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“No kissing,” he says drily. The sting from the rejection is washed away by hot pleasure when he bends his knees and thrust his hips up so that his heavy cock rubs against mine. His groan is deep and sexy, and I see stars from the rough friction. But his words ring in my head again.
No kissing. No touching. I might need a rulebook with this guy.
“Tell me why, Ollie,” he orders me with another firm thrust. God, he feels so fucking good. If this is the technique he was talking about, sign me up.
But I need to focus. I can lie to him again and make it good this time—my life with Dick has honed my abilities as a master bullshitter—still, the thought leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.
I can walk away…but bullshitting myself? That I never do. I want him, badly. Walking away isn’t an option, not before I feel his massive beauty pumping inside of me.
So, the truth it is, but…“If you want to know why I followed you, I want something in exchange.”
He remains silent. His searing gaze is steady on me. Waiting.
I stare at his lips, silently telling him what I want.
He must get it because his body stiffens against me. Wariness fills his eyes.
I enjoy pushing other people’s limits. Have done it since I was a kid. It has become natural to me. I do it without even being aware sometimes. And I don’t fucking care about overstepping. But this time is different. This time, I have to remind myself that Rague is a big boy and forcing him to do something against his will is ridiculous. Especially for a guy half his size.
He’s still staring at me with a grave look, which only stokes the fire of my desire, and at the same time, almost makes me take my words back. But then he gives me a stilted nod.
“Why?” His voice is alarmingly low, and goosebumps erupt all over my arms.
“I don’t know,” I tell him, quickly adding when I feel his fingers tightening around my wrists, “I swear I don’t. When I saw you getting in your car, I just followed my crazy-ass instinct.”
He frowns at me, his eyes flicking all over my face, looking for something. Probably a sign of deception. But I’m being utterly honest. And it’s fucking embarrassing. I feel heat rising from my neck to my cheeks. I can’t be blushing, damn it!
“If you haven’t realized yet, I’m attracted to you,” I spit out. And just to be blatantly clear I add, “I want to fuck, okay?”
I don’t think it’s humanly possible for his dark brows to go higher than that. The curls falling on his forehead are hiding them completely now. The total surprise on his face would be funny if my cock wasn’t throbbing like a motherfucker.
Fuck this!I suddenly say to myself before crushing my mouth to his. His lips are softer than I expected them to be, which makes me slightly self-conscious about my chapped ones—I forgot to apply lip balm after the fight. Rague’s mouth remains closed while I continue brushing my lips over his. His cock is still hard and heavy against my belly though, proof that he likes what I’m doing. So, I step up my game. I suck lightly on his lower lip and then slick it with my tongue. He finally parts his lips, and I swiftly take advantage, angling my head to the right and pushing my tongue inside. I feel him suck in a breath before carefully opening wider, so that I can deepen the kiss. He tastes sweet and spicy, my new absolute favorite flavor.
His hesitant response turns passionate and aggressive. He’s in total control of the kiss and is devouring me now. The stubble of his jaw scratches against my smooth skin, and the sensation makes my toes curl. I’m eagerly swallowing the animalistic sounds he’s pouring down my throat.
The kiss is commanding and filthy, but I detect a hint of tenderness in the way his tongue searches mine and his lips pause and hover over my mouth.
I push my head back against the car to let some much-needed air into my lungs.
“Fuck. Is there anything you aren’t good at?” I blurt out while panting. A faint blush blooms on his cheeks, but it has to be a trick of the artificial light from the street lamp. Guys like Rague don’t get flushed when complimented.
His fingers let go of my left hand to delicately touch my reddened chin and cheek. His satisfied hum goes straight to my dick. Does he like to see the marks his stubble left on my face?
The cut on my cheek from the fight stings; the wound must be bleeding once more. I probably need to glue it shut when I get back home. Rague lifts his thumb, and I see a drop of my blood on the tip. Looking straight into my eyes, he slowly brings it to his lips and sucks on it. A lusty growl leaves his lips, and my legs almost give out. Holy fuck, he’s so manly. My free hand slides between our bodies to grip his hard cock through the jeans. He grunts, his eyes close for a moment, and when he opens them again, they are two pools of raw desire. His hand drops down and closes over mine, forcing my fingers to curl around his thick length more.
“You want it, kitty?”Kitty again?“My hard, fat cock?” he asks in a gravelly whisper while using my hand to jerk himself off. I swear, I’m about to combust.
He’s so damn wide and rigid. He’ll split me in two if he pushes inside me. And I want him to do it. I want him to break me. My mind and my body are in total agreement. They want my hole to take the place of my hand.
My mouth hangs open at the thought of being stretched by his thick, delicious meat, and I moan like the damn whore I am for it. Rague moves his hips and thrusts into my fist, setting the rhythm. His eyes are on my lips, but he doesn’t try to kiss me again. His knuckles rubbing against my dick are turning my brain into a melting mess.
This is the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me and we still have all our clothes on. I need more. My mouth closes around his lower lip, and I suck hard, enjoying his groan. I give it a bite, and he jolts with what might be surprise but doesn’t pull away.
Instead, he lifts both my hands over my head, making me whimper because I want to keep touching him. He ignores me and transfers my wrists to one hand, and then? He starts humping me furiously against the car. Through my thin sweatpants I can feel him, stiff and heavy, stroking roughly and mercilessly against my weeping cock.
The car handle digs hard into my back, but I don’t fucking care. I’m so damn close. I lift one leg and curl it around his waist to feel him better. He’s kissing me like a madman. I just keep my mouth open and let him take whatever he wants.
As he controls every angle of the kiss with his dominating tongue and restless lips, I jump up and curl my other leg, wrapping my lower body firmly around him. He snarls inside my mouth and grabs a handful of my ass in a bruising grip. He never stops pumping those hips. His fingers keep my arms stretched over my head, and I feel my eyes rolling back. So fucking close.
