Soulless (Lawless #2)(31)
I reached up and ran my finger over the bite mark and Ti smiled, knowing exactly what it was I was thinking. I tucked some of the crazier pieces of her hair behind her ears. “You’re downright adorable when you wake up, you know that?” I said.
“I am?” She bit her bottom lip and blushed like she was shy. Like I hadn’t taught her how to ride my cock like a f*cking champion the night before.
“Yeah, in a ‘I’d like you to ride my cock again’ kind of way,” I informed her, rubbing my palm over my already hard shaft to show her what she was doing to me. What she did to me. Her gaze dropped to my hand, her tongue darting out to wet her lips and it was all I could take. I sat up and pulled Ti back down on top of me for a kiss. I had to go. But I had a few minutes. Maybe ten minutes.
Half hour tops.
A throat cleared, and we both looked up to find Rage, in all her pink T-shirted glory, staring down at us and our naked entangled limbs with a mixed expression of confusion and disgust.
Ti cuddled closer, pressing her tits up against me to shield herself from our visitor, yet Rage only seemed bored by our nakedness. She shooed Pancakes off the La-Z-Boy and took his seat. He whimpered, but only moved as far as her feet then dropped down on the floor. He propped his snout on his paws, continuing his creepy coyote voyeurism. I turned my attentions from Pancakes back to Rage. “You gonna leave so we can get dressed, or you joining us?” I asked sarcastically, which earned me an elbow to my ribs by Ti.
“Ugh.” Rage rolled her eyes.
“So you’ve never…?” Thia asked, sitting up without covering herself.
Rage picked at her nails. “Oh yeah. I totally have. I just don’t understand what the big deal is.”
I gave Ti’s ass a squeeze and she jumped. “Then you need to find someone else to f*ck,” I informed her. “Come on, baby, we got business to finish.” I stood up from the couch, my heavy cock bobbing up and down as I scooped Ti up into my arms. She yelped in surprise. “We’ll be right back.” I carried her down the hall into the nearest open door, which happened to be a small yellow-tiled bathroom. I set her down on the counter and slammed the door shut. I didn’t waste a single second before grabbing her knees and spreading her legs. I pulled her toward me so that her * was flush with the edge.
“I feel bad that we just left her,” Ti said, although the way her head fell back and her mouth parted when I circled her clit with two fingers told me she couldn’t have felt that bad about it.
“I can go get her if you want her to watch.” I wagged my eyebrows. Of course I was joking. It’s not that Rage wasn’t hot because she was. I just wasn’t attracted to girls who look like high school cheerleaders, but packed enough explosives to level neighborhoods. It wasn’t really my deal.
I looked down at Ti’s glistening *. My deal was wet, ready, and right in front of me.
“That’s not what I meant,” Ti said, groaning as I pushed my cock inside of her. “Hold on to the counter,” I ordered and for once she did as she was told and gripped the edge, using it as leverage to push back against me when I thrust into her.
“I know that’s not what you meant,” I said, reveling in the feeling of her tight warmth. “Preppy’s the only one I’d let watch anyway.” I hadn’t realized I’d said the last part out loud until Ti responded.
“You’ll have to tell me about that,” she said, slowly circling her hips to allow me deeper access.
“Fuck, that’s good, baby,” I said. I learned very quickly that when I praised Ti while we f*cked, she took whatever it was I was praising her about and raised that shit to the next level. Which is exactly what she did when she pushed down with her hands, raised her ass off the counter and ground her * around my cock.
“Yeah, I’ll tell you someday,” I agreed, unsure of how the f*ck we were having a conversation. The chords in my neck strained as she tensed around me, strangling my cock.
Ti must have been thinking the same thing because then she said, “But not now, Bear. Now, you just have to shut up and f*ck me.”
So I did.
Hard.
I f*cked her until her head slammed so hard against the mirror that it cracked and pieces of it fell all around us, but we still kept f*cking. She sunk her teeth into the flesh of my shoulder and drew f*cking blood, probably to get back at me for the night before. Her red, blood-stained lips when she smiled up at me only made me hold on to her tighter. Thrust deeper. Harder. Faster. She ground up against my cock until she was screaming my name and her * was tightening around me like a f*cking vise. I held back until I was sure she was recovering from coming and then I exploded inside of her so hard I went temporarily f*cking blind.
Fuck I love this girl.
After we recovered and showered I took off in the truck, but not before promising Ti that I’d be back the very next day for her. In return I made her promise she wouldn’t drug Rage again. Rage who, while my girl and I were saying our goodbyes outside, stared at us from inside the house, through the screen, like we were animals in the zoo and everything we did and said to each other was something out of the pages of National Geographic.
If I hadn’t carried Ti off to the bathroom, I was positive Rage would have watched us go at it. She hadn’t hidden her curiosity from us, although I don’t think her curiosity about sex was a sexual thing, if that makes any sense. I think the girl was more curious about why sex didn’t appeal to her or what it was everyone else seemed to get out of it. Which to me was f*cking crazy considering I would seriously and gladly hand over a limb, any one of them, except the one between my legs, to be able f*ck Ti every day.