Rayden stilled, almost like he’d stopped breathing altogether. “We can’t do this now.” He glanced over his shoulder toward the door.
“Jesus, Ray, it’s just a kiss, I’m not going to fuck you.” Irritation laced my words. Denying a woman an orgasm was a surefire way to frustration of epic proportions.
He grinned. “You’re so beautiful when you’re annoyed,” he whispered, his nose rubbing against mine. Goosebumps littered my skin when he ran a slow finger over my lips. “Your eyes sparkle and your cheeks flush a rosy pink,” he added, this time his lips replaced his finger as his hands slid around my waist, drawing me tighter. “You’re not the only one frustrated and I wished we were back home instead of here, but we need to play along...” his words trailed off as he pulled my bottom lip into his mouth and nibbled on it. His maturity, completely unexpected, made his innocence seem like a façade and I immediately regretted taking out my irritation on him.
When his warm tongue slipped inside my mouth and tangled with mine, I moaned low in my throat, relishing the shimmering heat that began low in my belly and radiated through every cell. It washed away thoughts of Lorenzo and his hostility toward me. We’d kissed a few times before, but nothing like this. Rayden took control and I let him and when his mouth turned aggressive, demanding, I moaned. His hands slipped down my back and cupped my ass cheeks, his fingers gentle at first then turning into a wicked grip that had me rubbing my crotch over his. This time, he groaned, and I swallowed his sounds of pleasure.
Breathing just as harshly as me, he drew back for air but didn’t release his hold on me. My gaze traveled down his straight nose, over pink lips just as swollen as mine felt and had me wondering what they’d feel like pressed against my pussy. He must’ve read my mind because his usual innocent smile morphed into a sly grin before his mouth slammed over mine once more. Arching my back, I pressed my chest to his, slipped my hands up his arms and over his shoulders before sliding into his thick hair, the longish curls silk against my massaging fingers. Even with our t-shirts, the heat of his body had me shivering for more.
Leaning back, I pulled off my t-shirt. Eyes the color of turquoise paradise, now dark with lust dropped to my breasts. “Shit, Zee.” His Adam’s apple bobbed slowly, like he took a long, hard swallow. The lacy bra providing an ample view. Despite his restraint, his hard cock flexed under me.
I smiled. “Go on, touch them.” I reached for his hands and placed them on the swells formed by the push-up bra.
He sucked in a sharp breath. His movements were a little awkward at first, the pressure of his squeeze almost uncomfortable. “Fuck,” he cursed on a harsh exhale.
“They’re not going to pop.” I laughed, when he hesitated, his shyness back in place. We hadn’t taken our kisses this far before. “Use your thumbs and roll them over my nipples.”
He did as I instructed, and our low moans mingled and became one as he added more pressure and the tight buds strained against the material. His gaze met mine, glistening with innocence and arousal. I cupped the back of his head and drew him down. “Use your lips and teeth on my nipples,” I whispered. “Suck slowly and bite softly.” The second his hot mouth closed around the first one, the coarse fabric heightened the friction. I gasped, digging my nails into his scalp. “God, that feels so good, Ray. Bite harder,” I coaxed. The stinging sensation of his teeth clamping down had me whimpering and pushing my need a notch higher. My panties unbearably soaked and waiting to be ripped from my body.
I shuddered and he pulled away. Slowly, I arched my back, pushing my breasts into his massaging palms. Anchoring my knees on either side of him, I slid back and forth over the length of his cock. He groaned, melting back into the couch and thrusting upward. Desperate for relief I increased my pace. When I opened my mouth and swept my tongue around his, he circled my waist and grabbed my ass, pushing downward. I groaned against the feel of his rigid shaft snug under my pussy, our rhythm in perfect sync.
“Fuck, Zee.” He broke the kiss. “We need to stop, or I might embarrass myself,” he mumbled between hard inhales.
Smiling, I palmed his cheeks. “If you come it’s not embarrassment. It tells me how turned on you are, and I’ll be lying if I said I don’t want you to fuck me right now.” While I was horny as hell, I was annoyed with myself for letting Lorenzo’s dirty words and experienced touch make me want to use Rayden for my pleasure. Even if I denied it, I had to accept that had Lorenzo gone through with his threat, I wasn’t likely to resist. That was my level of desperation right now to reach that pinnacle of an orgasm. Cursing myself for thinking of him, I allowed Rayden’s soft touch to distract me.
Chapter 11
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RAYDEN (18YRS)
“Don’t stop on my account,” Lorenzo’s sharp statement had me pulling back from Zena’s lips.
He was walking toward the pool table when she slid off my lap and scrambled to pull on her t-shirt. I half-turned to look behind me then took a minute to stand, hoping he wouldn’t notice the tent in my pants. He was a man, he’d understand my dilemma but I didn’t want to give him a reason to ridicule me in front of Zena. Slipping my hands into my pockets, I strolled toward the table.
“You play,” he asked.
