I grab her by her nape and attack her mouth with mine. If she wants it rough, I can give it to her just like that. Like a fucking teenager I lose control and throw myself on top of her, making her lie down on the couch. I push her legs open with my knee and press myself onto her, just like I wanted to do when she was at my office the other day.
Fuck, this feels so good, so right.
She crawls away.
“Wait, just wait, Rage,” she cries.
“You don’t want me to stop, this I know.” I climb back up like a hunter on his prey and slide my hand under her T-shirt. We both drown in the sensation of skin on skin. I move my hand until it reaches her perky tits. The texture and warmth are better than I ever imagined.
“Rage…” She gasps. “Seriously, stop.” Her hands are on my chest in a clear gesture that she doesn’t want to continue.
I stop and stand up. I want her badly, but I’m not a fucking rapist.
Guilt and lust are at war on her face, and I take a few steps back, turn around and move my cock to the side.
I knew this would happen.
But I regret nothing.
“Rage… I—” Her tone is apologetic. I can’t stand it.
“I knew what your answer was going to be, kiddo,” I interrupt her. “But I wanted to sample those lips of yours before you left.”
I turn my head to look at her and see she is right behind me. Her big blue eyes are fixed on me, her expression telling me she is confused.
I can work with confusion. Even though she is gunning for him, a part of her really wants me.
She wants me!
“I’m going to be completely and brutally honest with you since we just had a moment of clarity over there,” she says while pointing toward the couch. Sarah clear her throat. “Rage, you know I like you, I know you can read my body language very well. But my mind is focused on finding and joining Bruno. Believe me…”
“Kidd—” I try to interrupt her, but she does to me what I did to her a few moments ago. Her hand on my mouth feels incredible, but her words wound my ego.
“Believe me when I tell you that I wish things were simpler. Sometimes I think that I should hate him for abandoning me here and just dive with you onto that couch.” She runs her thumb along my lower lip, gazing at it with lust.
Fuck. She’s intense.
“But reality is not that simple, and it’s even worse than what I imagined. Bruno didn’t abandon me just because he wanted to. He went looking for his brother, the very same brother he thought was dead for so long. You have to understand I owe him my life. He gave me a life back when I had nothing left. That’s why I have to help him, no matter the cost.” Before she removes her hand from my mouth, I kiss her skin one last time.
“I understand, Kiddo, I really do.” I groan, I’m constantly fighting the urge to pick her up, put her on my shoulders and take her away from here, but I know better. I can’t do that to her, especially because I didn’t know that Bruno has adead-not-deadmissing brother. Who am I to tell her that her mission isn’t worth it? “Are you sure you don’t want to fuck me tonight before leaving?”
She nervously giggles
“Are you sure you don’t want to fuck me tonight before leaving?”
She punches my shoulder at my question, turns around and distances herself from me, laughing.
Does she think I’m joking?
“I’m sure. God knows that I want to. It has been too long since I was properly fucked, but even though it has been hard, I’ve made it this far without.”
Why is she telling me all this? Why is she torturing me this way?
“I can quickly help you with that. Just you, me and the couch, or the floor, or the wall. Anywhere, we could get messy, easily.”
But she says nothing. I’m starting to bethat guy,and she doesn’t want to keep rejecting me. “All right, I can take a hint. I’ll be here tomorrow first thing in the morning. Be ready, okay, kiddo?” I go to her and hug her from behind while pressing my throbbing dick against her butt. “If you change your mind you know where to find me.”
“I know,” she whispers.
