Rebel (Renegades 2)

“How long have you wanted me?”

“Since the airport. ”

“Still want this?” he waved the container.

“No. I want you. I just want you. ” She tried to lean forward to kiss him, but he held her in place. “Fuck me, Wes. ”

His body went loose. The cardboard ice-cream container hit the sink. Wes lowered his head and closed his eyes. “You have no fucking idea how long I’ve waited to hear you say that. ”

He lifted his head and met her gaze. His eyes were the color of storm clouds, deep charcoal gray. This skin over his cheekbones had gone tight, his lids heavy. He was the most beautiful man she’d ever known. And nothing had ever felt so right as saying yes to him.

His hand lifted, his fingers sliding over her lips. They were cold, and she startled. Then tasted chocolate. She opened her eyes and found his fingers covered in ice cream. She closed her eyes again and pulled his index finger between her lips, savoring the taste of the melting dessert on his skin.

“God, what a mouth,” he said, his voice raspy. “Look at me when you do that. ”

She opened her eyes and met his gaze as she pulled one finger from her mouth and sucked another in. His gaze was dazed, his nostrils flared as he watched. When she’d licked them clean, she whispered, “Put it on your cock. ”

His hand moved back to the carton but returned to her body, not his own. He pressed a handful of chocolate ice cream to the center of her chest and she gasped—in both cold and shock. “Wes!”

His mouth turned in an utterly wicked grin, and he slid his cold, slippery hand down her body. She half laughed, half moaned. When his hand pushed beneath her panties and between her legs, she screeched and wiggled away. “Wes, shit. ”

She clamped her thighs, but they were locked around his hips. His hand moved freely in the most bizarre, erotic sensation. The freezing ice cream, his warm hand, the slide, the way his fingers stroked her. “Oh my God. I don’t believe you. ”

He watched his hand disappear beneath her white panties with that sloppy, sticky mess. “I’ll never look at Triple Chocolate the same way again. ”

“Come on, Wes. Let go of the shirt. ”

“I kinda like you helpless. ”

One side at a time, he dragged her panties off her hips and breathed a heavy moan when her pussy came into view. “God damn. ”

He yanked her panties off her legs and, with his gaze locked on her pussy, went for another handful of ice cream.

“Wes—” she said in warning, struggling to scoot back on the counter. “Don’t—”

His hand pressed between her legs with a handful of cold chocolate. Rubi squealed, whimpered, pleaded. He ignored her. The touch of his hand was so deliberate, so confident, so perfect, the ice cream didn’t even seem cold anymore. She was hot. Burning to have his cock sliding between her legs. She fell back on her elbows, and lifted her hips.

His fingers stroked, confident, sure, then he pushed deep inside. An electrifying cold streak mixed with the blissful pressure, and she gasped. It was like nothing she’d ever felt before. And so strangely exciting.

He added another finger, and cold raced along her walls. His thumb caressed circles around her clit, freezing and stimulating at the same time.

“Wes, I can’t…” She rocked her hips, trying for more friction, and growled, “Goddammit, Wes. Please. ”

A deep, hungry sound rolled from his chest. He released her shirt and gripped her hips with both hands, pushing her back on the counter. Her arm hit something near the cooktop, and it crashed to the floor. Nearby, Rodie barked, then whined. Wes spread her thighs with chocolate-smeared hands and bent, pressing his open, hot mouth to her pussy.

Heat pierced the cold tissues, shooting a thrill through her lower body. Tightening her nipples. The heat burned through her, sliding over her skin with a sizzling sensation. Her back arched in pleasure, and she slipped from her elbows, falling back on the granite.

Wes sucked all the chocolate he’d smeared on her skin as if he were starved. His hums and growls and moans of pleasure filled the room, mixing with her own. His mouth was as amazing as his hands. He stroked her with his tongue, a slow, strong swirl around and a around her clit, just enough pressure and play to push her higher and higher, but not enough to give her release.

She lifted her head, and the sight of those strong shoulders holding her thighs apart speared a current of lust straight between her legs.

“Wes…” She lifted her hips, begging for more. Wanting, needing to come.

His eyes opened, dark and hot, and watched her as he opened his whole mouth over her with pressure and heat and the frantic, strong stroke of his tongue.

“Ah…” Her eyes fell closed. Her back arched against the counter. “Yes. Yes. ”

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