Page 15 of Romanced By the Rat
She shakes her head, ridding herself of the steam in her eyes. “That sounds amazing.” She walks over, picking up the glass of wine and taking a sip. “And you got my favorite. Man, are you sweet. I’d say you’re trying to get in my pants, but it’s obvious I won’t make that a difficult task.” She smirks at me over her glass, the liquid inside draining.Fuck.I might have to ditch the rat and have her here on this countertop. I don’t think either of us can wait until after dinner.
“I can feel your dick throbbing. Cool it,” Ramsay orders. “Put an apron on her.”
“Here, I don’t want you to get your dress dirty.” I grab the red material off the back of a stool and she turns for me to put it over her head, slightly rubbing her ass into my crotch. I groan but take a step back to tie her waistband. She twirls. “How do I look?”
I shake my head, putting my green apron on. I don’t have words. Thankful Ramsay does. “Tell her, you’d tell her, but then you worry it will just make your pants tighter after seeing the shocked look on her face.”Geez,but I do what he says.
It has the intended effect. Her cheeks heat, her eyes grow, and her lips part. My crotch becomes increasingly painful. It’s like this fucking rat is edging me. He doesn’t want to let me take her now, but he’ll order me to say the most suggestive things until I’m at the point of pain.
I clap my hands. “Alright, let’s make some pizza.”
Truth is, the pizza wasn’t my idea. Surprise, surprise. Ramsay stops me from dumping a whole bowl of olives on top of an already generous amount of pineapple. “Calm down. She’s going to think you’re a psycho if you put that many toppings on. Stick with some ham and call it a day.” Now this guy is telling me what to eat? If only he had a passion for fitness and nutrition, my life would be perfect.
I look at Charlotte’s pizza as she carefully places a slice of onion. Her food looks more like a work of art. All the toppings are evenly distributed. “Done,” she says, taking one last look at her creation with her hands on her hips.
The oven beeps behind us. “Perfect timing.” I place both of our pizzas in the oven. When I glance back toward Charlotte—she’s sitting on top of the counter, wine glass empty, lips dark red, devouring me with her gaze. “What should we do until they’re done?” she asks, and I know for certain she already has something in mind.
“Slowly walk toward her, push her legs apart, pull her panties to the side and eat her pussy.” It sounds so vulgar coming from his mouth, but it’s actually what my dick begs me to do.
“I have an idea,” I say in a low, husky tone, walking toward her.
Her chest heaves as I approach, and when I gently touch her knee, she sighs, shuddering. God, Ramsay was right. She’s so aroused. The anticipation nearly kills her as I get closer, my eyes not leaving her face as my hands trail up the smooth skin of her thighs. I push myself in between her legs, and she welcomes me, reaching for me when I’m pressed against her.
I want to give in to her demands, allow my throbbing cock to rub against her cunt as her lips meet mine, but Ramsay stops me, the bastard. He pushes her back, using my body as a vessel for his wish. She studies me curiously until I slowly drop to my knees. She lies down on the granite, spreading her legs wide for me.
“Gently now. Slowly move those juicy panties to the side,” Ramsay whispers. I do as he says. Last time, I didn’t get a chance to appreciate this part of her body. Sure, I felt its glorious effects as she gripped my cock, but now I get to see the true beauty between her legs. I could kiss that damned rat.
“Now blow on her cunt. I want to see it clench.” I watch in pure wonder as her legs shake and her pussy seeps more liquid. “Jeremy!” she cries out. God, he knows her well. She’s so wet, I can’t help but bring my mouth to the velvety skin.
Ramsay tugs on my hair. “Not yet!” But I fight against him, needing her taste on my tongue. Charlotte cries from above me as I increase my tempo, trailing my tongue up and down her tender valleys. Her noises heighten, and she reaches between her legs and grabs my hair. I’m too lost, my cock dripping inside my jeans. I don’t stop until I hear her scream.
I jerk up, assessing her. She’s terrified, bringing her legs onto the counter and pulling into herself. “What’s wrong?” I ask.
“There’s a rat on your head!”
I pat my uncapped head, realizing she must have knocked off my hat when she reached for my hair. “Oh, that’s Ramsay, don’t worry about it.” I’m still not thinking clearly, my dick taking all the blood from my head.
“What? You know there’s a rat on your head?” She gets on all fours, scooting backwards off the counter.
“You’re an idiot,” Ramsay says with a sigh.
She screams so loud I’m sure my neighbors will call the police. I grab Ramsay and place him on the counter, moving toward her. “Charlotte, calm down. He’s not really a rat. He’s a man trapped in a rat body.”
She shakes her head, backing toward the door. “I knew Ghostlight Falls had some odd occurrences, but this is too much.”
“Charlotte, wait. He’s been helping me. I just like you so much, and so does he, and he’s better at words and actions. I just needed some guidance.”
“I think that’s a little too much information, buddy.” We both look toward Ramsay at the counter. “But Charlotte, trust me, I had big plans for you tonight. You would have appreciated this partnership,” he says.
She shakes her head. “This is too fucking weird. I’m going home.” She races toward the front door.
“Charlotte, no wait. I can explain more.”
“Goodbye, Jeremy,” she says, slamming the door in my face.
The oven beeps. “Looks like the pizza is done,” Ramsay says from behind me as I rest my forehead against the peephole.
The girl of my dreams is gone—probably never wants to see me again. And now I’m all alone, incredibly horny and my only company is an equally horny rat.
