SCOUT
“What are you doing here?”
Desi glared at me, in full makeup, looking very much like Brandon Lee, from the movie we’d watched well over a month ago.His chest heaved and his broad shoulders rose and fell.
Desi stood frozen, his smoldering gaze penetrated my soul.
I lost my breath. Suddenly, my brain shifted from shock from seeing him, to curiosity about the time of night.
I opened my mouth but he lurched his arm forward, grabbing onto my shoulder. He tightened his grasp and pushed me backward into the house.
The lights flickered and then went out completely. Ringing silence filled the air, and Desi reached for my hips, pulling me into him. I stared up at him, seeing the sexy mix of Brandon Lee’s character and Desi. I was living a fantasy.
He leaned in to kiss me, pressing his lips hard onto mine, crushing any questions I had about his intentions tonight.
Desi wasn’t here to simply tease me, to play a game. He was here to ravage me.
I stumbled as he led me through the house in the pitch dark. The rain beat down against the house and onto the roof, but it was muffled by the blood pumping through my ears.
We reached my room, and Desi shut the door behind him quickly. He stripped off his rain-soaked shirt and tossed it onto the carpet. The lightning that went with it lit up the room, and I lost all train of thought.
Desi was beautiful.
He continued to dip his head down so his eyes looked even more dangerous. He could have been in the movie rather than Brandon Lee.
“Desi.”
He stormed over to me and lifted me in the air.I wrapped my legs around him, and he cupped my ass, pinning me to him.
Our mouths found each other’s, desperate and eager to reconnect. It had been so long. I needed him now.My skin grew warm with desire as my dry clothes connected with his damp body.
“I missed you so much.” He planted kisses on my jaw, my neck, and then my collarbone.
Desi carried me to my bed.
Lightning crackled again, lighting up his pale body and white-painted face. He raised his arms and my soul left my body.
My face must have revealed my thoughts because suddenly Desi’s serious demeanor shifted. He smirked and bent down.
I raised my knees to my chest and he crawled slowly onto the bed and up to me, pulling my legs back down. His hands drifted up my thighs.I savored the feel of his calloused, chilled hands on my soft, warm skin.He found my shorts and underwear and began to tug.I raised my hips to allow him to fully remove them.
His bright blue eyes raked over my naked body, and I, in turn, admired his chiseled frame. He still wore his black jeans, but I was fine with that. Paired with the makeup, it was intensely sexy.
Desi spread my legs apart and pushed himself through, finding my lips and parting them. His tongue probed me, discovering how wet I was in the mere five minutes since he’d arrived. He slid a finger inside me and began to fuck me as he lapped at my arousal.
I gasped and squirmed as he sucked hard on the bundle of nerves there.
I closed my eyes and threw my head back.
How I had missed his touch.
A full month of self-indulgence didn’t come close to even a single touch from the real thing.
I came barely a minute later, and Desi kept licking until my body stopped shaking.
He tweaked my nipples. He kissed me then, shoving his tongue into my mouth. I tasted myself and groaned. He was so good with his mouth.
We continued kissing, and he ground his body, still half-dressed, into my naked one. He kept a finger inside me, thrusting his hips in time with his hand.
