She barked a mirthless laugh. “That should upset me. It doesn’t. There isn’t much point of false hope at a time like this. There’s just being smart, and one step ahead.”
“The latter is my specialty.” I unbuckled my belt. “So is providing distractions. Hands and knees. Face the couch.”
The stove shut off with a faint click. Rainey came around the island—clad in a see-through negligee and thong.
It was Cairo’s idea to toss out her “farm girl” clothes, and Legend’s to upgrade her to slinky dresses and lingerie. Mother once asked why I spent time with boys who weren’t as clever as me.
I traced the lace pattern on her breast.
Because they were smarter. Bless Legend for the genius he is.
“No.”
My hand stilled between the valley of her breasts. “Excuse me?”
“No,” she repeated. Her smirk tugged a frown from me. “I won’t get down. If you want me on my knees, you’ll have to put me there.”
“Five.”
She caressed my bare chest. “Go ahead and count me up. What number will you hit before you can’t take it anymore? Tell me, Jacques.” She whispered my name like profanity—forbidden on her tongue. “How high till you lose control?”
“Six.”
Rainey brushed her lips along my jaw, licking the small cleft where it met.
“Seven.”
If she noticed the croak in my voice, I couldn’t tell. But my cock, nothing was small about it straining against my zipper to do what I wasn’t. Touching her, seeking her, begging for her.
Of course I didn’t have sex. I had complete control of my mind, habits, food, mannerisms, and even my shits. But I had no control over this.
Rainey palmed me through the lining.
It jumped in her hand as I said, “Eight.”
Backing away, she trapped my gaze as she pushed one strap, then the other off her shoulder. We moved in sync—the negligee falling in a pile of lace at her feet, and my belt buckle skimming the floor.
“Get on your knees,” I growled.
“You first.”
“Nine.”
Rainey turned and wiggled out of her thong. Holding on to the kitchen counter, she bent and ground her ass on my erection.
Thwack.
“Ah,” she cried out, and ground harder.
Thwack.
Thwack.
Blossoming spots of red spread on her ivory cheeks—the world’s naughtiest Rorschach test. What do you see?
The last of my control evaporating into smoke.
She reached between her legs and snaked down my waistband.
I broke.
Lifting Rainey off her feet, I gave the woman her wish—dropping Rainey on all fours on the couch. I held her head down, partially muffling her moans in the cushion. My belt fell, gifting those quivering cheeks two more slaps.
The damned infuriating creature hadn’t let up through the whole thing.
She tore my zipper, ripping it down. I grabbed her wrist and the other came at me, freeing my weeping cock from my boxers.
Does she fucking have eight hands?!
Rainey stroked me hard and fast—rough, jerky tugs that about punched me in the gut, doubling me over her.
“Yes,” she hissed. “More. Give me more.”
“N-nine.”
“You already said nine, baby.”
“That’s how high.”
I pulled her hand off, hooked Rainey around the thighs, and pushed inside her with one hard thrust. Then another. Then another.
Then another.
A red mist descended on my vision, focusing the world on a single point in time and space.
Rainey de Souza.
I pumped hard and wild. No discernible rhythm or technique. I wasn’t half an inch out before I was plowing back in her again. It wasn’t entirely clear if I was trying to fuck her, or merge our bodies into one.
“Yes. Yes. Yes!” she screamed. “Harder, Jacques. Don’t hold back. Not with me.”
The answer to every and all questions in my life were finally answered. This is what I needed. She was what I’d been searching for.
People were cattle, and all my life I’d been my own brand of beast, unwilling to mingle outside my kind. But now, I found her.
Cairo and Legend trotted into the living room. They cast a curious glance to the end of my four-month no-sex streak, then resumed cooking Rainey’s breakfast.
Their presence didn’t slow her at all.
She grabbed the couch arm, bracing herself to meet me thrust for thrust.
“Ah, ah,” she cried. “I’m going to give you a number... for making me wait so long for this.”
I laughed—a half-insane sound that was becoming foreign to me.
She tightened around me. I knew her changes in breath, the shifting flush to her skin, the rising pitch of her cries—and I knew what it all meant. Her orgasm was coming in seconds, not minutes.
I rolled her clit under my thumb and angled my thrust to hit—
“Ah!”
Rainey came screaming into the cushion, clamping down so hard around me, I tensed as the punch-in-gut sensation swept me under.
I exploded inside of her.
The last of my strength went with it, and I dropped in her waiting arms. She stroked my damp locks, dropping kisses on my forehead. I felt her smirk in the print of her lips.