Painkiller

Rosie pulled away and looked at Rebel, knowing her eyes were half-mast because they felt heavy to keep open. Her arousal was just too intense right now.

“The way you’re looking at me is about to have my control snapping, baby.” His voice was low and rough, like sandpaper moving along her body.

“And what way am I looking at you?” Even she could hear how sultry her voice sounded.

But their parents had called when they’d gotten home from school and said their meetings would be going on longer than they thought, and they wouldn’t be home until really late.

So she and Rebel had the house all to themselves, and it was still early.

“You’re looking at me like you want me to fuck you, like you want me to ease that arousal you have.” He leaned in close and whispered in her ear, “You look like how I probably look, because right now I want to do all of that and more.”

Her heart pounded so hard that she felt like it would burst right through her ribcage. Rebel smelled so good, like cologne and a scent that was all him, all masculine.

His gaze was lowered and trained on her lips, and she felt them part under the weight of his stare. Damn, Rebel just had this raw masculinity that poured from him, and Rosie couldn’t have stopped this even if she’d wanted to.

She went to lean forward that small inch to seal their lips together, but before she could even move Rebel started speaking.

“I am going to fuck you so hard and good when you sit down tomorrow you’ll still feel me inside of you, still feel the soreness of how fucking good I stretched out your cunt.”

He lifted his gaze from her mouth and looked at her eyes. After a prolonged second he finally eased the suffering and kissed her. Rebel was potent, so damn intoxicating, and he was about to have his way with her.

“Tell me how much you fucking want this, baby. I want to actually hear you say it. I want to hear you tell me how much you want my cock in your pussy.” His breath brushed along her lips, and a small sound left her.

Here, now, and especially with Rebel, she felt so very helpless and feminine. It was an incredible feeling, knowing this man would take care of her in all facets.

“Tell me you want me to do filthy fucking things to you, that I’m the only one you want … ever.” He slid his hand over her thigh, along her hip, and up her side to rest right by her breasts.

A shiver worked its way through her body, and as much as she wanted to say those words, her throat was too tight and her mouth too dry to say anything.

“Tell me what you want, Rosie.” He slid his hand over her breast, very slowly, teasing her, tormenting her.

When he covered the mound a moan spilled from her on its own.

“Come on, baby. Tell me what I want to hear.” He applied pressure to her breast, and curled his hand around her sensitive flesh until a sting of pain filled her and mixed with the pleasure.

Rosie let her head fall back slightly, not able to hold it up anymore as pleasure tore through her. Rebel had his mouth on her exposed throat, licking, sucking, and running his teeth along the skin.

She was going to come before he even fucked her.

“I want you, every part of you. Fuck me, Rebel.”

And she knew he would until she was sated and couldn’t even keep her eyes open.

Chapter Twelve

Rebel groaned deeply against Rosie’s neck, his cock so hard, and pre-cum slipping out of the tip because he was so turned on. She tasted sweet, addictive.

He flattened his tongue and ran it up the length of her neck, over and over again, knowing he was just tormenting both of them with going slow. But he wanted this to last, even if he ached to fuck her.

Her breasts were more than a handful, and her nipples were rock hard, pressing again the material of her shirt. He wanted the damn clothing off, wanted to feel her naked body pressed up against his.

His cock jerked against the zipper of his jeans, and he couldn’t hold in his groan.

Rebel wanted her, and he was going to fucking have her. “You have no idea how hard I am for you, baby.”

She moaned, and the vibrations that came from her neck went right to his mouth, and had his cock growing impossibly harder.

“I’m so wet,” she whispered, and it was his turn to groan.

“There are so many things I’d like to do to you, baby, but I don’t want to push you.”

She moaned and thrust her chest into his hands. “Tell me what you want to do to me.”