Rebel (Renegades 2)

Wes never so much as paused his feast to drag her panties off, simply started licking her at one spot and slipped the silk down while licking her to the other. Then his mouth was on her skin. His fingers stroking and exploring. Demanding.

She managed to open her eyes for a glimpse of his golden head between her darker thighs, one big hand spread over her belly, the other working with his mouth. His eyes closed, those long, golden lashes brushing his cheeks, his expression so intensely blissful, it nearly shot her over the top all on its own.

If her hands weren’t bound, her fingers would be twisted in his hair, pulling his mouth down harder while she lifted into him, riding his mouth to ecstasy. Instead she had to wait as he played and teased. Wile he suckled and licked and rubbed his face between her legs. But also wanted him inside her. Wanted to feel his full weight on her. Wanted to be consumed by him.

The intense pleasure rose fast. She couldn’t control the sensations. But Wes could. And he patiently, deliberately drove her into a slowly rising tidal wave where sensations rose and rose and rose. Then rose again.

“Fuck, Wes…please…”

With a growl of lust and a movement of his tongue, he pushed her over.

The orgasm crested with little sprinkles of pleasure like starlight in the dark. The first curl of intensity spiraled through her on a cry, then the wave crashed, flooding her body and closing her throat. Rubi’s muscles clenched, lifting her against his mouth in a wild, sensual ride. Wes curled his fingers into the flesh at her hips and took it all, stayed for the very last shiver, his lips leaving her pussy only after she collapsed beneath him.

Her head spun. Her body floated. Her chest rose and fell with quick, shaky breaths. So depleted, she couldn’t even open her eyes as Wes moved up her body, kissing her breasts, her neck. Then his hand slid between her legs, brushing her sex and making her quiver and laugh. But only until his fingers stroked her and he ground out a deep, “You taste so good. ”

The feel of his thick cock pressed against her sex, made her instantly hungry again. She spread her legs wider, lifted into him, craving the feel of him filling her.

“Open your eyes. ” His voice was soft but demanding, and Rubi obeyed. But she hadn’t been prepared for the storm of emotions she found. Lust, yes, but so much more. Deep, burning affection. Acute awareness. Serious intention.

Only after she’d read those emotions did he push inside her, holding her gaze. His cock burrowed into her with a slow, deliberate slide until Wes pushed all the way home, the head of his cock nudging her deepest barrier. A guttural sound of satisfaction echoed deep in his chest. He hovered above her, pressed up on his hands. The muscles of his shoulders, chest and arms rolled and flexed. Pleasure tightened the skin across his cheekbones. His jaw muscle twitched with restraint.

Without pulling out, he clenched his ass and thrust deeper. He leaned in and kissed her, his tongue circling hers as his hips pulsed. Slow. Maddeningly slow. She couldn’t control any of the movement with the weight and pressure of his lower body securing hers in place. She could only taste him and squeeze the metal until it dug into her fingers and he drove her insane with pleasure.

This orgasm took her by surprise, swift and sharp. Her muscles clenched quick and hard. Her mind blanked behind a spray of hot sparks.

The intensity lingered and Rubi drank in every last fizzle of pleasure. When she finally opened her eyes, Wes was watching her, fire in his eyes, sweat gleaming on his skin and dampening the edges of his hair.

“Damn,” he whispered. “That is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. ”

“Wes…” She drew out the word as the last sweeps of lingering pleasure fluttered down her legs and through her belly. “What are you…” she murmured between breaths, “…doing to me?”

He bent his elbows and lowered to kiss her in a push up. “Making love to you, baby. Way more intense than sex. ” He gazed down the length of their bodies and exhaled heavily with a little shake of his head. “Never been this good. Never. ”

No, it had never been this good for her either.

Was that the difference? Making love versus having sex?

“Will you ride me, baby?” He reached above her with one hand, released the bungee hooks and pulled her hands out. Then rubbed his fingers over a gentle sting she hadn’t noticed before and brought her hands to his lips for gentle kisses over her wrists. Ride me so I can watch your body move? Nothing turns me on more. ”

She pressed a hand to his chest, easing him back while she sat forward. “I have to warn you,” she said, rolling with him so he stayed inside her until they’d switched positions, “I was a rodeo star in a former life. ”

His laugh was low and appreciative. He gripped her hips and rocked her deeper. “Uh-uh. ” She pulled his hands from her ass and pressed them over his head, curling his fingers around the headboard’s iron scrolls. “This is my show. Hold on, handsome. ”

As she straightened, Rubi dragged her hands down his muscled arms, his damp chest, his ribbed belly. “You are one hunk of fine man, Mr. Lawson. ”

Gripping his waist, she tossed her hair to one side and lowered her mouth to his chest, licking one flat, bronze nipple, then biting the other. He lifted his hips and pushing deeper. She used her knees to lift off him, letting him slide slowly along her wet walls. He ground his teeth, his hot gaze watching his length leave her body. She couldn’t remember ever seeing so much desire in a man’s eyes. Maybe she’d simply never paid that much attention, but Wes’s pleasure was all she could focus on now.

She shook her hair back, arched her spine, and lifted her hands, pulling her hair up and off her neck as she sank slowly back onto him.

“Yes. ” He drew out the low, rugged word. “So gorgeous. ” He lifted one hand from the bedframe and pressed it against her face in a sweet gesture somehow at odds with the intense sex. “Love you, Rubi. Love you so much. ”

Heat washed Rubi’s chest—not exactly raw fear, but not anything she recognized as love either. But how would she recognize love when she didn’t know the first thing about it? Pushing the discomfort to the back of her mind, Rubi rocked her hips, pumping his cock in rhythmic, wet strokes, her body undulating hips to shoulders. Hips to shoulders. This she knew. This she understood. This she could give him.

He grabbed for the headboard again, head bowing back on a sound of raw need. His fingers flexed and clenched around the iron bars.

She leaned back, braced her hands on his thick thighs, continuing her ride. His head came up, gaze dropped to her pussy, to the sight of him gliding in, drawing out.

“Fuck, Rubi…” he rasped, his tone nearly painful. “Too much. ”