Page 11 of Playing With Fire
“Unlike you, I don’t make it my mission to distrust every single person I meet. Not everyone has ulterior motives,” I tell him.
“Not even when there are so many red flags? The guy is a dick.”
“He’s my friend and he’s drunk. I really don’t need this right now, Ritchie. Please,” I say and he must hear the desperation in my voice because his eyes soften.
“What’s wrong?” he asks worriedly.
I’m suddenly having trouble breathing.
“What’s wrong is that I’m about to make a deal that could potentially ruin my life and I really can’t deal with you or your attitude,” I say.
I’m take short gasping breaths now. I lower myself to the ground and Ritchie crouches in front of me.
“Xandra, breathe. You’ll be okay, I’m right here and I would never let anything bad happen to you.”
I realize what’s happening.
“Panic attack,” I say and Ritchie’s eyes widen.
He pulls me up and makes me sit on the edge of a sink in the bathroom.
“Alexandra” he says gripping my shoulders. “Get yourself together.”
“I ca- cant, I ccant” I tell him.
He swears softly under his breath. And then suddenly his mouth crashes against mine. A gasp is lodged in my chest as his lips begin moving against mine. I’m so surprised, I don’t do anything at first. But then his tongue swipes against my bottom lip and it all feels so good, I begin to kiss him back. But he abruptly withdraws.
“Better?” he asks and I nod slowly.
“I’m sorry for freaking out like that,” I say. I’m embarrassed. I haven’t had an attack like that since I was a kid.
“No, it’s fine. I’m sorry for being so insensitive.”
“Thanks for that,” I say referring to the kiss that ended too soon. I’m sure my cheeks are red, heck maybe even my entire face.
“It was no problem. I know I act like an asshole but I would do anything for you. I hate seeing you in pain and scared.”
“Anything?” I say, my voice is a little hoarse. Ritchie nods in reply. His eyes are roaming all over my face and his breathing is erratic. Proof that he’s as close to losing it as I am.
“Kiss me again,” I breathe. He doesn’t even hesitate. He rushes forward and places a hand delicately on my cheek. When his mouth meets mine, I’m ready.
My hips rock against his and I can feel his long, hard cock. I want to feel him, my hand reaches downward but Ritchie stops me. He must feel my desperation because then his hand travels down my legs. He shifts my dress up and his hand settles right where I want it. I moan loudly, hoping there’s no one close enough to hear. Praying no one enters because I’m sure we didn’t lock the door.
His fingertips skim the material of my panties. I rise slightly and shove them down. His eyes are alight with lust. He regards me with pure hunger in his eyes. He kisses me with passion and I can feel the desire wafting off him. I want nothing more than for him to thrust into me. I’ve wanted this for a long time.
He slips a finger inside me. Not too deep but enough for my entire body to clench around him. He swipes his thumb around my clit and my eyes clench together. He suddenly thrusts in with three fingers. Our lips break apart as I cry out.
“You’re so tight,” Ritchie whispers in awe. I whimper in response.
The neckline of my dress loosens enough for him to free one of my breasts. He brings his mouth to my nipple and sucks and bites it while his fingers continue to thrust into me. It all becomes too much and suddenly I’m coming in a mindless rush. He kisses me as I moan his name, swallowing the sound.
“I’ll be right beside you, Xandra. Don’t be scared,” he whispers in my ear when I calm down.
“Careful, Ritchie. I might start to think you actually like me,” I say with a smile.
He opens his mouth to say something but then he stops.
“Let’s do this first. After, we’ll talk,” he assures me. He places a soft kiss on my forehead and then he exits the bathroom, giving me time to clean up. After I’m done, I take a steady breath. I have to believe everything will be okay.
