ALL THE RAGE (writer: T.M. Frazier)(49)

I lifted my hips off the mattress just as Nolan’s warm and wet tongue touched my clit, licking me from end to end. “Mmmmmmm,” he groaned imprinting his hips on the mattress, his muscular ass rising and falling as he licked around my entrance, sucking on my outer lips. The pulling sensation became so strong it was bordering on unbearable. My face flushed.

Wild hairs fell into Nolan’s eyes as he looked up at me, flattening his tongue and circling my clit. “Ahhhhhhhh,” I moaned, my eyes closing and falling back against the pillow.

“Open your eyes,” Nolan commanded. “Watch me.”

I opened my eyes and lifted my head, which was when Nolan plunged his tongue inside of me and a pleasure so great surged through me, making me buck into Nolan’s mouth. We watched each other. Me as he f*cked me with his tongue, and him as I reacted to his every move. He rocked into the mattress with the same vigorous rhythm he licked me with. “It’s too much,” I moaned, pinching my own nipples, searching for something almost within my reach.

Nolan growled into my very center, he lifted off of me, just long enough to say, “Not yet, but it’s about to be.” With his hand that had been holding my thighs open, he pressed together the skin on either side of my clit with his index finger and thumb, pinching it in between and pushing the sensitive bud forward. He lowered his mouth onto me again and lightly sucked. I clamped my thighs around his head, squeezing it, but he didn’t stop. He sucked hard, murmuring about how good I tasted and how he couldn’t wait to be inside of me. I grabbed his hair, threading my fingers through. I was so lost in sensation that I didn’t know if I wanted to push him away or pull him into me, so I just yanked on his hair as I cried out.

Nolan’s ass move up and down on the mattress harder. Faster and faster as he worked me with his mouth. It was when he slipped a single finger inside of me and at the same time nipped at my clit with his teeth, that the pulling sensation exploded. A blinding white light blew through my vision and my body. Waves and waves of pleasure that couldn’t be of this world rolled over me and through me and inside me, until I didn’t know what realm I was existing in.

Nolan groaned a long throaty sound I’d never heard him make before. He stilled his movements, his hips no longer pumping into the bed. He stayed between my legs. A lazy lapping of his tongue replacing the vigorous f*cking from seconds before.

“What the f*ck was that?” I asked, panting, trying to catch my breath.

Nolan rose and covered my body with his. He pushed his hair back from his face, his lips glistening with my wetness.

The expression on his face was unreadable when he looked down at me and answered, “I have no f*cking idea.”





CHAPTER TWENTY




Nolan


Someone was knocking on the front door and I wondered if my gun was loaded. Although I have no idea why I wondered this.

It was always loaded.

I then wondered how fast I could kill whoever was at the door and be back in between my girl’s legs.

Not fast enough.

Neither one of us acknowledged the knocking, instead I pushed her thighs farther apart and settled between them. “You made me come on the bed,” I said in a mock scolding.

“I’m sorry?” she offered, as if she didn’t know if it was a good thing or a bad.

I shook my head. “Oh no, you don’t get to apologize for that. The way you tasted. The way you pulled on my hair.” I leaned down and kissed her lips softly. “The way you felt when you came on my tongue.” I groaned and even though I just blew my load like a teenager all over the bed, I was completely hard again.

The knocking that we’d been ignoring became a banging, followed by a man’s muffled shouts. “Stay here,” I ordered. I stood and pulled on my pants and retrieved my gun from the nightstand, tucking it in the back of my jeans.

I saw movement from the corner of my eye as I walked out into the living room, and sure enough, Rage followed, tying her dress back around her neck. I didn’t know what I was angrier about. Her not listening to me or her getting dressed again.

“You’re gonna be punished for that,” I said to her as she pulled her long hair back into her hair tie. I heard the sound of police radios.

Before I could even peer through the window, Rage had already opened the door and was leaning against the doorframe, completely unfazed by the two uniformed police officers, who stood on the porch with their thumbs on their gun belts. “Can I help ya’ll?” Rage asked using her very rehearsed smile. Her southern accident much slower and thicker than usual.

“I’m Officer Crest and this is Officer Towers. We’re here to investigate an incident that took place last night.” Rage crossed her arms over her chest and I wanted to rip them down when both officers’ eyes dropped temporarily to her chest.

“We were out last night,” Rage said sweetly.

I wrapped my arms protectively around her, pulling her back against my chest. I didn’t have to guess what they were there for. Griff. With Rage running off on me and what we’d been doing since, I hadn’t given it a second thought since it happened. It didn’t surprise me they were there. Not much happened in Harper’s Ridge, especially with the locals, that didn’t make its way to the cops sooner or later.

Fucking small town gossips.

I used to know all the cops around town, but it had been years since I’d been back. The two uniforms on my porch were strangers to me.