Page 51 of RAKEish

Scott leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. “Oh, Doc,” he whispered, his voice a mixture of humor and desire. “With every moment I spend with you, my idea of the perfect woman gets rewritten.”

She tried to be upset, but instead heard herself laugh. “What? Did you just add: must wear silk underwear to your definition?”

“On the contrary. Cotton panties are now my new favorite thing.”

His smooth words—words she believed—sent a new wave of heat coursing through her, washing away any embarrassment. She had him turned on. A thrill of confidence swept through her. Her journey into the world of bad girl sex was going to satisfy his cravings as much as it did her own. “If that’s the case,” she purred, “why am I still wearing mine?”

“Because when I take them off, I plan on enjoying every fucking moment.”

“Oh.” Lux melted into him, letting go and surrendering to Scott’s overpowering charisma as his lips crashed down on hers.

When he pulled away, she whispered, “This is even better than the fantasy.”

“Share with me the fantasy,” Scott whispered, his breath a tender brush against her skin as he turned her around and slowly began undoing each of the buttons that ran down her back.

“We were at a bar. I was perched on a bar stool; you were lounging at a table. Our eyes met, a moment of electric connection, then I shyly looked away.”

“And then what?” Scott asked, brushing his lips against exposed skin.

She giggled, the brush of his lips tickling. “I ordered a Screaming Orgasm, just to catch your attention. When I glanced back, I caught you still watching me, a hint of intrigue in your eyes.” It was easier to weave her fantasy with him behind her, where he couldn’t see if she blushed as she made stuff up. “I shifted, uncrossed my legs, and slowly recrossed them, allowing you to see up my skirt. To know I wore a black cotton thong beneath.”

He groaned, sounding quite appreciative. “And then what?”

“You rose from your table and approached me with the confidence of a man who’d never heard a woman say no.”

“You’ve told me no.” He bit her shoulder as he pushed her dress over it, allowing the material to pool at her feet.

“Without a word, you offered your hand, a silent invitation to an adventure,” she said, as he slowly turned her around so that she faced him wearing nothing but CAKES and a thong.

“And then what” he growled, reaching out to free her nipples.

She swallowed. “We left the bar and took the elevator to the top floor…to the penthouse. While riding the elevator, you pushed me against the wall, slipped your hand up my dress, and my clit rode your thumb.” The last phrase came out sounding awkward. Had she said it wrong? No matter. He didn’t seem to notice. “But before I found my release, the door opened, and you swept me up in your arms and brought me here…to your hotel room. Did I mention we don’t even know each other’s name?”

Scott gently cupped her face, his thumbs caressing her cheeks. “Then let’s make your fantasy a reality,” he said, his voice deep and seductive. “Alone in the room I stripped you of everything but your panties, pushed you against the door, and took your mouth in a kiss that didn’t pretend to be nice.” His mouth crashed down on hers. The kiss hard and delicious. Then he pulled back. “My hand found your wet pussy, and I pinched your clit through your cotton panties causing you to whimper and push against my hand.”

When his hand did what his lips said, she moaned.

“Take your panties off,” he ordered.

“But I’m a good girl,” Lux said, not sure if his command was part of the fantasy or not.

“Not tonight, Doc. Tonight, you’re a real bad girl. Now, take off your panties.”

He cupped her sex, and she moaned. “Yes, sir.” She wiggled out of them and handed them to him. “Now what?”

“Unzip my pants and pull out my cock.” He held her panties to his nose and inhaled.

She fumbled with his belt but did as he said. The anticipation of what would happen next was unbearable, a sweet torment. Lux’s eyes fluttered closed as she felt the full length of him in her palm. “Much bigger than in my fantasy.”

He groaned, and his lips crashed down on hers, moving with a purpose that sent waves of heat coursing through her body. Lux leaned into the kiss, her hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the unsteady beat of his heart under her fingertips.

Scott deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing her lips before delving inside, exploring her mouth with a fervor that mirrored her own growing passion. The kiss was a dance, a perfect synchronization of desire and response, as if they were two parts of a whole that had finally found their match.

Lux’s world narrowed down to the sensation of Scott’s lips on hers, the taste of him, the feel of his body so close. The room, the outside world, her own doubts—all of it faded into insignificance in the wake of the overwhelming sensation of being kissed by him.

When they finally broke apart, breathless and flushed, Lux looked up into Scott’s eyes, and saw in them a reflection of her own desire and excitement. “It’s your fantasy now,” she said. “What happens next?”

He walked over to the bed, grabbed a pillow, and brought it back to where she stood. He dropped it on the floor.

---