Rebel (Renegades 2)

Wes shook his head. He wasn’t going to last twenty. No. Fucking. Way.

“Um…” Rachel said, clearly suspicious. “Sure…I guess?”

When her feet sounded on the stairs and her voice picked up in conversation with someone outside, then faded, Wes let out a breath of relief and glanced down at Rubi. This had to be a fucking fantasy.

Goddamned fucking lucky bastard.

“Baby…” he said, panting. “We should probably—”

“Finish. ”

Wes was going to say stop, even though it was the last thing he wanted to do. “Oh hell. I like your idea so much better. ”

Rubi laughed, then her lids grew heavy and she licked her lips. “I can’t wait to taste you. ”

Once she slid his cock between her lips again, all teasing, all playtime, was over. She was on a mission to make him shatter. Her tongue did things he’d never felt before. The slide of her lips, the texture of her mouth, the pleasured sounds vibrating over his length was way beyond his experience. This was a woman who loved to suck cock. And the difference from a woman who did it as a favor or a chore was indescribable.

Wes sank his hands deep into her silky hair again, rested his head against the door, and set his eyes on the erotic sight of Rubi fucking him—wantonly, like she couldn’t get enough—with her mouth.

Once he let go of the resistance to come, the orgasm was there, pounding on the door, demanding release. The heat, the pressure, the spiraling lust slamming against his senses, over and over like waves in a storm.

“Rubi…” He growled through clenched teeth.

She looked up at him as she pulled his length from her mouth, oh, so innocently. “What?”

“Finish, please. ”

“Finish what, Wes? Say it. ”

“Suck me off. ” The words were a harsh demand. To say he was on edge wouldn’t begin to cover this rampage of lust.

A slow, fiery smile slid over her face. “Do you have any idea how wet that makes me? Say it again. ”

“Goddammit. ” If Rachel came back and he hadn’t come, he’d go insane. “Suck me, Rubi. Now. ”

She licked her lips and pulled him into her mouth again. Whatever she did then had been reserved for this moment, because he hadn’t felt that combination of pull, suck, and slide until now.

A sound of surprise rolled up his throat. A sound that quickly turned into a growl of such intense need, Wes’s mind whited out. “Baby…baby…” He panted between words. “I’m gonna… I can’t…fuck…”

The orgasm exploded at the center of his hips, raced up his spine and flashed through his chest. His balls squeezed, his cock surged, his ass clenched, driving him forward, and Wes gushed into the hot, dark, soft, s

ucculent, tight recesses of her mouth.

Pleasure--rich, thrilling, decadent--slammed through him in wave after wave of heat. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. ”

He couldn’t keep his voice down. Couldn’t control the sounds he made. His brain was gone, and Wes struggled to get a sliver of it back, but it kept slipping away, and in the end, he gave himself over to the ravage of his orgasm. One that lasted longer and reached deeper, than the one in the shower the night before.

He didn’t remember the moment his knees gave, but he slid to the floor, pulling from Rubi’s mouth at the same time. He landed on his ass, panting. “Holy… Shit…” He dropped his head against the door, his eyes falling closed. He couldn’t do more than grope for Rubi’s hand and curl his fingers around it. “Rubi…Christ…”

His body felt as if it had been infused with champagne, every cell fizzing.

He cracked his lids, glanced over her satisfied grin. Her tongue lazed over her bottom lip.

“You taste as good as I imagined,” she said, reaching forward to run her fingers through his sweat-dampened hair. “And you’re so fucking sexy coming in my mouth. ”

“You don’t have to say that. ” He forced his other hand up and ran the back of his finger against her cheek. “Even without it, that would have been the best I’ve ever had. With, it was…un-fucking-believable. ”

She closed her hand around his and pulled it low on her body. “Want to feel how much I love sucking you?”