Page 101 of Pretty Broken Wings
“C’mon, little bird. We both know you’re jussst in this for the… money.” He hiccups.
“I’ll get rid of him,” I grind.
“Touch me.”
The demand rocks through me, and I freeze. Raven wants me to… touch her?
“Fucking touch me.” Raven’s voice is a growl now, and she grinds into my dick so hard it makes light shoot across my blurry vision.
She’s doing this because Axel’s here. It hurts. It hurts a lot. But then, I steel myself. Raven’s made no lies about why she’s here, unlike Jess. Raven just wants me to help her get back at Axel. Nothing more, nothing less. I can do that.
I can do that.
I slip my hands out from behind my head, moving them across her shoulders and down her back. I trace her gently, figuring out where she is.
Raven just grinds into me impatiently.
What does she want? Does she want me to take control?
I swallow, my throat tight. I don’t know if I can take control right here, right now. I don’t know what I’m doing.
But I won’t hesitate. That’s what I did last time, and it wasn’t enough.
So I wrap my arm around Raven, buckling her elbow enough that I can lift my hips up, flipping us so I’m on top of her.
Raven sucks in a startled breath, then she’s stiff again. She’s stiff under me, all through her torso and legs. Her breathing is startled and choppy.
Fuck. I bury my head between the couch and her ear, muttering low so Axel can’t hear it.
“You okay?”
There’s a moment where Raven doesn’t respond, and that scares me. I lift some of my weight off her so I can try to look at her. She’s mostly blurry, but I squint to see if I can see her face.
There’s the shifting of clothes, and Axel moves across the room. Raven’s head turns to watch whatever he’s doing, and then she’s back facing me. She kisses me fiercely, and I don’t expect it. It makes me jump as Raven chases after my lips, biting and sucking on my bottom lip hard enough to hurt.
“Play with me,” she demands in a frantic, husky voice.
I don’t like it. Raven doesn’t seem okay. She seems rushed and upset.
But then she grabs my right hand and yanks. When I let the weight off it, she pulls it down her torso and to the band of her pants.
I suck in a breath as my fingers brush her silky skin.
I shouldn't do this. But she wants me to. Team Fuck All Men, or whatever.
Then, she’s pushing my hand farther, and I suck in a breath as my fingers brush silky curls. Fuck. My dick is so hard it fucking hurts.
Then her gravelly voice says, “Be a good boy and touch me.”
That does it. I can’t refuse anything Raven tells me to do. I slide my fingers into her curls, then farther, where I meet wetness. She’s soaked, and it startles me.
I thought this was just a game?
Raven’s hips arch into my touch, and she lets out a breathy moan. I can’t hold back my own, pressing my fingers down, feeling her body, brushing my fingers across her, noticing when she tenses under me. So I brush that part again, what must be her clit, because she sucks in a breath of air that doesn’t sound like it’s for show.
I go after that spot, gently rubbing it up and down and round and round. Raven shifts her hips more when I circle it, and I’m not sure if she’s trying to get away from the touch or if she’s trying to get more.
Slowly, I let off the pressure. Raven chases my fingers more. So I press slightly harder, and she sucks in another breath.
