Renegade Hearts (Rebels of Sandland 1)

He pushed his finger inside me as he fucked me with his mouth and I lost all ability to speak. I couldn’t even finish my sentence. I felt a build up inside me and then my whole body started to shake. My pussy clamped down tightly onto his fingers, like the muscles were going into spasm. My clit was pulsing fast like a drum and my legs were quivering like jelly. Holy fucking shit. So, that was what an orgasm felt like.

He lapped gently in-between my legs as little sparks and aftershocks went off. I lay there with my eyes closed feeling like I’d just gone through something biblical. Life changing. Truth be told, I had. Was it always like this? This all-consuming, heart-stopping, mind-blowingly amazing? From what Liv had told me, it wasn’t. Maybe I’d hit the jackpot. First time lucky.

Ryan rested back over me, he still had his jeans on, and when I kissed him I could taste myself on his lips. It was such a turn-on. And as sated as I felt, I still wanted to feel him. Do for him what he’d done for me. I ran my hand over the front of his jeans and I could feel how impossibly hard he was. He broke our kiss, but kept his forehead pressed against mine.

“I don’t expect you to do anything. Tonight has been perfect,” he said. I bit my lip and nodded, then popped the button on his jeans. I could feel his dick already poking out of the top. Even his boxers couldn’t hold him in. “Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes. I want to see you. Touch you.” I smiled, and he helped me to push his jeans and boxers off. He kicked them off onto the floor and lay next to me on the sofa, completely naked. “You’re beautiful,” I said, mirroring his words from earlier and he laughed.

“That’s the first time I’ve ever been called beautiful.” He pecked my nose and then rubbed it down the side of mine, giving me a slow seductive kiss. I loved Ryan’s kisses. I loved tasting him. But right now, he was distracting me. I moved my head to look down at his dick which was hard, long and thick. It was resting on my stomach and I went to touch him, but hesitated.

“Touch me, baby,” he said, taking my hand and wrapping it around his length. It felt soft like velvet even though it was hard. I wasn’t expecting that. He kept his hand over mine to show me how he liked to be stroked. I was glad. I didn’t have the first clue how to do this, but he didn’t seem to mind. When I found my rhythm, he moved his hand away and started kissing me again, squeezing my breasts and thrusting his hips into my hand. I wasn’t done exploring though, and when I took my hand away from his shaft and started to stroke over his balls, he moaned.

“Oh, baby. Just like that.” I knew I had to go gentler here and so I stroked and tickled, dragging my nails oh-so-delicately across his skin before cupping them. “So good.” He moaned and when I moved back to rubbing his shaft, he started to thrust faster into my hand. “Harder, baby. Hold me a little tighter.” I did, and he settled his head into the crook of my neck and started to grunt, pistoning his hips into me.

Suddenly, he pulled away and kneeled in-between my legs.

“I’m gonna come,” he said, moving my hand away and pumping his dick fast in his hand. I watched fascinated as he lifte

d my skirt back up with one hand and then beads of white cum spurted out of his dick onto my stomach. Hearing him groan made me start pulsing all over again. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, watching Ryan come on me… because of me.

“Holy fuck,” he said, resting back on his haunches and throwing his head back. “Fuck.”

He opened his eyes and looked at me, panting. I reached forward and ran my thumb over the tip of his dick, saving the last drop, and then I sucked my thumb into my mouth. His eyes bugged out of his head.

“Fucking hell, Em. That’s so fucking sexy. I really want to kiss the fuck out of you.”

“That’s a lot of f-bombs, babe.”

“All very necessary right now,” he said, leaning over to grab a box of tissues from the work bench behind him. He wiped himself off my stomach and then lay back over me, pulling me into him and kissing me. “Why have I waited so long? I should’ve locked you down ages ago.” He gave me a cheeky smile and I wrapped my arms around him to hold him close.

“Because all good things come to those who wait. Or is it save the best till last?”

“First, last, I don’t care. You, Em are everything.”

I woke up, quickly registering the fact that I was resting my head on a very warm, very solid chest and shamelessly drooling all over it. I reached my hand up slowly to wipe the evidence away and hoped he wasn’t awake to notice. As I moved, he stirred too, stretching his arms and then he planted a kiss on the top of my head. We were still tangled together on the tiny sofa in his workshop. I had no idea what time it was, but I was hoping it wasn’t too late.

Ryan reached down to the side of him and picked up his mobile phone from the pocket of his jeans. The screen flashed to life and he jolted, sitting upright, but making sure not to throw me off him as he did.

“Shit. Babe, it’s five-thirty.”

My mouth went dry. How the hell had we managed to sleep through the night? I wracked my brains, trying to remember if my dad would be home or still in London. I didn’t have a curfew as such since turning eighteen and I was technically an adult. But I knew if I got caught by him, sneaking in this morning, my life wouldn’t be worth living for the foreseeable future. Especially if he put two and two together and worked out where I’d been. Luckily, by my calculations, he wasn’t due back until tomorrow.

“I really need to go home.”

I still had my dress on, albeit gathered around my waist. I smoothed the skirt to cover my modesty and looked past Ryan to the floor to see where my underwear was. He was gloriously naked without a care in the world. I was covering my chest with my arms and trying not to blush. In the harsh light of day my confidence was starting to ebb away.

“Don’t hide yourself from me.” He sighed, pulling my arms down and giving me a gentle kiss. “You’re beautiful. Own it.”

“I’m not as body confident as you,” I said, trying but failing to not stare at the impressive erection he had going on.

“It’s morning. It always does that.” He laughed and then he reached round and picked up our clothes from the floor, passing my bra over and then shifting around to put his boxers on. He stood up and got himself dressed in record time while I sweated with embarrassment and wrestled with my bra clasp. My first morning after the night before and I got it now. I understood why Liv had called it the walk of shame. I didn’t feel shame as such. I didn’t regret anything I’d done with Ryan last night. But I felt the burn of awkwardness and self-consciousness this morning as it singed my skin. I was sure I was the colour of a beetroot right about now.

Ryan turned to face me, and he must’ve noticed my unease. He was getting quite good at reading me.

“Are you okay?” he asked, concern washing over him. He sat back down on the sofa next to me and took my hand in his. “Please tell me I haven’t scared you away. I know we got caught up with everything last night, but I can honestly say, hand on heart, that was the best night ever.” The little boy smirk he gave me melted any tension I felt in an instant.

“Enough already. I told you, I don’t scare easily. Not when it comes to you, anyway. I had a good time last night.”