Boost by Vi Summers
Chapter 29
-Raf-
I stretched an arm sideways, expecting to find Greer next to me—just like she was last time I reached for her in the dead of night. The bed was still warm, but her body wasn’t near.
Opening my eyes, I took a moment to watch her sitting on the edge of my bed, back exposed and the muscles working under her skin as she began to pull on her bra.
Not happening.
I slid across the bed and wove an arm around her waist. “You won’t be needing that, mamacita.”
“I will where I’m going,” she replied, with a smile in her voice.
I hummed and shifted closer. “And where’s that?”
“Home.”
Normally, it was me kicking pussy out, not it prematurely leaving. Besides, Greer wasn’t just some tap and toss. I actually fucking wanted her here. To stay and, shit I dunno, hang out for a bit.
“I think you’re making an extremely bad decision,” I murmured against her bare shoulder blade, while trailing my fingers over her breasts. I toyed with one nipple before she had the chance to conceal it behind the black fabric of her bra.
A subtle laugh reverberated under my ear. “Do you just?”
“I do,” I growled playfully. Fuck, since when did I have to work this hard? “You’re worth it,” I added.
It was meant as a confirmation for myself, but Greer tensed.
She twisted to look at me. “Worth what?” Questions swam in her beautiful eyes.
“Worth stayin’, that’s what.” It was a distraction, and we both knew it. “Now, you won’t be needing this-”
I whipped the scrap of lingerie from her grasp and tossed it to the far side of the room.
Greer’s laughter rang out and fuck if it didn’t fill my bedroom with hopes and fucking dreams.
“Is that so?” she teased.
“Yes. Now, get your ass back in here so I can tell you good morning properly.”
I tugged her backward. The length of her rich, dark hair tickled across my torso as she put up a small and futile struggle before succumbing to being off balance. With her laid against my chest, I kept her there with one hand cradling her jaw and the other trailing over her abdomen. Up and down until her laughter fell away. Up and down until she fully relaxed under my fingertips.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I murmured, watching goosebumps ripple over her belly where my fingers grazed.
Greer tilted her head to look at me. An unreadable story seemed to linger within her expression. “Nobody’s perfect, Rafael. We all have our dark places.”
It struck way too close to home. Punched through the shelter I’d created around myself after years of barricading in the darkness that would forever mar my soul.
“Hey,” Greer whispered, and brushed her fingers along my jaw. “Where’d you go?”
I gently captured her hand and brought it to my lips. “Nowhere important, baby.”
During the fleeting seconds she held my gaze, it was as if she saw directly into my soul. Saw the evil that lingered there. The evil that took away the innocence I would never get back.
Unable to stand it any more, I looked away and returned my hand to her chest. I lightly brushed over both breasts, feeling the beast within stir as her nipples started to pebble. Her breath grew shallow and her back arched as if aching for me.
“You like that?”
She hummed. “I haven’t decided yet.”
That lit my fire. My hand trailed past her belly button. Teasing. Coaxing more of her need to the surface. Her legs fell wide as I reached lower to find her wet and ready.
“Seems to me that your body has already decided for you, mamacita.”
“Sometimes she gets it wrong.” Greer’s reply contradicted her hips angling to give me better access.
I pushed two fingers into her and then pulled out to circle around her clit. She jolted and clamped her knees shut, trapping my wrist between them.
“She’s getting it wrong right now, baby girl,” I chuckled, going back to drawing lazy patterns on her belly.
Greer’s hands found both my forearms and gently gripped. “I’m tender this morning, especially when you go straight for the sweet spot.”
“Did I hurt you last night?”
Instant relief washed through me when her head rocked back and forth. “Not in a bad way.”
I lifted my head to look at her properly. “You’d tell me though, right? If I hurt you too much?”
She rolled onto her stomach and gifted me with a blinding smile. Chocolate brown eyes landed directly on my heart and pulled me deeper into the unknown. She softly raked her nails across my chest and whispered, “I’d tell you.”
There. Right there was the look that never failed to cut me off at the knees. She was giving herself to me. Letting me in without question. Trusting me. Not wanting anything in return apart from being treated right. And I would. Fuck yes, I would.
I pulled her to lie along the length of my body. My semi nestled perfectly between the apex of her legs, as if that spot was created purely for me.
“Don’t doubt that for a second,” I murmured against her lips, kissing the smile that appeared.
I swallowed her hum and threaded my fingers through her abundance of glossy hair, holding it out of place and angling her head at the same time. The more she rocked against me while returning my kiss, the more my cock stood up and demanded attention.
Greer sat back and smirked. “Be a shame to waste it, don’t you think?”
“Damn shame,” I growled, watching her reverse down my body to take my dick in her hand.
My hips bucked and my hands fumbled to touch any part of her within reach as she ran her tongue around the tip of my erection. I shoved her hair to the side—I needed to see her take me in her mouth.
“You’re killing me, mamacita.”
“You wanna fuck already?” she asked, after another ball-aching suck to the head.
A sexy flush already tinted her cheeks, and I anticipated watching it creep down her neck and onto her chest while she rode me.
Shoving a couple of pillows behind my back, I reclined and set my hands on her bent knees when she straddled me again. “No fucking, baby. Go slow.”
I wanted to watch her stretch around me, absorb every expression, count each time her teeth bit into her lower lip, and urge her eyelids back open every time they drifted closed.
I wanted her to see what she did to me. How she tore me wide open by simply laying a single finger upon my skin. It was those eyes. Always had been, and always will. They were enough to get me instantly drunk. Potently luring me into a false sense of security where I wanted to bare myself to her and shout this is who I am. No cloak, no mask. No cocky smirk to get my own way. Just, and quite simply, me.
Greer’s head tipped back when she nestled the head of my cock against her opening and slowly worked herself down the shaft.
“Fuck,” I hissed. So warm, so damn tight. “You and your damn voodoo pussy.”
A laugh fell from Greer’s perfectly parted lips. I palmed her tits and rolled each nipple between my thumb and forefinger, drinking in every breathy sound she made. She sank a little lower and groaned.
“Slow, baby girl,” I reminded her, despite wanting to fuck her through the roof and come while watching her tits bounce wildly in my face.
My teeth clenched at the thought. I had to grapple with the control that I willingly relinquished to her. I’d take it back another time, but right now, she had me by the balls, figuratively and literally.
I groaned as she toyed with them and bucked my hips despite promising myself to let her lead. Greer’s reciprocating moan made heat seer through my lower abdomen as she rotated her hips in lavish circles.
“You need to quit doin’ that or I ain’t gonna last the mile,” I hissed. I was torn between resisting and welcoming each wave of pleasure as she created it.
She breathed a smile and circled her hips with increased eroticism, then moaned again when my grip tightened on her breasts.
“Meet you at the quarter?” she breathed out.
“You’re close?” I had to admit, for the lack of effort on my behalf, I was a little surprised she was keeping up.
Her pussy pulsed around my cock and coincided with a gasp flowing from Greer’s mouth. My balls tightened and one hand slapped to her thigh to urge her to meet me at the finish line, sooner rather than fucking later.
“Use me, mamacita. Use my body for what you need.”
As if needing the permission, Greer’s hands hit my chest, and she tilted her pelvis to grind her clit while continuing to work up and down my length. I laid a slap to her ass and gripped hard, relishing the feeling of her heat pulsing around me.
I landed another slap on her ass, only to recoil when she snapped, “No spanking.”
Watching her reactions closely for signs of caution, I wrapped my fingers around her slender neck and squeezed. Her body immediately responded in the way I hoped it would; her eyes flared open and shone with a lust that spurred me to add a little more pressure. A ghost of a smile confirmed her acceptance.
Her eyelids fell closed as her pussy began to spasm around me. It squeezed harder, longer, until her body shook violently as she came. Greer’s guttural cry filled my room and triggered my own release, and her movements continued to milk my cock until I stilled her.
She sat back in all her glory—perfectly pert tits like beacons to the world, nipples tight and dark, and her cunt still intermittently pulsing.
A sated smile wove across her mouth, followed by a light giggle. “Now that was worth staying a little longer for.”