Page 49 of Rebel (Renegades 2)
He retreated slightly, bent his knees, and thrust deeper. All her softness and heat parted for him. Then surrounded him. Clung to him. Squeezed him.
“Oh yes. ” Her throaty approval corresponded with the pinch of her nails in his skin and jolted lust through his lower body. He pulled out to thrust again. And, fuck, had sex ever been this perfect before? Had he ever needed to come so fast?
“Yes, yes, yes,” she cried.
His body overrode his mind, and he thrust again.
“Deeper. Harder,” she demanded. “Fuck, Wes, more. ”
No, he needed to slow down. Needed to make this more than just a fuck. The same fuck she could get from any guy. Bringing a woman pleasure had never been so important to him. “Rubi…”
She growled, tilted her pelvis so her hips pulled away. His length dragged against her supple walls, bathed in heat. Another fireworks display lit off behind his eyes. This time they extended down his spine, and he didn’t have a chance to gather any control before she dropped both hands to his ass, dug her nails in, and pulled while thrusting her own hips forward. He sank deep, deep, deep into her lushness.
“Motherfucker. ” His voice shook along with his control. This was bliss. Sheer fucking bliss. Elation that filled him until he needed to explode with it.
She pushed into him again. And again. And again.
Her pussy a strong, wet, hot…deliriously perfect fucking grip around his cock. Her perfect breasts jiggling with each move. Need, lust, desire, they coiled and sang down his spine. Fire embedded in his groin. Tension grew across his hips.
“Rubi…baby…slow down…”
But she’d found a rhythm. A perfect, hypnotic rhythm, stroking him long and deep. But a rhythm that would take him to the peak way too soon.
“You feel…” She leaned in and kissed him. “So good. ”
Another zing pushed him closer to climax. He huffed a thick, dry laugh. He’d never make it as long as he’d hoped. “Dammit. ”
Her teeth sank into his shoulder. The pinch brought him back from the edge. To her nails digging into the skin of his ass. To the little sounds of growing pleasure. To the way her hips moved faster, harder.
“Rubi, wait…” God, if she didn’t stop… “Rubi, baby—”
Her legs tightened around his hips as she pressed her face into his neck. Her high-pitched sound of pleasure rocketed through Wes, speared his cock, and he was gone. He let go of the restraint with a deep growl, grabbed her ass and drove into her. He used every muscle in his thighs, his ass, his abdomen to gather strength for each thrust. Driving, driving, driving…driving so fucking deep.
“Wes… God… Please…” She didn’t make any sense, but he understood perfectly.
He clenched his teeth to hold out for her second orgasm. And, Christ, it was harder than the first. Her walls fisted around him with such perfect softness, he exploded. Spilled into her.
So base. So primal. So fucking hot.
His orgasm wrung through every muscle in his body, lasting for what felt like forever. The pleasure rampage trailed into deep, exquisite bliss…and a muscle in his ass cramped. Pain shot through his cheek and into his hip. He grimaced, shifted his weight, and huffed a laugh.
Rubi had gone limp. Her head tipped back, resting against the wall, eyes closed, arms hanging loose at her sides, muscles of her thighs soft around his hips. And her chest rocked with a chaotic mix of quick breaths and a hammering heart.
“Christ, Lawson…” she breathed, “I knew it would…be like this…”
He hadn’t. He’d expected a thrill, but…no, not that… God, how did he describe it? Animalistic, wickedly erotic, consuming… He might be a few brain cells short at the moment, but he knew without any doubt it had never been that good.
He held her up with his weight and what little strength he had left. Forced his eyes to stay open enough to watch her float back to earth. His smile stemmed from happiness spiraling through his chest and a deep, deep satisfaction—physical and emotional. She’d opened up to him. Trusted him. Taken a chance.
He wanted to spend the rest of the night rewarding her. Proving she’d made the right choice. But he wouldn’t press that issue. He knew it would be the quickest way to lose her. He could only hope she wasn’t done with him now.
Wes reached up and angled one of the water streams between their bodies. Staying inside her—where he damn well belonged, he’d decided—he poured soap into his hand and leisurely stroked it over Rubi’s breasts and down her flat belly, making him remember the ice cream. Where the hell that wild compulsion had come from, he had no idea. He’d never done anything so spontaneous. So ridiculously…decadent. So carelessly…playful. He couldn’t imagine any woman he’d been with in the past open to something so frivolous, so messy, so…fucking fun.
“You’ve got an awfully cocky grin on your face, Lawson. ” Her soft voice brought his gaze up. Her eyes were open, but so heavy her black lashes concealed all but the sparkle.
He chuckled, lifted his brow, and shook his head. There were no words to describe their first encounter. “That’s happy, not cocky. I’m…truly speechless. ” When she didn’t comment, just remained relaxed, a light, happy grin on her face, a little pinch of fear sparked deep inside him. He snuffed it, leaned in, and kissed her gently. “You’re amazing. ”
Her hand came up to his face, the touch sweet as she curled her fingers and ran her knuckles across his jaw. Her eyes slid closed, and she kissed him back, slow, sweet, her tongue lazily making blood pool at the base of his cock again.
