Relentless (Renegades 4)

He released her face, let his hands skim over her slender shoulders, down her smooth back. Traced the sleek indention of her spine, and let his hands ride over the curves of her ass. He squeezed the firm flesh and drew her against him, meeting the pressure with his hips and driving into her mouth with his tongue, simulating the thrust he would soon duplicate with his tongue, fingers, and finally his cock in her pussy.

She moaned into his mouth, her kiss so hungry, so passionate she made him spin. One curvy thigh hooked onto his hip, then the other. She locked her feet at his back and lifted her hips, rubbing against him like a cat, pushing his need from hot to urgent. Her hands combed through his hair, fisting the strands and shooting a delicious burn across his scalp, making him a little crazy.

His thoughts came in fragments. Counter was too high. Bed was too far. He stumbled a few steps to the breakfast area and kicked a chair away from the end of the farm-style solid wood table. With one arm stretched across her back, he leaned over and used the other to sweep everything to the floor—he didn’t even remember what had been there, only heard the thump and clatter as it hit the kitchen tile.

Then he laid Giselle down, and he was free. Free to touch, taste, and ravage. He kissed every inch of her neck and throat. Cupped and squeezed one breast while licking and sucking the other. Her hips lifted beneath him, but he ignored them as he stroked a slow circle around and around one nipple, while mirroring the touch with his fingers on the other breast. Licking with his tongue and flicking with his fingertips. Sucking with his mouth and squeezing with his hand. Nipping with his teeth and pinching with his fingers. Then he switched hand and mouth and repeated.

He wanted to kiss every inch of her, but that would have to wait for another time. He didn’t have the willpower to make her wait. He desperately needed to taste her. To feel her warmth on his tongue. To hear her cries of pleasure. Pleasure he’d brought her. And he took a direct route from her belly button to her sex, opening wide to cover her pussy with his hot mouth.

“Ah God.” She came up in a half curl, fingers digging into his hair, thighs closing around his head, eyes heavy-lidded and dazed. “God. Yes.”

Troy gripped the tops of her thighs and lifted his gaze to hers, watching the orgasm wash over her like waves on the beach as he worked her pussy beneath his tongue and lips. The muscles of her abdomen clenched and quivered. Her nipples remained puckered in tight buds.

Her mouth dropped open, her eyes closed, head dropped back, body curled tighter. “Yes, yes, yes. Please. God. Yes.”

Just when she was about to break, he relaxed all pressure and just breathed long and hot, bathing her wet pussy with warm, moist air. Her eyes opened, and a look of desperation crossed her face along with a high-pitched plea from her throat.

Lust struck Troy like lightning. He tugged her thighs wider, pressed his mouth fully over her sex, and sucked.

Giselle’s body spasmed at the initial contact, then her hips immediately lunged to the rhythm of his mouth, her hands pulling his head into the rocking motion.

Her second orgasm hit instantly, a heat wave of muscle contraction so fierce, Troy was lost in the pressure of her thighs for long luscious moments. He waited patiently as wave after wave of pleasure washed through her, until she was panting, until she was lying flat on the table, one forearm flopped over her eyes. Then, with a wicked little thrill, he circled her clit with soft strokes of his tongue.

“Ah…” She wiggled her hips. “Mmm…” She rolled up to one elbow, reached for him. “Troy…”

He added a little pressure. When her breath caught, when her fingers tangled in his hair, when that look of pained pleasure crossed her face, he slipped one hand between her legs, separated her folds, and took her clit between his lips, and ever so gently, ever so slowly, almost not moving at all…he sucked.

She dropped back on the table, threw one arm out to the side and gripped the edge. She planted one foot on the table and pushed her hips into his mouth, then rolled up on one elbow to watch. And that was just too hot. Too fucking hot. He rewarded her with kisses and licks, only sucking her when she held herself there and ground against him.

“God…”

Her orgasm seemed to shake her to the core, twisting through her body like a demon of pleasure.

And nothing, nothing, thrilled Troy more than thrilling Giselle.

Giselle lay limp against the table, the wood hard against her back, but she was floating in bliss as Troy kissed his way back toward her mouth, then covered her mouth with all the lust he’d just released in her body still coiled in his.

A surge of need burned through her belly. Deeper than the sexual need he’d just satisfied.

She kissed him back and tasted herself on his tongue. A wild flash of eroticism spiked through her body. She grabbed his tank and dragged it over his head, then took his tongue again as she reached between them to work his pants open.

“Need you…” she panted, sitting up to shove his pants out of the way, “inside me.”

“Need to be…” he echoed as he dragged his wallet from his back pocket, while his mouth kissed her everywhere he could reach, her jaw, her neck, her shoulder, “inside you.”

She pushed his shorts and boxers over his hips but had to pull them over the muscle of his thighs to get them to the floor, and she let out a soft laugh between kisses, “Remember when…your pants would…fall right off?”

He tore a condom open with his teeth and rolled it over his length, something Giselle took over, stroking him as she went, making him growl.

He pressed his forehead to hers and gripped her hips, dragging her to the edge of the table, where he met her eyes. “And you loved me anyway.”

She lifted one hand and laid it over his heart. “This is who you are. This is who I love.” Then she smiled and slid one hand over the curved muscle of his shoulder. “But this is nice too.”

A smile flickered over his lips, but when she brushed the head of his cock against her heat, intensity darkened his face.

“You’re way too good for me,” he rasped, rocking his hips. His wide head spread her entrance. Pressure radiated through her sex. “You know that, right?”

“Not true.”