ALL THE RAGE (writer: T.M. Frazier)(32)

“I meant your leg. Did you break your leg?”

“Oh,” I said. I lifted my leg over the tub’s edge so he could see the side of my thigh and pointed. “Sixteen stitches, though.” Nolan reached out and slowly ran the tips of his fingers over the three faded white scars before dropping his hand back into the water. I sat back up and continued on his leg. Again, he moaned at my touch and I found myself biting the inside of my cheek every time he made a sound.

“That must have hurt,” Nolan said, seeming genuinely concerned.

“It wasn’t a big deal, really. I’ve seen worse.”

I’ve inflicted worse.

I continued on his leg, although the muscle was now getting tighter, stiffer than it had been before. “I don’t think this is working,” I said, but before I could move my hands away, he clasped his over them.

“No, it’s f*cking working all right,” Nolan said, his voice rough. His eyes heavier than before, a sleepy look on his face as his eyes dipped down to the front of my shirt. I must have leaned into the water because the entire front of my white tank top was soaked. My hard nipples on proud display. I don’t usually get embarrassed, but something about the way he looked at me had my face flushing red and heat creeping up my neck and cheeks.

I looked to where his large hand had captured my much smaller one. My attentions were suddenly drawn to what I could no longer ignore. His enormous hard-on had surfaced above the water, the tip touching his stomach above his belly button. When his gaze followed mine, it pulsed against the muscles of his chiseled stomach.

My first instinct was to run. But try as I might, my legs wouldn’t listen to me. Nothing would listen to me. Especially not my eyes which were glued to his cock like it was an animal at the new zoo exhibit. “Like what you see?” Nolan asked, without any traces of smart-ass in his voice. His words drew me out of my gawking and I made a move to jerk my hand from his leg but he only held on tighter. “Here, let you show you something,” he offered. “Trust me,” he said. I didn’t trust him. I didn’t trust anyone. But my eagerness to see what he was about to do—my curiosity—was fed by his strained voice.

I didn’t answer him, but I stopped pulling on my hand, allowing it to settle back on his thigh. “That’s a good girl,” Nolan said, his words washing over me. The water was warm and the bathroom was small. It was the reason why I told myself that I felt suddenly hot. Flushed. Although the real reason probably had something to do with the fact that Nolan grabbed my wrist and slowly traced it up his thigh, the way he’d started trailing his hand up my leg in the living room the week before. His muscles twitched and strained against my touch as he dragged my fingertips all the way to where his cock stood proudly out of the water.

Despite having sex with Cody, I’d actually never seen his penis. It had been so dark and all over so fast. I’d zoned out when it all started. Besides having to clean up a mess on my leg, nothing had ever hurt afterward and it was all over so quick, I couldn’t recall a lot of the details.

Nolan took my hand in his, raised it to his mouth and pressed a soft warm kiss to my knuckles, which sent a jolt of electricity up my arm.

Then he surprised me by dragging it back down his abs. I gasped when he wrapped my fingers around his massive cock. The second my palm came into contact with the soft skin surrounding his hardness, it pulsed again. Nolan hissed between his teeth. Wrapping his hand around mine, he started to stroke himself with my hand. Once up and once down. He groaned as we both watched where our hands were connected with his shaft. A full body convulsion, a tingling inside, drew me back out of whatever haze I was temporarily lost in.

I can’t do this.

I tore my hand away and stood. I was almost through the door when Nolan said, “You know what I think? I think you like giving a little bit of that control over to me. I even think you liked it when your little hand was wrapped around my cock.”

Without turning I said the very first thing that came to mind. “Someone once told me that just because I like something, doesn’t mean I should do it,” I said, repeating Cody’s words from when we were kids.

I left, closing the bathroom door behind me.

“Be ready in an hour!” Nolan called through the door, reminding me that he’d said the day before that was taking me out somewhere.

For the first time I thought there might actually be some truth to Cody’s words after all. Although now I knew it had nothing to do with liking to destroy.

And everything to do with Nolan Archer.

Nolan

I’d been around a lot of different people in my short life. Academics, jocks, bikers, junkies, and all sorts of girls.

Never anyone like Rage.

My plan really had been to call her into the bathroom to help me with my knee. My leg was healing, but I’d over estimated how much when I climbed into the tub and the f*cker locked up tight on me. It hurt like a car had driven over it, but I’d almost forgotten how much when Rage came in wearing a white tank top and no bra.

I could barely control how achingly hard I was from the moment she walked in, but when her shirt had gotten wet there was no holding back, and suddenly I was the hardest I’d ever been. When I touched her hand to my cock, I almost exploded right then and there. I knew that after she stood up, I could have made her come back. I could have used her hand to jerk me off, but the way she embarrassed so easily when I was staring at her tits made me realize how much I didn’t want to scare this chick. She was so hesitant. So innocent.