Adrenaline Rush (Death Chasers MC 4)

Self-destruction, here I come.

I give up the pretenses of not needing this as much as he apparently does, and I arch my hips, giving him room to drag my damp underwear down my legs.

The vibrator immediately finds the spot I need it the most, and I cry out a little in surprise, as the powerful rush of adrenaline seizes the rest of my breath from my overwhelmed lungs.

My eyes fly open to find Rush staring down at me with a hooded, hungry gaze as he continues to work my vibrator like he once did when we were teens.

He leans down, and for a second, I’m convinced he’s going to kiss me, but his mouth moves to my ear as the pressure of his body teases mine with so much skin contact.

The orgasm crashes through me so abruptly that it steals the thunder of a build-up, and it almost hurts when he doesn’t stop. He inhales me like he’s breathing me in, as the sensitive tingles leave, preparing for a second orgasm that is definitely on its way to already building.

Especially when he clamps a hand over my mouth, reminding me of when we were young and dumb and working things out the only way we knew how to.

“Admit you’ve fucking missed me,” he whispers near my ear. “Because you’d have already kneed me in the balls by now if you felt any differently.”

It’s hard to say anything with a hand over my mouth, so at least that takes the pressure off from me blabbing just how much I’ve worked on not missing him.

My legs move of their own accord, sliding against the abrasive material of his jeans as I try to drag him closer.

He groans against me when I cry out into his unrelenting hand, my eyes screwing shut with the second, more powerful orgasm that crashes through me with the force of an angry stampede.

He jerks the vibrator away as I emptily clench around nothing, and the chill settles into me…until I feel his mouth replacing the vibrator. My eyes dart open again, and the soft strands of his hair tease my thighs as he begins working me toward my third orgasm of the night.

He’s a hell of a lot better at this than he used to be, and that actually pisses me off, stealing some of the mood of the moment as he does damn good work.

My anger flees quickly, because his cold eyes find mine, as he roughly tugs my legs apart even farther, before dragging them to be atop his shoulders, giving them room to come closer together and only intensifying each sensation.

Fuck’s sake.

I’m going to shatter this time.

Thunder crackles outside just as I whimper, and he actually growls against me as he gets more vicious. It’s like he’s demanding my next orgasm instead of coaxing it out of me.

It’s almost painful when he wins the war, because as I suspected, this one almost wrecks me. My entire body tenses as the sensations topple over me, one right after another. And he drags it out until I’m whimpering in pain instead of pleasure.

Abruptly, he tears his mouth away, and I’m flipped to my stomach in the next instant.

“Fuck me,” I whisper before I can stop myself.

The binds on my wrist cross with the new position, pushing my hands closer together, and allowing me to lift up on my elbows as I push back against him.

I feel the jeans grating against my ass as he lifts me up to my knees. I track his movements with my other senses instead of sight, feeling his hand move between us as the sound of his jeans being undone resonates in my ears, right alongside my pounding heartbeat.

My breath hitches when I feel another more matured part of his body prodding my entrance, slipping easily through the arousal. Just as I think he’s about to capitalize on my whispered, desperate demand, he shoves my legs together.

His legs move to be on either side of my hips, as he starts thrusting between my legs, leaning over me as his hand slides into my hair and roughly tugs my head to the side. The movements ignite a lot of frustration in me, because I’ve never wanted sex so much in my life, and he’s denying it just because he has the control, while simulating the sensations for himself.

His other hand shoves under my shirt as he grabs onto my left breast as an anchor, using it to control my movements against him, and his dick continues moving between my thighs as he uses me for his release.

I wish I didn’t want him so much right now, but I’d forgotten what it was like to be at the mercy of Rush.

I overestimated my self-control around him.

He buries his face against my neck just as his loud groan vibrates against my throat. His body stills against me, and I feel something wet hitting my chest. That’s why the bastard lifted my shirt. That’s why I’m at this angle.