House Of Obsidian: Flawed Love Part 13

"W-w-w-what?"

"I'm losing you. He's changing you. G.o.d dammit, Emalie, you're the only f.u.c.king thing good in my life. This?" He waves to my outfit. "It's hot, but it's not you. You're the girl that doesn't care what anyone thinks. You're my partner in crime. You're the only one who understands me. You're my best f.u.c.king friend and I'm losing you. I'm not . . ."

"What?" I say in a small voice.

"I'm not ready for that."

"Rainer . . ."

"The moment you find a man, and fall in love, I'm going to lose you. And Emalie, I f.u.c.kin' need you. I don't know what the f.u.c.k I'm supposed to do without you in my life. You're . . . f.u.c.k . . . f.u.c.k this . . ."

He lets me go and starts to storm off. I'm so d.a.m.ned shocked at his outburst that I can't speak; I just stand there. He reaches the tree line, curses and then spins around and stalks back towards me. When he reaches me, he curls his hand around the back of my neck and brings his lips to my forehead. I close my eyes. "You're f.u.c.king beautiful. Right here, right now, you're breathtaking. I should have told you that."

With that, he turns and walks off.

Leaving me more confused than ever.

CHAPTER ELEVEN.

NOW a MALI

I stare at Rainer, watching as he studies my room, his dark eyes sweeping over it slowly. I sit on the edge of my bed, glad that I don't have any pictures of us out. After he didn't recognize me, I put them in a box and hid them, determined not to look at them again until I sorted my own head out. Right now, I'm thankful. That would have been an awkward conversation to have.

When Rainer's eyes finally find mine again, I can't help but lick my lips. He makes my heart ache, in both good and bad ways. Rainer is everything I could have ever wanted and more. If only I'd realized it sooner. If only I'd fought just a little harder. I took my broken heart and I never searched for the friend I once loved so dearly. I should have. For him, I should have looked past my hurt and looked.

"Why am I lucky enough to get round two?" I ask, walking over and sitting beside him on the bed.

"Because I like you."

"You like me?" I ask, smiling slyly.

He grins, and his eyes drop to my lips. "Yeah, I do."

"Should I be flattered? You're not going to kidnap me and take me to your cave to make me your love slave?"

He chuckles. "Nah, I'll just take what I need right here, right now."

I swallow.

He reaches up, taking a strand of hair and wrapping it around his finger. He smells amazing. Like a fight, and s.e.x, and Rainer. He's perfection. I hate that, but I can't get enough of it, either. I need every single thing he's willing to give. Even if he has no idea who I am. Having him right here, right now, it's enough. Having Rainer near will always be enough.

He leans forward and his mouth finds my neck. I want, more than anything, to turn my face and crush my lips into his. But I can't do that, because he has a no kissing rule that I really, really hate. I remember what it felt like to kiss Rainer, and he was only young back then. I imagine the man he is now could kiss. Hard.

I moan all the same as his mouth moves down my neck, nipping and sucking its path to my shoulder. I stay sitting, not touching him, not doing anything but enjoying how amazing this feels. He shifts his body and wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me until I'm forced to straddle him. He remains sitting on the side of my bed, his feet touching the floor, but he holds onto me so I don't fall.

I can feel his c.o.c.k growing and swelling beneath me, and I squirm as it presses to my very hot, very wet core. G.o.d, this feels incredible. "Rainer," I breathe as he takes the hem of my dress and starts sliding it up. His fingers graze over my hipbones and up my belly, as he takes it over my head. I'm left straddling him in just my bra and panties. He reaches up, stroking a thumb over the swell of my breast. I say nothing.

"How dirty do you like to be, kid?" he rasps, lifting his face so his eyes pin mine. He's making sure I answer truthfully.

His question shocks me, so for a second I just sit on his lap, staring at him. His thumb is still moving over my breast, and it's distracting me. I think seriously about his question-well, at least, I try to. I'm not totally sure what he means by dirty. Is he speaking of erotic s.e.x, or erotic games? I have no idea, but I want to find out.

"I don't exactly know what you're asking, Rainer," I breathe.

"Have you ever had these f.u.c.ked?" he asks, cupping my breast.

"N-n-n-no," I say in a small, shaky voice.

"Have you ever had a man come on them?"

My thighs clench together.

"No."

"What about f.u.c.king you in the a.s.s?"

I flinch. "No."

"You ever watched a man's c.o.c.k driving in and out of you in a mirror?"

Holy s.h.i.t, Rainer got dirty.

"No."

"Have you ever had a man put ice deep inside your c.u.n.t, and f.u.c.k you?"

I shiver. Ice? Oh my G.o.d.

"No," I squeak.

"What about licking beer from your sweet p.u.s.s.y?"

I swallow. "N-n-n-no."

"Public s.e.x?"

"Kind of," I say. "With you."

He grins.

"All of those things, would you try them?"

I study his face. With him, I'd bend over and take it anyway he wanted to give it, but I don't want to sound too excited, so I just lick my lower lip and nod. He makes a low, throaty grumbling sound in his chest, and then he takes my hips and rotates them over his c.o.c.k.

"I thought we were a casual f.u.c.k," I dare to say. "You sound like you have quite a list."

"There are a good deal of meanings behind the word casual. I'm not done with you yet, and if you're good with just having fun, then I'd like to do all of those things to you."

I gasp a little. "Okay."

"Starting with putting my c.o.c.k between these sweet t.i.ts."

I nod and he stands, taking me with him. He carries me with a hand on my a.s.s to the edge of the bed. He sits me down and then places a hand to the middle of my chest and pushes me back. I lie down, and he gently moves my body back until my head is against the headboard. He makes light work of stripping my bra and panties off, and my cheeks flame when he stares down at my naked body.

"You're beautiful, Mali," he murmurs, tugging at his shorts.

He has no shame. It worries me, because I wonder how many times he's done this for him to have no care about taking his clothes off in front of someone he thinks he doesn't know. How many women have there been? Tens? Hundreds? Dare I say thousands? I'd like to think Rainer hadn't lost respect for himself, but I don't know what has happened in his life, so how am I to know what drives him?

"So are you," I whisper, reaching up and stroking a finger down his chest.

He says nothing, but his body does stiffen slightly. He doesn't stop me, though, or ask me to stop. He takes a deep breath, and then he leans down and kicks his shorts off until he's fully naked above me. His mouth finds my nipple and I groan as he sucks it in, swirling his tongue around the tip. He does this to both, while I thrust my hips up towards his, feeling the hard, hot length of his c.o.c.k occasionally grazing my p.u.s.s.y.

He releases my nipples and leans down, rasping, "I'm going to lick your c.u.n.t, then I'm going to f.u.c.k it, but I'm going to come right here, with my d.i.c.k pressed deep between your t.i.ts."

I shiver. Holy s.h.i.t. That sounds so erotic and intense. I can't wait. All I can do is nod. I don't tell Rainer that I've never allowed a man to give me oral s.e.x. I don't know why, I just don't like the idea of it with someone I don't love. It seems so personal. The night Rainer f.u.c.ked me, he used his fingers, but never his mouth. Now, for the first time, he's going to use his mouth.

I'm nervous.

He kisses his way down my body, his scratchy stubble grazing over my smooth skin. When he reaches my pubic bone, he puts some pressure on it with his face and a bolt of pleasure shoots right to my center. He slides off the end of the bed and takes my legs, pulling me forward. Then he lifts them and spreads them wide. A low hiss leaves his mouth and I put an arm over my eyes, nervous and excited all at once.

Rainer drops his head down to my now exposed p.u.s.s.y and inhales deeply. Oh. My. G.o.d. He is so out there, like absolutely nothing bothers him. My skin p.r.i.c.kles with embarra.s.sment and I pray that wasn't awful for him. By the rumbling sound he makes low in his chest, it wasn't. He moves his hand up and slides his finger through my flesh, making me moan with delight.

I love his fingers on me.

"You've got a sweet p.u.s.s.y, Mali," he murmurs, nuzzling his face against me.

"Th-th-th-thanks," I breathe.

"I'm going to lick you, babe. Hold on."

Babe.

Babe.

Oh man.

My thoughts are cut short when his tongue slides out and drags slowly from my entrance to my c.l.i.t. I gasp and my fingers tangle in the sheets beside me. This is the most amazing, strange, incredible thing I've ever felt. Pleasure explodes through my core and I start to ache for more. Just a little more of what he's offering. He obliges, and his tongue swirls quick figure-of-eight patterns around my c.l.i.t. I don't know how he gets it to move that fast, but it feels incredible.

"Rainer," I gasp. "Oh my G.o.d."

His tongue moves fast, flicking and probing, making my c.l.i.t harden and burst to life. I'm crying out his name, and I don't care. All I want to do is freeze myself in this moment. I never want it to end. I want Rainer's tongue in me for the rest of my life. Every single day. My thighs quiver around his head and I push my hips up, wanting him deeper.

He lowers his head down and then suddenly he's f.u.c.king me with his tongue. Oh. My. Lord. I scream in delight as his tongue f.u.c.ks wildly, driving in and out of my body. I arch up, thrusting and jerking, needing more, needing less, I don't know. He keeps his tongue in my body while his finger starts rotating over my c.l.i.t and I come. G.o.d, do I come.

"Rainer," I gasp, mouth open, eyes rolling back.

An o.r.g.a.s.m unlike I've ever felt in my life explodes through my body, bringing shudder after shudder to the surface. My legs tremble, my hips arch and my p.u.s.s.y spasms as Rainer drags every last shudder from me. I don't even notice him lean over and fetch a condom, from where I don't know. I just feel his strong, hard body move over mine, and then he's inside me.

He doesn't wait. He doesn't warn me. He just plunges his c.o.c.k into my ready, waiting p.u.s.s.y. I moan and he grunts as he fills me, stretching me wide, driving home. I curl my legs around his hips and urge him on with my foot, pressing it into his a.s.s, encouraging him to f.u.c.k me harder.

"Slow down there, babe," he grunts against my neck.

"f.u.c.k me harder, then," I say, throwing sa.s.s "Greedy," he groans. "I like it."

I push my heel into his a.s.s and he chuckles, but he f.u.c.ks me harder. His hips slam against mine and his c.o.c.k fills me so perfectly I can feel another o.r.g.a.s.m rising to the surface already. I reach up, curling my fingers around his shoulders, digging my fingernails into his flesh. He hisses and grabs my breast, squeezing it roughly.

I love it.

"Come on, Mali," he grunts against my neck. "Come."

I close my eyes and arch up, pressing my b.r.e.a.s.t.s into his chest. He tilts his hips and then I'm coming, quickly, furiously, and unlike any other time I've had in my life. I scream his name for the entire world to hear, and I don't give a d.a.m.n. He makes my body ignite, lighting a fire inside me that no water could extinguish. Rainer Torrence has my heart, and now, he has my body.

The moment I've finished shuddering, he slides his c.o.c.k from inside me, frantically tearing the condom off. His c.o.c.k is swollen and an angry red, but I can't take my eyes off it as he climbs up my body, straddling my waist. He takes my b.r.e.a.s.t.s in his hands, and I know that they're probably not big enough for what he has planned, but I'm willing to let him try.

"W-w-w-will this hurt?" I ask in a trembling voice as he presses my b.r.e.a.s.t.s together.

"It shouldn't," he grinds out, as if it's killing him to hold off. "But if it does, tell me."

"Okay."

He squeezes my b.r.e.a.s.t.s until they're bulging together, then he slides his c.o.c.k between them. It's hot, and hard, and throbbing, and I can't stop the whimper that leaves my throat. He moves his hips, causing a little bit of friction, and his eyes seem to glaze over with l.u.s.t. His hard body moves over mine like a powerful machine, his hips thrusting a little faster to create enough pressure.

I can see his head poking out between my b.r.e.a.s.t.s and I want to lean forward and suck it, but I'm not sure I can get to it. I tip my chin down and slide out my tongue, touching it when he thrusts it in. "That's a girl," he grunts, getting faster. Obviously he's pleased, so I do it again the next time his c.o.c.k surges through. G.o.d, he tastes so good.

"I'm close," he pants. "Tell me if you don't want this."

Oh, I want it. More than anything. It's dirty, but I'm all in for dirty.

"I want it," I breathe, eyes fixed on his c.o.c.k plunging between my b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

"F . . . F . . . f.u.c.k!" he barks and then it happens.

His c.o.c.k swells, and strand after strand of white come spurts from the tip. I gasp in happy pleasure as it hits different parts of my body, but what makes it the most thrilling is seeing it up close. The pleasure it brings him is amazing. Pleasure coming from my body. No one else's. His eyes are hooded, and his jaw is tight as he releases my b.r.e.a.s.t.s and encircles his c.o.c.k with his hand, stroking in hard, short little bursts until there's nothing left.

Our eyes meet.

A connection. It's there. It's brief, but it's there.