Kristen Ashley - Raid

I pushed up and shoved my hands up his tee, my movements fevered, even frenzied, taking in his hard muscles; the angles, the plains, the ridges.

Amazing.

I shoved my face in his midriff, breathing deep, taking him in, all this time his fingers creating bliss between my legs.

Then they were gone.

For less than a second, because Raiden, using one arm to lift me, pulled me out of the bed and plastered me to him. My legs circled his hips. His other hand was between us, guiding him in. Then he jerked me down on his cock, filling me.

I drove my hands in his lush hair, my head falling back on a whimpered, “Ohmigod.”

Then I was back to bed and Raiden was pounding inside me, his arm still around me, driving me down with each upward thrust.

“Ohmigod,” I repeated, one of my hands fisting in his hair, the other one trailing down his back.

I’d never had this.

This was…

It was…

It didn’t exist. It couldn’t.

This was only for Raiden and me.

I felt it building. My hand dipped under his tee, my head jerked up. It was going to be so huge it was going destroy me.

“Raiden,” I gasped, my voice harsh with passion and edged with fear.

“Give in, baby,” he grunted, still driving me down as he thrust up.

“Sweetheart, it’s—”

His mouth came to mine. “Give into it, honey.”

I gave in. I had no choice. And when I did, my fingernails dug into his back, scoring up; his hips ground deep into mine as his back arched. A hot, amazing groan rolled up his throat and he came with me.

It lasted forever, an eternity. I gasped, then moaned, then panted through it, and finally wrapped my arm around Raiden and held on because the world was gone. There was nothing but that feeling.

Nothing but Raiden and me.

The eternity passed, and when I came back to reality Raiden’s arm was still tight around me, his cock still buried inside me and his face was in my neck. His other hand was laced in mine and he’d tucked them to our sides so I had most of his weight.

It was glorious.

Right before it was mortifying.

Oh my God.

What had I just done?

Oh my God!

I knew what I’d done.

I’d ridden in a car with my hand on Raiden Miller’s crotch, my mouth in his neck without a seatbelt.

Then I’d run after him; he’d thrown me on his bed and I let him fuck me.

Oh.

My.

God.

“Warm afghans, pretty blue eyes, totally dorky and an unbelievably wet, sweet pussy,” he murmured against my neck, then lifted his head and looked down at me before he finished on a whisper, “The girl of my dreams.”

Okay, that was nice and all. Lovely. Great even.

And the warm, sexy, sated look on his face that I could just about make out in the shadows, even better.

But I’d just let Raiden Miller make out with me on the hood of my car and rode in it without a seatbelt because I was busy groping his crotch.

Of course he’d think I was the girl of his dreams.

For tonight.

Then tomorrow he’d think I was slutty and easy.

Because I was!

You didn’t tell a good girl she had a wet, sweet pussy!

Oh God.

This didn’t just happen.

Tell me this didn’t happen.

“Don’t move,” he muttered then brushed his lips against mine. “Be back.”

Then he slid out of me, the area between my legs pulsing magnificently as he did.

Yes, it just happened.

He rolled off me and I blinked at the ceiling, closing my legs, curling them up and twisting my lower half to the side as I felt him disappear.

A light came on from somewhere else, dimly lighting the room, and instantly I became a flurry of activity.

I vaulted from the mattress, and in the dark of wherever the heck I was, I searched for my jeans, panties and flip-flops.

I found my panties, tugged them up and was feeling around with hands and feet for my jeans when an arm hooked around my waist and I found myself back in bed, Raiden on top of me.

“What’re you doin’?” he asked.

I shoved at his shoulders, mumbling, “I have to go.”

“What?”

“I have to go.”

“Hanna—”

“I need to get home. Get some sleep. I have to be up early. Church tomorrow,” I babbled, still pushing at his shoulders and squirming under him, freaked, humiliated, scared of what he would think of me now that the heat of the moment had passed.

“Hanna, look at me.”

“Really, I need to get going.”

“Baby.” His arms moved from around me so his hands could frame my face and he held it firm in a way that I stopped struggling and squirming. “What the fuck?”

“I’m not that kind of girl,” I announced.

I felt his body, which I hadn’t noticed was tense, relax but this had absolutely no effect on me.

I kept talking.

“Never has that happened. Not ever. Not ever. I’ve never done anything like that. I don’t even remember a time when I’ve been in a car without a seatbelt much less what… what…” Oh God! “What we did,” I finished on a horrified whisper.

“Calm down for me a second,” he urged gently, one of his thumbs sweeping my cheek.

That felt nice, but no way could I calm down.

No way.

“I… you… I don’t want you to think I’m that kind of girl. I’m not that kind of girl. I don’t know what that was. I don’t know how that happened. It’s never happened before. I don’t—”

I stopped speaking abruptly when his thumb shifted to my lips and pressed in.

“Honey, shut up,” he ordered, but he did it laughing.

Belatedly, I noticed not only his mouth but his entire body was laughing.

“Raiden—” I tried to say but it came out sounding smushed, mainly because his thumb was still smushing my lips.

“Quiet and listen to me,” he stated. “I know you’re not that kind of girl.”

I blinked through the dark.

“You do?” I asked through smushed lips, and his thumb slid away.

“Yeah, or, I should say, I know you’re not that kind of girl for anyone, but me. But what you gotta know is that it’s all kinds of fuckin’ good you’re that girl for me.”

I wanted to believe this.

I didn’t.

I mean, I had girlfriends who had moments where they were that kind of girl and the guys always said that it was good until the next day when they didn’t call.

“I really need to go home,” I told him, beginning to squirm again.

“No fuckin’ way,” he told me, and my body stilled.

“Sorry?” I breathed.

“Hanna, honest to Christ, you think out there I get you dorky, head on my shoulder at a movie, holding my hand, riding that preposterous bike, smilin’ sweet at me, totally Peggy Sue throwback from the fuckin’ fifties, and in my arms, my mouth on yours, you ignite for me. You lose all fuckin’ control. Give me fuckin’ everything. And I’m gonna let you crawl outta my bed and go home?” He paused then finished, his voice steely, “No fuckin’ way.”

“I—” I started but Raiden interrupted me.

“It’s good you give me that. I want that. And I’m fuckin’ beside myself knowin’ you didn’t give some other asshole that before me. It’s mine. I’m keepin’ it.”

Holy Moses.

“Raiden—”

“And I’m gonna take more,” he declared.

He was?

That was… he wanted more?

“You are?”

“Baby, last night, those kisses, I hoped to Christ that was a preview of things to come and I’m fuckin’ thrilled it was. Out there, you can ride that silly-ass bike, but now I know, in my bed, you’re gonna let go for me. You’re gonna let me play with that body. You’re gonna let me work you ‘til you’re so fuckin’ wet you’re drenched for me. And when I let you come I’m gonna make it feel like you’re coming apart at the seams. And only I’m gonna know you give me that. Only I’m gonna get that. And I’m fuckin’ overjoyed that’s all for me and only me.”

Wow.

That was hot, cool, sexy, sweet and totally freaking scary.

It was so much of all of those, the only response I could come up with was, “My bike isn’t silly.”

“Babe, it is.”

“It’s cutesie and girlie,” I defended my bike

“It’s that too. Absolutely,” he agreed.

I tilted my head on the mattress and tried to make out his features in the dim light before I asked, “Are you sure you don’t think I’m slutty and easy?”

To that, he hauled us both up the bed and pressed into me. He reached out an arm and I blinked when a light flashed on.

I stopped blinking when my head was again framed by his big hands and I focused on his face which was all I could see.

“Do I look sure?” he asked, and I didn’t know how he knew how he looked.

What I did know was that his expression was warm and sweet, but still somehow firm and his beautiful eyes were heated, burning into me.

So I knew he was sure.

Still.

“Just so you know, I’ve only had three lovers. They were all long-term boyfriends and, if memory serves, the one where we, uh… got to the business fastest, it took three weeks.”

“Do not tell me that shit.”

Oh boy.

Now he didn’t look warm and sweet.

He looked hard and scary.

“I just wanted—”

“Only thing I know, only thing I’ll focus on, is now you’re mine. I won’t share what came before and I’m askin’ you now to promise that’s the last of you sharin’ what came before me. Can you help me out and return that favor?”

“Okay,” I agreed cautiously.

“Some men wanna know. I’m not one of those men,” he explained.

“Okay.”

“Right now, it’s just you and me.”

“Okay, Raiden.”

“And you’re not leaving.”

My belly flipped.

“Okay,” I breathed.

“You should also know there’s a good chance you’ll fall asleep during church.”

I figured I knew what that meant. It brought on a shiver and my arms moved to wrap around him.

“Okay,” I whispered.

He rolled so he was on his back and I was on top. One of his arms was clamped around my waist, his other hand in my hair.

“Now, Hanna, kiss me,” he ordered, his voice rough and commanding.

“Okay,” I repeated then did as I was told.

The roll lasted about two seconds, then he did another one and I was on my back again.

Half an hour later Raiden had me coming apart at the seams.

It was glorious.

My eyes opened slowly, and at first I didn’t get it.

I didn’t get the heavenly softness that covered my body.

I didn’t get the bright sunshine that seemed to be coming from everywhere.

I didn’t get what sounded like a shower coming from not too far away.

I didn’t get the languorous feeling that permeated every inch of my frame.

I didn’t get the pleasant ache between my legs.

Then I got it and I shot up to sitting in Raiden’s bed, leaning into one hand, the other one clutching the afghan I gave Raiden to my naked chest.

Holy Moses, I slept naked.

Holy Moses! I never slept naked!

But I knew why I did.

I slept naked because the second time Raiden did what he said. He played with me. He worked my body until I was drenched. And when he gave me an orgasm, it felt like I was coming apart at the seams.

He did things to me. Amazing things, wild things, things I knew about and things I didn’t. Things that, if I told someone, might sound strange or kinky, but things that, the way Raiden did them to me, were absolutely not.

I let him.

And I loved every second.

And I slept naked because the time after that, Raiden did not take an excruciatingly long and exquisite amount of time making love to me.

No.

He took an excruciatingly long and exquisite amount of time worshipping me.

There was no other way to put it.

If the first time was fast, wild, out-of-control and phenomenal, the second time was slower, wilder, totally in Raiden’s control, but out of mine and it was sensational.

But the last time was like an out of body experience.

It was magnificent.

So much so, waking naked in Raiden Miller’s bed the morning after our second date, I didn’t feel like a slut or a skank, mortified by either.

I felt happy.