ALL THE RAGE (writer: T.M. Frazier)(47)

“Oh, no. Not so fast,” Nolan chided. “You don’t get to get yourself off on me. That’s my job.” He leaned in, his lips brushed against my ear, trailing down to my neck where he sucked and released my skin over and over again. Caressing with his tongue, his fingers kneading my ass cheeks. “I’m going to punish you by making you come until it f*cking hurts.” His mouth again found mine. We moaned into each other’s mouths when his tongue parted my lips and our tongues connected.

I felt it through my body and it caused a pulsing sensation inside me that was over too quick. A split second of pleasure that left me wanting more. Needing more.

So much more.

Usually it was anger I lost myself in, but with Nolan, I felt as if I could lose myself in these new feelings, these new sensations.

In him.

You’re already lost in him.

Looking down, I watched in wonderment and confusion toward the place where our bodies were connected, or would be connected, if our clothes weren’t in the way. How something so simple as touch could cause such a big reaction was beyond anything I could have ever imagined.

Nolan’s eyes were on me, watching me watch us. “Fuck,” he whispered, before threading his hand through my hair, pulling on it and yanking my head back to give himself easier access to my throat. “The innocent f*cking look on your face right now makes me harder than I’ve ever been.” He groaned, dragging his lips against my skin. “Now would be a good time to tell me if you’re untouched, baby. I gotta know when I’m f*cking you if I’m the lucky motherf*cker who gets to lay claim on your virgin *. The way I’ve already laid claim on the rest of you.”

My pulse quickened the same way it did when I was about to pull the trigger. “I’ve done it before,” I admitted in a whisper. “Sex. I mean, I think I have.”

Nolan furrowed his brows. “Good girl. I like the way you answered that without hesitating. Without embarrassment. Most girls couldn’t do that.”

“I’m not most people,” I reminded him.

“Don’t I f*cking know it,” he whispered, searching my eyes, before zoning in on my mouth and running the pad of his thumb over my lips. “There’s a lot of shit people don’t remember easily these days. Birthdays. The name of your postman. Getting f*cked isn’t something most people aren’t sure about.” I opened my mouth and lightly bit the tip of his thumb. He dropped his forehead to mine with a ragged grunt. The cords of his neck were strained. A thick blue vein running beneath his ear and down his throat pulsed rapidly.

He reached around behind my neck, untying my damp dress. It fell, pooling around my waist, exposing my breasts. “Fuck, your perfect,” he said before dipping his head and running the tip of his tongue over my nipple, his wet hair tickling my skin. I didn’t know it was possible to be touched in one place and feel it in another, but as he circled the hard little bud, I felt it in my core. I pressed my thighs together, needing to stop the ache that was once again building, in order to answer the question. “Rage,” Nolan said, moving from one nipple to the other.

“Yeah?” I asked, watching him slowly lick around my pink skin, circling it with his tongue before latching on and giving it a quick suck that left me seeing stars.

“Explain,” he ordered, blowing across the now wet skin and making me shiver. I tightened my legs around his waist, trying to pull him closer. Needing to feel more of him.

I closed my eyes tightly, trying to form a coherent thought. “Um. Yeah. Cody. My friend—” I started to say, but when he rolled my nipple into his mouth, sucking and rolling his tongue across the tip at the same time, I bucked my hips from the door.

Nolan lifted off of my nipple, and I whimpered. He grabbed on to my wrists with one hand, pinning them above me. Fire danced in his eyes. “You said he was just a friend.”

I nodded “He…he was. But we made this list when we were just kids. These rules of how to help me be normal. Just a bunch of ideas on how to control my anger and how to hide it from other people, so I wouldn’t have to keep seeing the shrinks my parents kept sending me to.”

“So he wrote on some list that you should f*ck him?” Nolan seethed, rocking against me harshly, tearing a cry from my lips. I dug my heels into his back.

“No. I mean yes. It was his idea, but I went along with it. I’d done everything else on the list, and some of it worked. Some didn’t. The fooling people part, I mean. The one person it never fooled was me. It never changed me like I used to hope it would,” I admitted.

Slowly, Nolan slid his hand down my neck and across my shoulders.

“Keep talking,” he ordered, his voice husky and deep.

“I wanted to try this one last thing. For my parents. For Cody… he was my only friend.” Nolan’s hand continued moving south between my breasts, giving my right nipple a pinch before sliding down the front of my stomach. He dipped his fingers just inside the top of my panties, then stopped.

He planted a kiss on my cheek, right next to the bridge of my nose. It was tender. Sweet. And unexpected. “We got a lot more talking to do, but know you don’t ever have to pretend around me. Never. I wouldn’t want that, anyway. Tell me how you don’t know if he f*cked you or not.” Realization crossed over his face and his jaw set in a straight, hard line. “Did that motherf*cker drug you or something?” He slammed a fist on the wall beside my head. Excitement coursed through my veins and between my legs. “Because I’ll break his f*cking—”