Page 11 of Rogue
I hold up my free hand, halting her before she can go any further. “Don’t kick me. If you kick me, you’ll open up my stitches.”
“Will I open up your stitches if I kick you in the head?” she whispers.
I nod. “Probably. And let’s face it. You might mess up my face. You like my face. You don’t want to mess it up.”
“You really are something else,” she says. She doesn’t bat my hand away, though. She doesn’t tell me to stop. I press down a little hard, quickening the motion as I continue to tease her clit, and she holds her breath.
“I can stop if you want me to, Soph. I can drag my ass back to my bed, no problem. I get the feeling you don’t want me to, though.”
“You’re an arrogant son of a bitch. What makes you think—”
“Because I can feel how wet you are through your panties, Sophia. And you’re really, really damn wet.”
“Urgh!” She presses her legs together, trapping my hand between them, scowling at me where I’m kneeling on the floor beside her.
“What now?” I ask, grinning at her. “Is this where you pretend to get all upset and make me remove my hand? Huh?” I have just enough room to continue stroking my fingers over her pussy. She tenses, the muscles in her legs locking up. I can see the need in her eyes, which is almost enough to make me forget rational thought. “Oris this when you open up for me and let me slide my index finger and my middle finger deep inside you while I use my mouth on you at the same time.”
“You arenotgoing down on me,” she hisses.
“Why not?”
“Because. I haven’t showered since this morning.” Her scowl deepens, but I can see her true feelings quite plainly in her eyes again. The idea of my tongue lapping at her clit is turning her on. In case I needed any further evidence, I can feel her panties growing even wetter. They’re soaked now. The need to taste her is almost overwhelming, but I manage to restrain myself. I have to wait for her to unclamp her legs from around my arm before I can do anything anyway.
“Sophia,” I whisper. “There’s no one else here. This is just you and me. Are you afraid of me?”
“I should be.”
“Maybe. Butareandshould beare two different things. Are you attracted to me?”
She swallows. It looks like it takes great effort. “Yes,” she says breathlessly.
“Good. And do you think I’m going to hurt you?”
Answering this question takes a little longer. She stares me dead in the eye, not blinking or breathing while she makes up her mind. Eventually she says, “No.”
“Good. Do you think I’m going to try and make you do something you don’t want to?”
She slowly shakes her head.
I quicken my movements, rubbing her a little more firmly. Her eyes practically roll back in her head. “Say it,” I command. “Tell me you know I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to.”
“I know you won’t force me,” she says, sighing. “Oh god…” She closes her eyes altogether.
“Open your legs for me, sugar.”
“No, I—” I begin to pull my hand away, ready to back the hell off, but she locks her legs together even tighter. “How about…atrade?” she asks.
“I’m not very good at compromising.”
“So I’ve gathered.”
“So what do you want to trade?”
“I’ll open my legs…if you let me out of here. I want free roam of the compound. Whenever I want.”
“No. Not happening.” There’s just no fucking way. I tug my hand back, trying to free myself, but she’s got a pretty damn good hold on me.
“You said it yourself, Rebel. I’m safe here. What could be the harm?”
