Page 17 of Rushed

Keenan

“So now that ya know my name, will ya be usin’ it carelessly? I have a reputation to uphold, ya know,” Rush asks playfully, while he’s clearing the trash from our spontaneous lunch date.

“No, I have no intention of ruining your reputation,Rush.”

“I doubt that could happen, Keenan.” As he tosses the last of the containers, Rush turns with that dangerous glare I saw before. It sends tingles to all the right places.

This could be the end of our lunch date, or a total mood killer, but I need to say this. “I know what you said back at the club last night about me making a choice, but as you noticed, I didn’t stay—”

“Aye, I definitely noticed, and I didn’t blame ya a bit. Yer evenin’ went from pleasurable to sideways in a matter of twenty minutes. Mick is a feckin’ arsehole. He knows he’s not allowed in the club, and he was lookin’ for any excuse to take me on in the cage. With the publicity he gained last night, he’ll be getting’ his wish.” He comes around the side of the table where I stand, adds the last of the liquid libation to my glass, and strokes his fingers across the side of my face where Mick hit me. He’s gentle, revering the marred skin like an artist stroking their precious painting.

“I wish he hadn’t involved ya.” The simple touch makes me turn to putty in his hands.

“There’s a lot of things I wish to remember, and forget, but I can honestly say last night isnotsomething I wish to forget. Troy may not have told you much about me before I was invited to your club, but I’ll tell you, I have nothing to hide.

“I don’t have memories before my accident, so for me to start erasing the newly made ones is foolish.” My voice is filled with lust. As I try to keep a clear head, Rush’s stare cuts through me. He caresses my face, running his finger deftly down the edge of my jaw and along my neck, sending shivers coursing throughout my body. Something so innocent creates an illicit response from my already jacked libido that I can’t deny. I can’t deny him, or my need for him.

“I want ya, Keenan. But I don’t share. So it’s on my terms, or not at all.”

I reach up and palm his masculine face. His hard cheekbones, strong jaw and sensuous lips—everything about him makes the whole package insanely gorgeous. Add in the white faded scars from who knows how many fights, and he is way too much to handle.

Looking into his eyes, I try to express my fears. “I have nothing. No past stories to regale you with, no childhood memories, and zero history of family. But, if you can handle the girl I am now, I can be what I am today.”

His groan is rough and throaty. “God, woman, ya have no idea.” And with that, his mouth is on mine.

Cue the puddle of mush.

His kiss is intense. A pure rush of lust flies through my body as our tongues dance, teeth smash, and lips crush against each other. His massive hands hold the sides of my face as his thumbs gently cup below my ears, stroking the edge of my neck. My pulse is racing from something so innocent and reverent, and I’m having a hard time controlling my desire. I want him stripped bare. I want to see all of him. I may have felt his cock through his jeans last night—feeling its length and size—but to be able to handle it in the flesh, I think I’ll coo and whimper.

I’m falling apart in this man’s hands from just a kiss, and I wonder what it would be like to go further than we have.

At the club, he made me dance a line of indecency and sexual tension that I couldn’t escape. I was being marked. Now, I want everything he can give me. I’ll gladly take it all.

Reaching around to his backside, I grasp his ass in one hand, holding his body close to mine, while stroking his chiseled stomach muscles under his flimsy T-shirt with the other. Hitching in a breath, he groans into my mouth, and it’s sexy as hell. Being this close, I can feel his engorged cock, straining against the button of his jeans, pressing against my body. The sound of him anticipating the promise of something more, has me moistening my silk barely-there thong. This strong, sexually driven man is no stranger to teasing, so to hear him enjoying what I offer turns me on deeply. Breaking the kiss off, leaving a little peck on my forehead, Rush traces a finger down my nose before planting a quick kiss on my lips.

“Ya know what my club is, Keenan. Can ya handle what I offer? I’m not the gentle PG version.” The storm in his eyes is turbulent, reflecting the storm brewing inside the man. “I’m a great deal of work. As you’ve seen, there’s more to me, and I won’t hide what I need.”

I look down at his hardened length, then back up to his molten gaze. I’m sure my own eyes reflect how badly I want to take this further. “I suggest you make your move now, or I’m kicking you out and doing it alone.” I smile a cheeky grin of mischievousness as I undo the button on his Calvin’s.

That’s all it takes to give him permission. Moving forward, knocking me backwards onto my rented bed, his dangerous grin tells me I won’t be in control. I think I can handle that.

“I held back at the club, as I don’t like to announce my needs, Kitten.” His jeans hit the floor in a heap. The black Henley is tossed across the room, and his very wide, very long cock stands at attention, sans boxers.

“Strip,” he commands.

Sitting up at the edge of the bed, I slowly drag the scarf away. Lifting the sweater, bit by bit, I reveal the tank that still hides it all. His gaze is hooded, full of fervor and a promise of what’s to come. Fast. Fucking. Glory. But I like trying to hold him back. I like that he’s being patient, even though it’s apparent it’s taking a great deal for him to do so.

He watches a little while longer, before finally breaking his silence. “Too slow,” he demands. “The longer ya make me wait, the pleasure will become pain. Ya’ll scream out, pantin’ for my dick to fill ya. Ya’ll be cryin’ out for it, and the need to come will be so painful, but I’ll make ya hold off.” His grin is dangerous. His dimples are tucked so tight that I’m sure he’s eating his own cheeks. “Is that what ya want, Kitten? Or do ya want to strip like the good girl I told ya to be?”

“You want me to rush, Rush? Well, you’re getting a show to go with that ultimatum.” I scoot back on the bed and peel back the top of my leggings. I slowly creep them down my hips, leaving the panties in place. Lifting each foot one by one, the slinky material shifts down tediously until the first leg is free, then I raise the other and pull. With a pop, the leggings fly off my foot and land on the television, causing me to giggle. Rush smiles, strained and tight, as he watches the show. Pulling off my tank, the satiny blush pink bra and matching panties are all that stand in the way now. His eyes dance gleefully, as his smile turns up the corners of his mouth.

Stroking his perfect teeth with his tongue makes me anxious for this dangerous game I’m about to start. But I’ve started now, so there’s no holding back. I know this slow arousal is exciting me more than him. He’s probably watched this weekly at his club, but I’m going to do my best. I want to. I feel enticed to give him something only I can at this moment in time.

Rush steps away from the bed and sits in the chair, naked. He crosses his arms across his expansive chest and nods. “Go on then, darlin’. Let’s see a show, shall we?”

Closing my eyes, I lay back. Running my hands across my leg, I stroke the soft skin, imagining Rush’s hands doing just this. I watch only him as I move my knees. I push them out gently until my legs splay, revealing the apex of my sex. Softly, I pet the inside of my legs from my knees, making my way slowly upwards to the silk guarding my clit. Running along the edge of the band on either side, I graze the sensitive area below and imagine him caressing me with his tongue.

It’s exciting to think of him watching me work my own orgasm. I think of the other night with Cassy and Chanel, where their pleasure and pain was visible as Chanel was unable to move, held in a state of sexual torture. The excitement of being a voyeur was intoxicating, but watching his statuesque form gripped in the state of animalistic arousal, his eyes tell the tale. He’s more than happy with the show.

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