Page 64 of Lunatic
If she thinks she’ll change my mind about touching her, she’s right. I move my hand in the other direction, under her pants.
“When you’re with me, you don’t think about anything other than what I’m doing to you. If you’re a good girl, and come for me, I’ll take you somewhere private, before I fuck you into next week.”
She shakes her head no, but the second I brush her clit with my thumb, she seems to change her mind.
“Raven,” she gasps, as her legs fall to the sides, opening for me.
I push two fingers in her wet pussy, and she bites down on her bottom lip, stifling her moan.
“That’s not allowed, Bianca. Wherever we are, I want to hear you. Your orgasms are mine. You will not keep them from me. Every sound. Every scream. Each breathy moan belongs to me. Understood?”
Releasing her bottom lip, she says “Yes,” and it’s a mixture of a spoken word, and a needy cry.
“That’s my good girl. Give in to me.”
Bianca bucks her hips up, and I continue rubbing her clit and finger fucking her, as she unravels. A soft cry of my name leaves her lips, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes wide with lust. She tends to overthink things, and imagine the worst case scenario, except when I’m making her feel good. When I’m making her come, she forgets all her worries, and just lets herself feel what I’m doing to her.
I remove my fingers from her pants and demand, “Open.”
She parts her lips, and I shove my fingers into her mouth.
“Look at what I do to you, and you choose to run? We both know no other man has ever given you the kind of pleasure I do.”
After she sucks my fingers clean, I remove them, and she flashes me a brief glare.
“Cocky asshole.”
Tilting my head to the side, I chuckle, “Do I lie, pretty girl? Can you honestly tell me I’m wrong?”
Bianca pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, before her lips pull up into a playful grin.
“No, but you’re still a cocky asshole.”
The drive to our new hotel was quiet. Neither of us said much, but he held my hand the entire way, like I was a balloon that might drift away at any moment.
We walk into the hotel room, and I question it.
“Do you have a string of hotels waiting for you to book a room with no identification?”
He chuckles as he pulls me into the bedroom.
“Lucky owns hotels in nearly every state. She feels like she owes me, so I’ll never be told no.”
He pulls my shirt over my head, and tosses it to the floor.
“Why does she owe you?”
Shaking his head, he says, “She doesn’t, but she thinks she does. We met when I found her mid gang rape. They roughed her up bad, but I stopped it, and killed every fucking one of them.”
He removes my bra, and slides it down my arms until it hits the floor.
“But you’ve never been with her?”
Arching an eyebrow, he asks, “Why does this concern you? I’ve never wanted to touch her. Our friendship isn’t like that.”
I fight back the tears.
“Sullivan cheated constantly, and I couldn’t bear going through that again.”
