratch my chest, then suddenly it all hits me.

“Fuck.” I curse out loud when I remember how far I took things last night with Peyton, and I know it was wrong because now I can’t get the way her pussy tasted outta my head.

“You wanna coffee?” He smiles at me, already firing up the machine.

“I need one,” I admit scrubbing my hand over my face and taking a seat at the bar.

“So what went down last night? I had to leave early.” He places the steaming mug in front of me.

“Why?” I question. I question everybody and their actions around here at the moment.

“I was startin’ to feel the fatigue I get when Sinner wants to take over. I don’t think he would have fitted in too well with the family vibe you were goin’ for last night.” He smiles at me sadly.

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