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“Such a smartass,” he teases, taking a sip of his wine, eyes sparkling behind the rim. “I enjoy flying airplanes.”
I choke. “The ones in the sky?”
He grins. “No, the ones that fly underwater.” I scowl. It was a dumb question but I’m shocked, okay?
“So, you have a pilot’s license?”
“Yep. When I'm not doing that, I'm rebuilding cars.”
I look at him skeptically. “I've never seen you do either of those things. No mentions of it online.”
He puts a hand to his heart. “Aww, Darling. You googled me.”
Embarrassed, I roll my eyes. “Shut up.”
“I do it during the off season. I'll show you sometime.”
My heart sinks and he must have realized his mistake as well because he clears his throat, taking another sip of his wine. Smoothly, he recovers fast, standing and holding out a hand to me.
“Come, Rayne, Darling. We have some fondling to do.”
Smiling, I take his hand. He pulls me up to him, and his head bows, lips fluttering over my nose. His hand cups my jaw, turning me toward him as his lips capture mine. Slow and intimate until it isn’t. Desperation soon takes over, causing every inch of my body to ache. His hands grasp my thighs, lifting me up his body until he is holding me. Lips descend down my neck as he walks me out of the room and back into the library.
We do things that would make every author in this library gasp and clutch their pearls.
Chapter 19
@BransonLexington: “I’m an addict.”
Branson
There are many things I don’t enjoy when I wake up. For instance, the blaring of my alarm. The sound is the epiphany of dread. I don’t like phone calls, mainly from my dad. I don’t like the sun shining in through the windows. Not even the first burst of light peeking over the horizon that thousands of people wake up early just to see. I have been accused of being a sociopath, but I’ve never willingly woken up to stare at sun rays that can cause solar retinopathy, pterygium, cataracts, and blindness. So, you choose who actually deserves that title.
Rayne's body is lightly covered in sweat, her head thrown back, exposing the smooth curve of her jawline, the silk of her delicate neck. Her hair brushes over my thighs as her chest moves with each breath, each thrust, as she chases her fourth orgasm this morning. I want to wake up like this forever. This is the only way I should ever have to wake up. Especially after the amazing date we had last night.She comes, her pussy spasms and squeezes my dick like a vise. Her chest heaving as her head lowers to mine. My dick, my legs, my bed soaked.
“Again,” I whisper.
“I-I don’t think I can do it again. I came so hard—”
Before she can finish her excuse, I’m thrusting up into her. A sharp gasp, followed by a moan, rushes past her lips. My hand wraps around the back of her neck, my other on her hip, as I thrust into her again. Smothering her moans with my mouth as I thrust faster, harder, deeper, until I am spilling into her spasming pussy.
Her body feels limp atop mine. My hand is still wrapped around her neck. I suck the breaths that fall harshly from her lips, taking them as my own. There isn’t anything that belongs to Rayne that I don’t want to take, own, and possess.
Grabbing her by her hips, I lift her off me. Scooting down until her swollen pussy, drenched in our cum, is over my mouth. I lick. My cum and her release mixed together in my mouth. She gasps again as I suck her lips and clit into my mouth. Slightly penetrating the soft skin with my teeth. She comes again, thrashing, her pussy rolling over my face. And I drink my reward.
“Something about my cum coming out of your pussy makes me lethal, Darling.”
She scoots down until her head rests on my chest. I’ve never been one for cuddling, but then again, I’ve never licked my cum out of someone before. With Rayne it is different. Primal. I am more fucking lethal for this woman than I was for anyone else on this earth.
I wrap her up in my arms. Fighting the urge to kiss her hair. Because I don’t do that shit either. Last night was the only time I let myself create an unrealistic picture of how it was like to be with me. It wasn’t hearts and rainbows. I was a predator, with a mood swing that ran hot and cold. Never warm. Some bipolar problems I refuse to have fixed. It might kill my charm, destroy my image, demolish my “spark”.
Her breaths even out as she pulls me tighter, wrapping herself around me. Like she’s afraid I’d leave. She has no clue what she’s gotten herself into.
“Why don’t we stay in bed today? Skip the whole filming thing.”
I feel her warm laugh on my chest as she shakes her head. “No, it’s the last take before we take a three-month break, we can’t just skip.”
Humming, I say, “I strongly disagree. Let the others carry the show for a while. We’ve been doing it all season.”
