Ride or Die (Rejects Paradise 4)

I peek up at him through my lashes, watching as he’s already pulling on his wrists, wanting to grab hold of me and tie his hands around my hair. “No hands,” I remind him.

Colton nods, and with that, I close my lips over the tip of his cock, instantly tasting myself on his skin. I lower myself down, taking him until I feel him in the back of my throat before roaming my tongue over his tight length. Every muscle in his body clenches, and I can't help but take a second to look up at him and watch the desire cut across his handsomely rugged face.

My pussy pulses with need, flooding with heat until I’m dripping wet. I’d give anything to climb back up his body, release his hands, and shove my ass up in the air so he can fuck me until the sun comes up, but this is too good, the tension, the desire, the need. It’s all too much but so fucking perfect.

As my mouth and tongue work up and down his cock, teasing his tip and giving him the ride of his life, his sheer size leaves me no choice but to get both hands involved. I keep it slow and torturous, and although I know what he wants, I also know what he needs.

My tongue runs over his tip again, and I watch as he pulls on his binds and growls low, wanting to touch me. “Fuck, Jade,” he groans, his words speaking to the vixen living deep inside of my soul and urging me on.

I pick up my pace, twisting my hands up and down as I go. My tongue works him as my mouth clamps down around him. I go deeper, testing my limits and feeling him right there in the back of my throat, somehow managing not to gag. Though something tells me that he’d like to see the tears in my eyes as I struggled on his cock.

I move up and down again, and just as he hits the back of my throat, all his muscles tense. He groans in pleasure as hot spurts of come travel down my throat. I take every last bit of him, swallowing until there’s nothing left to give, and only then do I pull him out of my mouth and use my thumb to put on a show of cleaning myself up.

Colton watches me as I lick my lips, showing him just how much I enjoyed playing with him. He pulls against his hands, assuming I’m done, but I haven’t even gotten started. I shake my head, climbing back up his body, and by the time I lean into him, he’s desperate to get my lips on his.

“Do you have any fucking idea how agonizing that was not to touch you?”

I grin against his lips. “I was counting on it.”

With one quick pull, Colton tears his hands free from the cable and rolls us until he’s hovering above me. “Is that really the game you want to play?” he questions, moving down my body, kissing every inch of me as he goes.

I squirm under his touch, and just when I think it’s about to get good, he keeps going, straight off the end of the fucking bed. “What are you doing?” I pout in protest, watching his naked ass as he struts across the room.

Colton looks back over his shoulder, smirking as he makes his way over to a set of drawers. He opens the second one down, and I raise my brow as he pulls out a spreader bar, something I thought I’d only see in movies like ‘50 Shades of Grey.’

I stare, unable to comprehend what I’m seeing, but damn, I’m so down for this.

Colton makes his way back to me. “You know what this is, right?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Ever used one?”

I shake my head.

“Just say the word, and I’ll put it away right now,” he comments, raising a brow as he reaches the end of the bed.

I shake my head. “Have you ever known me to say no?”

Colton kneels on the end of the bed, trailing his fingers down my legs until they’re at my ankles. “Only when you’re being stubborn.”

I can’t help but laugh and find myself propped up on my elbow, watching as he straps my ankle into the little cuff before reaching for the other. I’m intrigued, watching his skilled fingers as they work the little buckles. He’s done this before. He exudes confidence, the kind of confidence that a rookie wouldn’t be able to rock.

“You want to tell me where you learned about this shit?”

Colton meets my eyes, and as he smirks at me, he spreads the bar wide and my legs open, exposing every inch of myself to him.

Fuck me, this is going to be fun.

He pushes the bar up the bed, forcing my knees up and somehow managing to expose myself more. He walks back to his closet and comes out a second later with two ties that I’m sure are made of the most expensive silk.