Sex Bucket List • Tokyo revengers

Part 4 - Chapter 16

Rindou's bedroom was warm, the air thick with heat, the faint scent of his cologne mixing with the charged electricity between our bodies. His mouth crashed onto mine, tongue sliding past my lips with desperation that bordered on feral.

I'd brought Rindou to his bedroom to talk. To tell him about Izana. At least, that was the plan. But I never even got the chance to say what I came here to say. One look, one touch, and we were kissing, stumbling toward the bed like gravity had shifted between us. And from that moment on, we hadn't stopped.

His hands roamed with purpose, finding the bare skin beneath my shirt, fingertips skating over my spine like he was trying to memorize every inch of me.

A soft sound escaped me, breathless and involuntary, and I felt the way it stirred something in him. His grip tightened on my waist, dragging me into his lap, our hips locking like puzzle pieces.

The bulge pressing against me made my pulse skip. He wanted me.

I wanted him too.

His lips trailed down my throat, open-mouthed and hot, teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp. I arched against him, threading my fingers into his hair, tugging just hard enough to earn a low groan from deep in his chest.

But then—
A voice.
From beyond the door.

Laughter. And Izana's voice. Muffled but unmistakable.

I froze for a second, breath catching. Rindou paused too, lips resting at the hollow of my collarbone.

"You okay?" he asked, voice husky.

I didn't answer. Instead, I leaned in harder, kissed him again, slower this time, like I was trying to replace that voice in my head with the taste of his mouth. He responded immediately, with a curse against my lips and a growl in his throat, pressing himself harder against me.

For a few seconds, it worked. The only sounds in the room were the wet pull of kisses and the rustle of fabric between us.

Then...

Knock, knock.

"Rin! Time to go!" Ran's voice came loud and clear from behind the door.

Rindou groaned, slumping forward with his forehead against my shoulder. "Fuck," he muttered.

I brushed my fingers through his hair. "Go where?" I asked, still catching my breath.

He pulled back slightly, brushing a hand down my thigh. "To the race."

I blinked. "What race?"

"Just a small race," he said casually, though his jaw was tight. "Nothing big. But people place bets. You can make money."

Slowly, I slid off of him, letting him get out of bed.

"It's not dangerous, is it?" I asked, my brows knitting together.

He paused.

Too long.

"No," he finally said.

I tilted my head, searching his face and forcing his gaze to meet mine. "Promise?"

His throat bobbed. "Promise."

He kissed me again, quick and firm, like punctuation. Then he grabbed his hoodie off the chair and shrugged it on.

Sliding out of his bed, I adjusted my clothes and followed him to the door.

When we stepped out into the hallway, the energy shifted.