Page 48 of No Fear
Rachel licked her lips, shifting again and his entire body shuddered in response. Shit. He was supposed to be shutting this down. He wasn’t supposed to tell her that he jerked off thinking about her soft hands and soft mouth and even if he did, it wasn’t supposed to turn her on. She was sweet and innocent. No matter what the men in her past had tried to do to her, she was still a virgin. He needed to get a grip but his blood had left his brain hours again and his cock was trying to assert its authority.
“Does that turn you on, Rachel? Knowing that I touched myself thinking about you?”
“Yes.” She whispered softly, her breathing picking up. “I-I-I… what did you think about?”
“This. You. Having you in my lap. Getting my hands and my mouth on those beautiful tits of yours. Finding out how sweet you taste. Sinking inside you and watching you ride me. Wondering what it would feel like to fuck that luscious mouth of yours.”
“Jesus…” Her eyes flickered to his lips and then back to his eyes.
“Yeah, I have a lot of fantasies and you’re the star of every single one of them. I jerk off every night thinking about you. I have since the day we met.” He groaned when her hips shifted again and he fought the urge to buck up and grind against her soft heat until he exploded, “I swear baby, I’m so damn close, one touch and I’m gonna explode so whatever it is you want, you better decide… and fast.”
“I had no idea you could talk like this.” Rachel leaned forward slightly and licked at his lips, “You’re driving me crazy. I want you so bad. It’s all I can think about now.”
He tried to suck her tongue into his mouth but she pulled back too soon.
“Can I see it?”
Fuck. He closed his eyes and swallowed a groan. He wasn’t going to survive this. There was no way. He couldn’t deny her. He didn’t have it in him. But before they jumped into the deep end he at least had to make sure they were on the same page.
“Be specific about what you want, Rachel.”
She worried her bottom lip again, “Take it out, Remy. I want to see you touch yourself.”
Son of a… his hands were on the button of his jeans before his head could talk him out of this. He wanted it. God, he wanted it. Since Rachel was watching his zipper with rapt fascination and licking her lips, he knew she wanted it too. Maybe he would go to hell for taking advantage of their attraction when she was vulnerable but it felt like fucking heaven having her eyes on him as he lowered his pants as much as he could with her hovering over his lap.
“Rach, you gotta…” He sucked in a rough gasp as she slid to the floor.
Shit. Fuck. Damn. Rachel Grant was on her knees in front of him. All of his dreams were coming true. All of the reasons this was a bad idea disappeared in the fog of lust and desire that overpowered him as he shoved his pants down his legs and watched her lick her lips expectantly.
His cock bobbed and smacked into his abs. He was so hard it hurt and Rachel’s face being inches from his dick didn’t help matters. He cupped his hand around the base and squeezed, hard, trying to rein in the need to pump until he could ease the pressure because he needed to come so bad.
This wasn’t about him. He was the one half-naked this time. He was the one about to explode. But this was still all about Rachel. It would always be about Rachel. No matter when or how they came together, she would be the one in charge because he would never risk scaring her.
“Wow.” Rachel’s lips curled slightly, a dirty smile making his chest ache as she looked up at him, “You’re huge.”
He managed a choked groan, “You’re good for my ego.”
“Well, I mean… I may’ve never seen one before in person but I know enough to know what big is. I read.” Rachel tentatively reached forward and then paused, “Can I touch it?”
“Me. Yes. You can touch me. Fuck, yes.”
He made a mental note to ask her what the hell she’d been reading right before she scrambled his brains by wrapping her small hand around his dick. His hips pumped forward automatically and he had to force himself to still when she gasped. Her small, soft hand was too gentle to make him explode but the simple feel of her, the knowledge that it was Rachel touching him, forced him to close his eyes and take deep calming breaths.
“It’s hot and hard but… soft too.” She moved her hand tentatively in a long stroke and he groaned, “Did that hurt?”
“No, baby. It feels fuckin’ fantastic but I need more.”
She met his gaze, “Show me?”
Remy used his free hand to cup her cheek. God, he loved this girl. So shy and tentative but so damn bold and sexy. He’d had no idea she would be like this. He’d had no clue it would turn him on so much knowing he was the first man she’d touched like this, explored like this. That he was the first man to give her pleasure, to teach her what he liked and what she liked in turn, made every part of him swell.
With his other hand, he moved his grip up and covered her smaller hand with his. He squeezed until she gasped again and then pumped himself a couple of times. She was a quick study, moving her hand up and down his shaft with just the right amount of pressure and a slow, dragging motion that was sure to set him off if she kept it up.
“God, Rach…” He closed his eyes and his head fell back. “That’s so good, baby.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He smiled at the question in her voice.
