Renegade Hearts (Rebels of Sandland 1)

“So, what are you working on?” I asked, glancing at the silver car that sat in the middle of his workshop. It’d transformed even more since

I was last here. I’d say it was ready to fly. It looked spectacular.

“Working on? I’m working on trying not to come across as a douchebag to this really hot, really beautiful girl. Even though she’s probably thinking up a million excuses to get out of here and escape.”

His gaze went from comical to lustful in seconds and he reached over and ran his fingers down my arm. Such a small gesture, and yet I felt goose-bumps break out all over me.

“I think you’re doing just fine,” I managed to say as I struggled to catch my breath.

He lent down to look at me with his hair falling over his eyes. I put my hands on his chest and I could feel his heart beat thumping, racing almost as fast as mine. He swallowed and then with a gravelly voice he said, “If at any time I’m not doing… fine, just tell me. No pressure.”

I nodded.

There was a sofa against the back wall and he took my hand and led me across to it. I kicked my ballet pumps off and sat down, curling my feet underneath me. Ryan edged closer towards me, then brushed my hair behind my ear and stroked my cheek.

“Just kiss me,” I said, not wanting to wait a second longer, and he did. He crashed his lips to mine in a desperate hungry kiss, taking what he needed. This wasn’t sweet and slow like our other kisses. This was raw and passionate. He was holding my head in place and gripping my hair. I did the same, threading my fingers through his hair and pulling him into me. He moved his hands down to my thighs, pushing underneath my skirt and sliding them up until he was cupping my ass, my bare ass.

“Fuck-” he said, pulling his lips away from mine, lifting my skirt and looking down. I guess he liked black lacy thongs, because when he saw what I had on underneath he went full-on animal on me.

He pushed me back, so I was lying down and covered me with his whole body, pressing me into the sofa. Then his lips were back on mine; his tongue tasting and teasing me, his hands massaging my ass and his hips grinding into me. I kissed him back, lacing my tongue with his, loving how warm and sexy he felt. I ran my hands from his hair to his neck then I did some exploring of my own, dipping underneath his T-shirt to feel the rock-hard abs he had hidden under there.

He broke away, both of us panting like we’d run a marathon, and he reached behind to pull his T-shirt off over his head, all the time keeping eye contact with me. He was perfection. Tanned, toned and looking good enough to eat. He threw the T-shirt onto the floor and started to kiss me again. I couldn’t keep my hands off him. He felt so smooth, so sexy and so mine. I hated that my dress was stopping me from getting the full Ryan Hardy experience. I wanted his skin against me without any barriers.

He started to kiss down my neck and I gasped, closing my eyes. His fingers toyed with the straps of my dress and then I felt him pulling, sliding them down my arms.

“Is this okay?” he asked in a husky voice. I couldn’t stop this even if I wanted to. Scratch that. I didn’t want to stop it. Boy, I couldn’t even form coherent thoughts right now.

“Yes,” I replied in a breathy voice. He lifted up onto his elbows slightly and I managed to pull my arms free of the straps of my dress. I lay there in my black lacy bra with my dress bunched around my waist. Ryan’s breathing was deep, and he touched my chest delicately with his fingers, tracing over the lace. Then he bent down and put his mouth over my breast, sucking through the lace. I gave a little cry and pushed myself up into him. It felt good feeling his hot wet mouth on me, even through the material.

He bit down gently, taking my puckered nipple into his mouth and rubbing it with his tongue. Then he let go and moved to my other breast, giving it the same treatment. I writhed underneath him. I knew breasts could be sensitive, but they’d never felt like this. Having him kiss them was making me wet, and I could feel pulsing in-between my legs. I hooked one of my legs over his hip and angled myself, rubbing against him to get some kind of friction.

Ryan’s hand went around my back, feeling for the hook of my bra, and then he snapped it, pulling it right off and dropping it next to his T-shirt. I didn’t feel shy or embarrassed lying under him like this. I’d always thought I would, but I didn’t. He made me feel safe, protected, desired. The heat in his eyes made me feel powerful. A power I liked having. I wanted more.

“You’re so beautiful, Em,” he whispered as he looked from my eyes to my breasts and then his mouth was on them again; sucking, biting, driving me absolutely crazy. I couldn’t stop panting. I was breathless with need. He massaged them with his hands as he went to work with his talented tongue and I held his head, grabbing fistfuls of his hair in desperation.

I could feel the hardness in his jeans and I ground my hips into him, trying to get some relief. He moved his hand down my body and back onto my thigh, lifting my skirt. He kneaded my ass then he moved to inside my thigh, his fingers stroking so so close to where I needed them, but not quite getting there.

“Please,” I begged quietly into the air and he moaned, rubbing his fingers over my pussy through my underwear. So fucking good and still not enough.

“You’re so wet,” he groaned into my ear. Rubbing me over and over. I lifted my hips, wanting, no, needing more. “Can I touch you?” he asked. I nodded then gave a low, guttural groan as he ran his finger underneath the thin strip of lace and pushed it aside. Then his finger was on me, sliding through my lips and over my clit, making me roll my hips in time with him.

He rubbed in circles and then slowly he moved lower, pushing his finger inside me and making me moan louder. I could feel the palm of his hand against me as he stroked inside, curling forward and making me sweat and pant for more. It felt so good. Too good. He was fucking me with his fingers and I loved it.

“I want to taste you,” he gasped into my ear and I nodded again. I wasn’t capable of speaking. I was too lost in the sensations he was creating. All I could focus on was what he was doing to me and grinding my hips to make it feel even better.

He kissed down my stomach, flicking his tongue into my belly button and I watched him, my eyes heavy and my body like liquid. I stroked over his hair as he ventured lower and he looked up at me, full of lust and desire. I knew right then I’d do anything for him.

He pulled his finger out and I moaned at the loss of him. But he just smiled and then pulled my thong down my legs and clean off. Then he opened my legs wider and sighed. “So fucking beautiful and so fucking mine.”

He bent down, using his thumbs to part my lips and then he ran his tongue over my clit. My hips bucked forward involuntarily, and I cried out. Holy shit, I’d never felt anything this good in my whole life. He licked over and around my clit and then sucked it into his mouth, rubbing his tongue over and over before letting it pop out again.

Fuck, this was gonna send me over the edge.

He carried on licking, swirling, sucking, teasing me with his tongue and I rocked my hips onto his mouth being more brazen than I’d ever been. I didn’t even recognise this Emily. She was wild. He made me wild.

I could feel myself tighten up down there and I clung to the edge of the sofa.

“Oh… Ryan, I’m…”