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The small moments of the night replayed over and over in her head, and it nagged at her. There had been a difference to Rakan tonight, his normal flirty banter more poignant, his eyes lingered just a bit longer. She almost considered it all as being just in her head, her brothers had given no indication they had noticed a change. But it was there, she was sure of it.
“Hey, give me a minute, I think I forgot something at Rakan’s.” She finally said aloud, drawing her brothers to a stop about a block away from Rakan’s house. “Let me run back and grab it real quick.”
“Really, Rika?” Kenu sighed and shook his head with a good-natured smile. “Fine, go get it."
It was a quick jog back to his door, and she let herself in without a second thought. It was unlikely he had gotten up to much in five minutes and if he had, he knew enough to lock his door. “Rakan?”
“Hey, Iri, over here.” There was curiosity in his voice, and she found him in the hallway leading to his bathroom, a towel thrown over his shoulder in anticipation of a shower. “What’s up?”
“What’s your deal?” She crossed her arms over her chest, looking up at him as she drew closer.
“Meaning?” He looked amused, an easy grin on his face as he leaned against the wall and looked her over, eyes lingering on her bare legs, following the the curve of the stripes on her thighs to where they disappeared up into her shorts.
“That.” She gestured up at him and his grin widened.
“That? I’ve always done that. Nothing wrong with admiring a beautiful woman, is there?”
Her ire sparked a little at that, and she couldn’t place why. “You know what. You’re right, you always do that. Foolish for me to think otherwise. Look all you want, you wouldn’t know what to do with me even if you had me.”
His laugh stopped her before she turned around, and her irritation rose even further.
“I mean that, Rakan. You’re all flirt and wit and talk, but you never actually make a move, do you? If you’re half as attracted to me as you act like you would--”
His lips were warm and softer than she could have thought against hers, and still tasted of the beer consumed earlier in the evening as they were all playing cards. Her hands found the firm plane of his chest and shoved him back with surprising force for such a reedy woman. Her eyes were hard as they studied his face, her lips partially opened and for a heart sickening moment, he was sure he had fucked up and crossed a line. Her fingers tangled in the slack fabric of his untucked shirt, pulling him back to her with equal force, her lips hard and eager on his.
A second hard tug on his shirt sent some buttons scattering across the floor, and desire spiked hard through his body. His hands found her ribs through the thin fabric of her shirt and ran lower and around to her back. He cupped her bottom and yanked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, growling against her mouth at the feel of it. Her teeth nipped into his lip, and the force of her back hitting the wall forced her lips from his, surprise evident as the skin of her neck darkened in color.
That was his moment to strike, his tongue laving over her bottom lip before nipping at it, pulling and suckling at it until her lips parted. His head spun with the way she tasted, the feel of her tongue against his. Her hands had worked free the last remaining buttons on his shirt, pushing the fabric as far down his arms as she could manage. He pulled his hands from her ass, pressing into her more firmly to support her against the wall as he yanked his shirt the rest of the way off. He grabbed the hem of her shirt next, tugging up it was up over her head and free of her arms, baring her chest to him as another spike of desire ran through him.
He cupped her ass firmly again, carrying her and dropping her on the first surface he found, the counter to the kitchen bar. Her hands were quick and nimble on the fly to his pants, undoing them and shoving them down along with his briefs, her toes hooking the fabric to push it even further down until he stepped free of them. She watched between his legs with an intensity that made his cock twitch. But she was still wearing too many clothes for his liking, and her shorts were dealt with as quickly as he could, but the small scrap of lace she called underwear? Those had to go too, and his patience was wearing thin. He gripped the fabric tight and wrenched it at each leg hole, ripping it free of her body.
He claimed her mouth again, swallowing her moan as his hands remained behind, massaging her thighs with firm circular motions of his thumbs. Her legs parted as he massaged higher, his hands getting closer and closer to their intended destination. She reached for him, trying to lever herself into a position that afforded more control. His thumb grazed her clit and her advance faltered with a gasp, his tongue taking the initiative to invade her mouth again.
He pressed his thumb more firmly against her, relishing the way her hips suddenly bucked against his hand. She moved once again to try and touch him, her fingers lightly grazing his cock with a searing heat, but he started a steady rhythm and she half sobbed into his mouth. He trailed open mouth kisses from her lips across her jaw and down her neck, finding a soft spot to suck on.
“Gods, Rakan.” Irikah’s voice was hoarse and pleading, a hand firm but gentle against the back of his head, holding him against the spot he suckled and worried between his teeth. His thumb slipped lower, testing her slit and finding it wet and ready. How easy would it be for him to slide in where she was already so eager, and ride out this torrent of passion to its obvious conclusion?
No. If this was going to be his one chance with her, to make his impression, he needed to make sure it stood out against all her other experiences in her perfect memory. He steeled his resolve and ignored his throbbing cock as he moved his whole hand to rub against her, heel of his palm against her clit and his fingers teasing her entrance. He caught her loud moan of pleasure with his mouth as his fused fingers slipped into her slick heat, starting a steady rhythm. He would have chuckled with how urgent her hips rocked against his hand, if it wasn’t so hot. Both of her hands now had a firm hold on his fringe, holding his mouth against hers as her tongue took control of the kiss, sweeping his mouth before pulling back and biting his bottom lip hard. Her eyes met his full of lust, finally releasing his lip from between her teeth with a grin.
He removed his fingers from her and grabbed her hips, yanking her to the edge of the counter. She fell back onto her hands at the sudden motion, and he grinned, licking his bruised lip in anticipation as he knelt between her legs, sliding his hands to her knees and spreading them further. He licked from the bottom of her slit up and over her clit, relishing the way her breath caught in her throat and she whimpered.
“Damn it, more.” Her hips were still rocking, gentler now against his face, but still urgent. Rakan was more than happy to oblige, lifting her legs up and over his shoulders, one arm curling around her thigh to hold it still and gain access to her clit at the same time. His thumb brushed over her relentlessly as he savored her, wanting to taste every hidden crevice, set every nerve aflame with his tongue. He heard her fall fully back against the counter with a dull thud, her legs trembling and tightening around his head. “Oh gods, yes!”
He paused and panted for breath and to try and tamp down on his own desire before he continued, blowing cool air over her as his thumb pressed firmer against her. Her whole body was trembling now, her fingers shaking as she just barely managed to brush the sides of his head in a bid to get him to return to his prize.
“Say my name, Irikah.” His voice was low and huskier than he ever thought it could be, his tongue replacing his thumb for a second, sucking hard on her clit to be rewarded with her thighs tightening further and her heels knocking into his back as she arched.
“Rakan!” It burst from her lips like a curse the first time, then again, more urgent, and then over and over like a prayer, or begging. He kept his attention on her clit, sucking and licking and scraping his teeth ever so gently over it until she was incoherent. Her legs shook violently when she finally came, her back arching full off the counter and her heels dug into his back for leverage. She collapsed back onto the counter, her whole body quaking and twitching as the last waves of her orgasm washed over her, and her legs went slack and trembling around his head.
He released her leg and stood slowly, catching her legs as they slipped off his shoulders, setting them gently against the counter. He admired the way her chest rose and fell rapidly as she gasped to regain her breath. Her eyes were clenched shut, her lips slightly parted. Her eyes snapped open as he scooped her up, unable to formulate her question before he settled her on his couch, someplace more comfortable to regain herself.
He plopped next to her, closing his eyes and thinking about what just happened, and how gladly he’d look back on this while he was taking care of himself later. He was almost painfully hard now, every one of her moans and quivers winding him up further. It was taking all of his restraint not to touch himself now, he was half certain Irikah wouldn’t say anything if he did, but it felt wrong. Tonight was for her, though none of this was planned. No, he’d wait until she left for home.
“I told you you wouldn’t know what to do with me if you had me.” Her voice was breathy, as was her laugh afterwards. He felt her readjust herself on the cushions next to him.
“Hm?” He cracked an eye open at her words and the increase of movement next to him to find her swinging a leg over his, settling in his lap with his erection lolling against the warmth of her thigh. His question died in his throat as her hand wrapped, steady and sure, around him and pumped him once, twice. A thumb rolled over his tip, and he tried to buck, but her weight on his lap limited his movement. She moved herself up and against him, and he could feel her wetness against the underside of his shaft as she ground against him.
Irikah’s smile turned wicked as she raised herself above him, one hand positioning his cock. She sank down onto him slowly, allowing herself to adjust around him. He seized her hips in his hands as she settled firmly onto him, her eyes closed and a blissful look on her face before she rolled her hips once, twice, testing the feel of him. “Oh, Rakan…”
“Fuck, Iri.” He tightened his grip on her hips as she rolled them again, teasingly slow, her walls fluctuating around him, squeezing him. So much more intense without a barrier, but with her, with Irikah, she could have it any way she wanted. She kissed him hard and full on the mouth, nibbling his bottom lip as she pulled away. She adjusted her weight and lifted herself up until he was barely inside of her before slipping back down to the hilt with a loud moan.
She stayed at that pace, that maddeningly slow pace for what seemed liked forever, ignoring all of his attempts to urge her on faster. He was so close after so much build up, but the rhythm, it was just shy of what he needed. Her hand traveled down to caress her oversensitive clit, gasping and disrupting her rhythm as she bucked against her own hand. She buried her face against his shoulder as her breathing grew more and more erratic, finally allowing him to guide her to the right pace with his painfully tight grip on her hips.
He held her down against his base as the tension uncoiled from his stomach, his cock twitching within her. He could feel the back of her hand against his stomach as she rubbed herself more urgently, her teeth biting hard into his shoulder as she started to shudder, muffling the keening moan coming out of her. He moved one hand up to the back of her neck, massaging the tense muscles there as they both came down from the high, the pressure on his shoulder lessening until she released him with a soft content sigh.
Rakan wanted to put his arms around her, hold her close, but she was already moving. Pulling herself off of him with a funny wet noise before dropping back onto the cushion next to him, her legs unsteady and unwilling to hold her weight. Instead, he took another opportunity to admire her, the deepened purple of her neck, a spot almost black with bruising from where he had suckled it earlier. The relaxed muscles of her body as she lay draped over the couch, her legs parted and the tender flesh there also deepened in color and quite… messy. It was an image he was happy to commit to memory.
“Shit.” The word burst out of her after a minute or two of comfortable silence. She sat upright suddenly, jolted from her haze. “Fuck!”
“Irikah?” He looked over at her as she got up, her brow furrowed as she looked around the room.
“I told Siyet and Kenu that I’d only be a few minutes. Where the fuck are my clothes?” She strode across the room quickly, picking her shorts up from the bottom of the counter, holding up the shredded remains of her underwear in dismay before bunching them up and tossing it in his garbage. She yanked the denim up her legs and buttoned them quickly, retrieving her shirt from the hallway and pulling it down over her head. “They’re going to be pissed.”
“Relax, Irikah. It’s not like you and I have never hung out on our own.” He adjusted himself on the couch to a more comfortable position, half smiling at her sudden urgency.
“Yeah? Usually our ‘hanging out’ doesn’t end with you owing me a new pair of underwear.” She quipped, heading towards the door. She paused before turning to look back at him. “And you do owe me another pair. Those weren’t cheap.”
The door swung shut behind her before he could reply. He’d gladly pay the cost of a pair of underwear for what just happened.