She controlled the pace as I kissed her. Every movement and every touch was orchestrated entirely by her until she brought my hands to the waistband of her pants. Then, I took over. The yoga pants peeled easily down her long legs, and the moment she was free of them, I parted her legs and lay over her.
My cock pressed against her pussy. My hands slid across her skin. My fingers probed her thighs and ass. My tongue flicked against hers.
She gripped my back, whimpering as I ground my hips against hers. My grip on her ass was tight, and my fingers just brushed against the rough, lace band of her thong. I wanted to rip it off her, to sink inside her until she screamed again. My cock throbbed as if it were reminding me just how badly I wanted her in that second-just how easy it would be for me to free it from my boxers fully, push her thong to the side, and slip inside her.
I pulled back from her and reached for my discarded jeans. Neither my pockets nor my wallet showed up a condom, but judging by the sound of a drawer opening and closing, I didn't need one.
Raven shoved one into my hand, kneeling on the edge of the bed. I stared into her eyes as I opened the packet and rolled the rubber on. Her cheeks were flushed bright red, and that only added to the sparkle of her eyes.
Pushing her back down on the bed, I slipped between her legs. She curled herself around me, locking her ankles at the base of my back, and reached between us. Jolts of pleasure ran through me when she wrapped her fingers around my cock and guided it toward her. With one flick of her thumb, she'd moved her thong to the side, and now, she had my cock at her wet pussy.
Slowly, I thrust my hips forward, and I eased inside her. She gasped when I paused, her pussy hugging the entire length of my cock. I waited for her to look me in the eye before I moved.
Then, I fucked her.
I fucked her until her body went rigid and she cried out.
I fucked her until my body was tense and I groaned into her mouth.
I fucked her until neither of us could move anymore.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Raven
The sound of my phone buzzing on the nightstand was loud, jarring, and very, very annoying.
It wasn't the most pleasant sound in the world to wake up to.
Groaning, I rolled over and batted my hand around on the top of the nightstand. Then, I realized the bed was vibrating. It was a mammoth effort to open my eyes, but somehow, I managed it so I could look down the gap between the cupboard and my bed. Just like I assumed it was, my phone was wedged between the leg of the bed and the wooden side of my nightstand.
I fished it out with my finger. The moment it was free, it stopped ringing.
Of course, it did.
I picked it up and looked at the screen. Ryan. I frowned-it was early for him to be calling...wait, no it wasn't. It was seven-thirty. I'd overslept.
No sooner had I finished the thought than my phone buzzed again. It was Ryan.
"What do you want?" I demanded, answering the phone.
"Did you oversleep?" came his response.
"Maybe. I was tired. What do you want?"
He laughed. "Have you seen Parker?"
"You just woke me up. Do you think I've seen Parker?"
"Shall I call back when you've had coffee?"
"Can you get to the point of this irritating conversation?" I shoved the covers to the side and swung my legs out of the bed. I hadn't bothered to throw any clothes on before I'd fallen asleep last night.
Ryan sighed. "Ilsa said Parker didn't go home last night. She came over this morning when his car wasn't in the drive and asked me if I knew where he was. I don't, and you're the last person I know who would've seen him, so I'm calling you."
I jerked around and looked at the other side of the bed. Messy and unkept, but no Parker.
"No idea." I swallowed and glanced at the floor. His clothes were gone, too. Only mine remained. "Hold on." I put my phone down and checked the notification bar. There were no messages from him, so if he wasn't here and hadn't gone home, maybe he was downstairs?
I threw an oversized shirt on over my head and quickly pulled some panties up my legs before grabbing my phone again.
"I don't have any messages from him," I said, opening my bedroom door. "I can't hel-" I finished on a scream, because the missing man was standing shirtless in my kitchen.
"Raven?" Ryan said into my ear right as Parker glanced over his shoulder at me. "Are you all right?"
"Ssshhh-shit!" I held my finger in front of my mouth. "Spider!" I said to Ryan. "I walked into the bathroom and there's a big spider in my tub."
Parker rubbed his hand down his face and shook his head.
"You're screaming at a spider?" Ryan's amusement was evident in his restrained tone.
"It's a big one. It scared me." I slammed my bedroom door behind me. "I just locked it in there."