Mr. Bossy Devil - Lindsey Hart Page 0,46
where he regains the common sense he’s lost over the past few weeks and tells me I’m not his type, which is harsh, in a lot of ways. I feel really, really bad for thinking it because it’s not fair to me, and it’s not fair to Raiden either.
“We’re really doing this then?”
“Yes.” The awe in his tone makes me feel dizzy. Or maybe that’s the lack of oxygen since Raiden is heavy, and I can’t expand my lungs properly with him squashing me. I’m not complaining, though. Sometimes, it’s nice to be squashed.
“I don’t have a condom.”
That brings me up short, and I squirm beneath Raiden so I can look up at him. “I’m on the pill. I’ve been on it for years, and I trust it. I never miss one. I also haven’t been with anyone in over six months, and I get tested—”
“Me too,” Raiden says. “Yes, I trust you. Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” It’s true. I do. I do because I once loved you in a completely different way—not as a brother, but as my best friend. Maybe that should make this weird, but it doesn’t. If anything, it makes it better.
Suddenly, Raiden’s whole body goes rigid, and confusion sweeps over me. I’m worried I said or did the wrong thing. My lady cave is also worried I said and did the wrong thing because she’s afraid she’s not going to see any action. I get this sudden and clichéd mental image of a cave that’s unused for so long, bats fly out of it, and I nearly whimper in frustration for both me and my box.
“You’ve changed your mind?” Those words might be the most painful ones I’ve ever spoken.
“No.” Raiden grinds out as he shakes his head. He looks like he’s in pain, and I quickly wriggle under him because I’m worried I might have trapped one of his balls at a funny angle or something. “Please don’t move…”
“Why…oh! Are you…is this…do you normally…”
“Do I have a problem with premature ejaculation? Not that I know of. Not until it came to you.”
This time I can’t help but giggle. It starts out as a small, normal laugh, but it grows and grows until I’m shaking below Raiden. He still has this pinched expression on his face like he’s been battling extreme constipation for a few days.
“I know it’s not funny,” I get out between giggles. “I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you. I’m sure it’s a compliment like you said. And if it happens, it happens. Whatever. We’ll just find something else to do until you’re ready to use it properly.”
“Ready to use it properly? They might as well write that shit down on my headstone now since I’m going to die from embarrassment right away.”
“Don’t.” I swivel my hips upward, and when I feel the bulge in Raiden’s shorts, I gasp. With my lady cave. It’s an internal gasp because heck yeah, the hardness feels really, really good, and I know if I could just grind and rock against it a few times, the throbbing going on in my belly and lower regions might let up a little bit.
“Do you have any idea how perfect you are?” Raiden groans. He kisses me so thoroughly that I can’t answer before he made his way down my chin. He doesn’t stop there, and I think he has a unique brand of torture in mind for me just to punish me for laughing at him. Not that I’m complaining.
He manages to support himself with one hand as he cups my breast with the other. He’s a master with those hands, and he knows what he’s doing because, in less than a second, he has my already hard nipple rolled between his thumb and index finger. I’m just wearing a thin lace bra since I can’t stand underwire, and I think Raiden knows that too. He then takes my nipple into his mouth, dress, bra, and all.
“Stop!” I beg. Raiden instantly stops. His mouth freezes, his body goes completely still. “No,” I moan. “Not stop, stop. I mean, just…just get inside me already…”
“That’s hardly any fun.” Raiden pulls back, scraping his teeth over my nipple as he goes. I hiss at the exquisite pain.
“I don’t care about fun. And I’m sure you’re good for another few rounds.”
“Are you?” The teasing tone in his voice is evident.
The hair on every bit of my body stands on end. “Yes!”
“Well then…” Raiden claims my lips like it’s seriously going out of