Rebel (Renegades #2)(36)
Author: Skye Jordan

A deep, hungry sound rolled from his chest. He released her shirt and gripped her hips with both hands, pushing her back on the counter. Her arm hit something near the cooktop, and it crashed to the floor. Nearby, Rodie barked, then whined. Wes spread her thighs with chocolate-smeared hands and bent, pressing his open, hot mouth to her pu**y.

Heat pierced the cold tissues, shooting a thrill through her lower body. Tightening her ni**les. The heat burned through her, sliding over her skin with a sizzling sensation. Her back arched in pleasure, and she slipped from her elbows, falling back on the granite.

Wes sucked all the chocolate he’d smeared on her skin as if he were starved. His hums and growls and moans of pleasure filled the room, mixing with her own. His mouth was as amazing as his hands. He stroked her with his tongue, a slow, strong swirl around and a around her clit, just enough pressure and play to push her higher and higher, but not enough to give her release.

She lifted her head, and the sight of those strong shoulders holding her thighs apart speared a current of lust straight between her legs.

“Wes…” She lifted her hips, begging for more. Wanting, needing to come.

His eyes opened, dark and hot, and watched her as he opened his whole mouth over her with pressure and heat and the frantic, strong stroke of his tongue.

“Ah…” Her eyes fell closed. Her back arched against the counter. “Yes. Yes.”

Almost there, she was so close, just another few seconds of that tongue flicking and rolling her clit—

His mouth disappeared from between her legs. Rubi was so high, she took a moment to come down and open her eyes. Wes’s chocolate-slicked hands stroked her inner thighs, his thumbs rubbing the outer lips of her pu**y. His dark eyes watching every move.

His handsome face was a chocolaty mess, but that didn’t take any heat away from his fierce expression.

“God, you’re beautiful.” His voice was rough, quiet, as if he were talking to himself.

“Wes, don’t stop.” She pulled an arm from her shirt and grabbed his wrist, the only part of him she could reach, and held it firm as she lifted her hips. “Please…”

He exhaled and his lids lowered in an expression of combined ecstasy and need. “God, I love hearing you say that.”

His fingers stroked the chocolate over her pu**y, then further, his fingers skimming her tight rear pucker. A joint jolt of cold and pleasure zinged across her nerves and made her gasp. Her muscles tightened.

“Man, what a mess I made.” His voice lowered to a greedy whisper. “I’d better clean this up.”

And he lowered his head again. The sight alone lit off sparks in Rubi’s belly, but then he slipped his arm under her thighs and hauled her to the edge of the counter. He levered her thighs over his shoulders, raising her ass off the granite.

Rubi flattened her hands on the counter for balance. “Wes—”

Then the heat of his mouth was on her again, along with his hands. Light exploded in Rubi’s brain and she fell back, mouth open, throat closed. His fingers, his lips, his tongue, stroked and touched her—everywhere. Teased her in the most sensitive, exhilarating places. Every fold of her pu**y, the pucker he’d toyed with at the club. His touch was wickedly decadent. And it all felt new. Wild. And naughty.

“Oh, God, yes.” She used the leverage of his shoulders to lift into his mouth, into his touch.

His finger slipped back and forth over the area, slick with chocolate, while the fingers of his other hand worked gently, but deeply into her folds. His tongue tasted her everywhere, rough, gentle, teasing, working… But he ignored her clit.

“Wes, I can’t…” She lifted into his mouth and was rewarded with strong lips tug, tug, tugging at her clit. “Fuck, yes.”

She reached forward and grabbed a handful of his hair, holding his head to her as she lifted. Sensation ripped through her pelvis and thickened at her spine. She cried out in pleasure, in need. He pulling against her hold.

“No, don’t stop.” She’d never needed to come so badly in her life. “Please, Wes, don’t stop.”

“Shh.” His gaze watched her intently as his fingers slid up to flank her clit and pushed her folds fully open. The other pressed firmly against her pucker. The tight muscle opened with a flash of ecstasy through her body, then tightened down. “Relax…”

The soothing, almost coaching tone of his voice made an unfamiliar sensation twist in her chest. Something both uncomfortable and warm.

“Just relax, baby, open to me, and ride my mouth.”

With a tilt of his head, he pulled her clit between his lips and sucked. He eased his fingers deep inside her and pressed against that spot that made her back arch and pleasure spill through her body. Sensation bombarded her from every direction.

“Holy…fuck…”

Her fingers fisted his hair, her back arched off the granite and her hips pushed toward his mouth. Wes hummed in pleasure, his mouth and hands matching her thrusts, working her from every angle.

She cried out in mindless pleasure. Wes growled against her pu**y. Tingling heat slid down her spine, coiling at the base, spreading through her hips.

“Ah, f**k… Wes…”

The orgasm twisted through her body, cutting off her words. Her hand slid out of his hair and gripped the edge of the counter. She screamed on a shudder of ecstasy. Then floated on the high for moments that stretched and stretched.

Only when the very last tremor passed through her body and she’d gone limp on the counter did Wes lift his mouth from her pu**y. He kissed his way up her belly. And Rubi barely had the strength to lift her arm to run her hand through his hair. When he raised his mouth from her stomach, residual chocolate darkened his face, framing a gleaming grin.

She huffed a weak laugh, her body light and loose, her head floating. She brought both hands to his face and wiped at the sticky mess while he gathered her into his arms, wrapping her tight against his body, kissing her deep. He tasted of musk and chocolate.

“I need to clean you up,” he said, breathing hard, voice raspy. “Where’s your closest shower?”

Eleven

With Rubi’s sticky chest pressed to his, she kissed his neck as he carried her through the living room to a hallway, Rodie tagging along behind. “Which way?”

“Right,” she murmured. “Through the bedroom. On the left.” She licked a trail up his neck and pulled his earlobe between her teeth. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”