Rebel (Renegades #2)(87)
Author: Skye Jordan

“Because it’s that good.”

He pushed and tugged her jeans down her legs and was down to her panties while she was still struggling with his jeans. He closed his hands on her waist, lifted her off the floor. And tossed her on the bed. Rubi bounced with a shriek. Then started laughing. But Wes’s mouth closed over hers, drowning the humor in passion.

She shoved at his jeans, but he grabbed her hands, sandwiched them in one of his and pushed them over her head.

“I need some quality time with this body.” He other hand searched the front pocket of his jeans and pulled out a green cord. “Without interruption.”

Still holding her wrists, he held out his other hand and a small bungee cord dangled from his fingers. “Think you can let go of control for a little while?”

His tone challenged her, and she hesitated. The thought both thrilled and terrified her.

“Don’t make me pull out the chicken noises, baby,” he said. “That could really ruin the mood.”

He stretched over her and started wrapping the bungee around her crossed wrists.

“Wes…”

He pressed a kiss to her lips even as his hands continued to move. “Say stop and I’ll stop.”

Her heart picked up speed and sound ebbed from her throat.

“Do you trust me, Rubi?”

She did. In that instant she realized at least that barrier had been destroyed. “Yes.”

A click signaled the hooks on the end of the bungee on the iron headboard. “Hold onto the metal, but don’t pull against the cord.”

She glanced up at an elaborate design of twists allowing her hands to slide without hurting. “Wes…I don’t know—“

He slid down her body and his mouth closed over one nipple.

Sensation tumbled through her body and she arched. Rubi’s eyes closed on a moan. Then his hands were everywhere, as feverish as they’d been on the way up the stairs and Rubi couldn’t think.

She grabbed onto a curve in the iron headboard and rubbed her hips against Wes’s. His erection bulged beneath his rough jeans, pressing into the heat between her legs. Then it was gone, way too soon, as he moved down her body, his hands sliding over her skin, his mouth kissing his way lower.

“Stop teasing me,” she said, her voice thick. “I need you.”

He pushed her thighs apart and opened his mouth over her pu**y, licking and sucking through her panties. Stars lit off behind her eyelids. Rubi’s fingers grasped the metal harder and arched into the pressure and heat. She needed more. She needed him filling her. But her throat closed around her words. And the sounds that came from her mouth were more animal than human.

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 pu**y 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 br**sts, 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 c**k 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 c**k burrowed into her with a slow, deliberate slide until Wes pushed all the way home, the head of his c**k 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.”