teasing my clit with tension, and I bit my lip to hold in a moan.
There was fire in his eyes, an unspoken dare to see how far we could take this. I trailed my fingers down his chest until they landed at the button of his jeans. Unclasping it, I slid down the zipper, making sure to brush my knuckles along his erection.
Rogue Kelly moaned. The sounds coming from his chest turned primal as I dipped behind the waistband of his jeans and boxers to pull out his dick, already slick with precum. It was thick. Good god, he was huge. I trailed the protruding veins with the tip of my finger, lightly scraping a path with my nail.
“You gonna stare, or are you gonna do something?” Rogue asked, though his voice was laced with that smokey tone that he’d used in his backyard when he’d kissed me.
My eyes flashed to his once more. “Why do I have to do all the work?”
I knew what he was doing. He was testing me. Seeing if I would react like the bashful virgin that I really was. But I liked keeping him guessing. Maybe Godfrey had rubbed off on me, or maybe I just never did like to back down from a challenge. Rogue wanted to call me on my bluff, but now that I wasn’t shying away, he was unsure if I was lying or not. Plus, the game had changed. It wasn’t just him taunting me sexually. I was taunting him too, and we were both enjoying it. We both liked a little fight.
I glanced outside through the tinted windows and saw that we were only about ten minutes from his estate. While I was distractedly staring at the historic houses towering over the street, Rogue lifted me off his lap and slammed me down onto the bench seat, making a puff of air escape me.
In the next second, he’d shoved his jeans and boxers down and yanked out a condom from his pocket. Pulling the rubber over his cock, I tried not to think about why he kept condoms in his pocket. Rogue wasn’t mine. Jealousy was a pointless emotion where he was concerned.
He wasted no time in bracing on top of me, pressing my body into the leather. We didn’t kiss again. It skirted intimate, and neither of us could handle actually feeling something about each other. Instead, he positioned his cock at my entrance, looking at me with that devilish grin that I used to dream about. “You gonna tell me the truth now, Scar? You gonna tell me how this pretty pussy is untouched?”
He inched closer, barely breaching inside of me, and I whimpered. I balled my hands into fists and pounded at his chest, pushing him away, and then in the next second, I wrapped my hands at his neck and pulled him back.
I placed my lips at his ears, darting my tongue out against the sensitive part of his flesh before whispering the words I hoped would destroy his ego. “If I were untouched, you think I’d let you be my first, Rogue Kelly?”
He immediately pulled back, his expression a mixture of dark anger and greedy desire. Narrowing his eyes, he moved his hips, bumping against my entrance once more. “I think you’re half ready to beg me, Scar.”
A gasp escaped me, and another thrill raced down my spine. How far could I let this game go? How much more could I handle? Did I want him to stop?
“Say it,” he ordered maliciously, just as he pushed closer, pressing against that barrier that held my innocence to remind me of his challenge.
My pulse was racing, warning me that once we went too far, there was no going back. Why the fuck did that idea excite me so damn much? “Say what?” I asked before pressing against him, daring him to take this all the way.
“Tell me you’re a virgin. And then tell me you want my cock to fuck your pussy. Admit that you want me,” he demanded, his voice hard. “Me. Not anybody else.”
“No.”
Rogue shoved his hand up my shirt and grabbed my breast, kneading my flesh in an almost painful way. I arched my hips up to meet him, panting as he pressed dangerously farther. One exhale, and Rogue would be inside me. One fucking exhale.
“Tell me, Scar. Tell me you aren’t the Trash Whore everyone thinks you are. You’re an innocent, inexperienced virgin, and the only cock you want inside of