Flawed Love: House of Obsidian by Lauren McKellar, Bella Jewel

my shoulder. I stay sitting, not touching him, not doing anything but enjoying how amazing this feels. He shifts his body and wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me until I’m forced to straddle him. He remains sitting on the side of my bed, his feet touching the floor, but he holds onto me so I don’t fall.
    I can feel his cock growing and swelling beneath me, and I squirm as it presses to my very hot, very wet core. God, this feels incredible. “Rainer,” I breathe as he takes the hem of my dress and starts sliding it up. His fingers graze over my hipbones and up my belly, as he takes it over my head. I’m left straddling him in just my bra and panties. He reaches up, stroking a thumb over the swell of my breast. I say nothing.
    “How dirty do you like to be, kid?” he rasps, lifting his face so his eyes pin mine. He’s making sure I answer truthfully.
    His question shocks me, so for a second I just sit on his lap, staring at him. His thumb is still moving over my breast, and it’s distracting me. I think seriously about his question—well, at least, I try to. I’m not totally sure what he means by dirty. Is he speaking of erotic sex, or erotic games? I have no idea, but I want to find out.
    “I don’t exactly know what you’re asking, Rainer,” I breathe.
    “Have you ever had these fucked?” he asks, cupping my breast.
    “N-n-n-no,” I say in a small, shaky voice.
    “Have you ever had a man come on them?”
    My thighs clench together.
    “No.”
    “What about fucking you in the ass?”
    I flinch. “No.”
    “You ever watched a man’s cock driving in and out of you in a mirror?”
    Holy shit, Rainer got dirty.
    “No.”
    “Have you ever had a man put ice deep inside your cunt, and fuck you?”
    I shiver. Ice? Oh my God.
    “No,” I squeak.
    “What about licking beer from your sweet pussy?”
    I swallow. “N-n-n-no.”
    “Public sex?”
    “Kind of,” I say. “With you.”
    He grins.
    “All of those things, would you try them?”
    I study his face. With him, I’d bend over and take it anyway he wanted to give it, but I don’t want to sound too excited, so I just lick my lower lip and nod. He makes a low, throaty grumbling sound in his chest, and then he takes my hips and rotates them over his cock.
    “I thought we were a casual fuck,” I dare to say. “You sound like you have quite a list.”
    “There are a good deal of meanings behind the word casual. I’m not done with you yet, and if you’re good with just having fun, then I’d like to do all of those things to you.”
    I gasp a little. “Okay.”
    “Starting with putting my cock between these sweet tits.”
    I nod and he stands, taking me with him. He carries me with a hand on my ass to the edge of the bed. He sits me down and then places a hand to the middle of my chest and pushes me back. I lie down, and he gently moves my body back until my head is against the headboard. He makes light work of stripping my bra and panties off, and my cheeks flame when he stares down at my naked body.
    “You’re beautiful, Mali,” he murmurs, tugging at his shorts.
    He has no shame. It worries me, because I wonder how many times he’s done this for him to have no care about taking his clothes off in front of someone he thinks he doesn’t know. How many women have there been? Tens? Hundreds? Dare I say thousands? I’d like to think Rainer hadn’t lost respect for himself, but I don’t know what has happened in his life, so how am I to know what drives him?
    “So are you,” I whisper, reaching up and stroking a finger down his chest.
    He says nothing, but his body does stiffen slightly. He doesn’t stop me, though, or ask me to stop. He takes a deep breath, and then he leans down and kicks his shorts off until he’s fully naked above me. His mouth finds my nipple and I groan as he sucks it in, swirling his tongue around the tip. He does this to both, while I thrust my hips up towards his, feeling the hard, hot length of his cock