Ricochet (Renegades #3)(13)
Author: Skye Jordan

His fingers pushed deep inside, searching, then stroking something there that spread pleasure through her lower body—hip to hip, belly button to knees. Made her arch her back. Made her push into his touch. Made her beg and beg and beg.

She’d never begged. Nothing had ever been good enough.

His tongue returned, but his fingers remained, and the wet heat of his mouth warmed the sensitive skin behind her opening. His tongue added varying pressure and wicked sensations until her nails cut into her palms, and her teeth dug into her lower lip. “Fuck, Nathan,” she rasped, dragging in air. “Please…”

He growled, thrusting harder, rubbing that button inside her faster. And his tongue moved toward her ass, oh God, his tongue…

No. No, no, no, he wasn’t doing this. She should tell him no. Tell him to stop. But the sensation of him stroking the pucker of her ass… How could anything feel…so…good?

Round and round and round with his tongue.

Pound, pound, pound with his fingers.

“Ah…” An insane rush of pleasure made her cry out over and over, the orgasm climbing, gathering, tightening… “Ah… God…”

The orgasm hit her so hard, her muscles clenched until she curled. That wave would ebb only for another to crash, and she bowed until her muscles cramped. Wave after wave hit, each dwindling in length and intensity until she shivered, panting, limp in the arm Nathan had around her waist.

“Holy…” she panted, “fuck.”

The rustle of fabric sounded behind her, then Nathan released her and tugged her dress up and over her head. His hands slid down her arms, his fingers closing around her biceps, and drew her upright. The cool air made her skin prickle, and she looked back at Nathan, but her hair fell across her face and fluttered in her quick breaths.

“God damn,” Nathan murmured, “you are gorgeous.”

She blew enough hair away to see him, surprised…confused…that he hadn’t undressed, only lowered his pants on his hips enough to free himself. And…yum…his cock was rigid and thick.

She started to turn for him. “Let me—”

“Later.” He pulled her arms behind her until her shoulder blades pinched and her back arched, then clasped her elbows in one big hand. “Kneel on the ottoman.”

She lifted one knee to the padded surface in front of her, but apprehension stung her ribs. “Nathan?”

“Don’t worry.” The low, rough voice didn’t match his words. “This is going to be so good.”

She wore only her bra, which—out of the throes of passion—felt odd with Nathan fully dressed and in control. The situation both frightened and thrilled. But this was what she’d been wanting—a new direction. And this was definitely different. She could do this. She already liked it. She just had to allow herself that freedom.

Rachel lifted her other knee to the ottoman. She was out of breath, dizzy, and her pussy felt heavy, still pulsing with random shards of ecstasy.

Nathan pushed her thighs together with his free hand. Frustrated, she glanced over her shoulder again. “I need you inside me.”

He grinned, sexy and maybe slightly condescending. “Oh, you’ll get me.”

The rip of paper sounded behind her, then he said, “Sorry, this is going to be cold, but worth it.”

And his hand stroked her pussy. Rachel started, her legs clamping tighter in automatic reaction, but Nathan continued to spread something smooth and slick and cool and utterly decadent over her pussy. She was already moaning at the feel of it when he pushed the liquid up inside her.

She closed her eyes and dropped her head back. “Oh God…”

The feeling was almost indescribably delicious. Smooth. Slick. Gliding over her skin, making his touch sinfully erotic.

“Gets better.” His hand disappeared, replaced by the head of his cock, thick and round and silky. “Right now.”

He pushed up and in, gliding past her opening with a slick, super-snug fit. Her body parted. Her walls stretched. With the lube he’d used to prep her, the sensation was mind-bendingly off the charts, and Rachel cried a surprised sound of pleasure. She opened her legs to allow him deeper, but Nathan’s hand clamped down on her thigh and pressed it closed again.

“Hold ’em together,” he murmured in her ear, his voice taut. “More friction.”

The orders made Rachel shiver. He thrilled her in the strangest way. But he also unnerved her a little, and she felt the need to show him her mind and her will were still intact. She glanced over her shoulder and leaned back, loving the feel of his cotton-covered chest. She lifted her chin and bit gently at his jawline, and murmured, “Then fuck me already.”

His grin came fast. “Yes, ma’am.”

He tightened his grip on her arms, and the action zinged pain along her shoulders. He withdrew from her in a slow stroke that made Rachel’s eyes close and her throat tighten with decadence. Then thrust again, but shallow.

“Not enough,” she said.

“So tight…” he said, his voice a low growl.

“More.” Her brain grew hazy, her body frantic. “More, Nathan.”

“Greedy little thing.” He dug his free hand into her waist and held her steady, plunging deeper. Her body expanded to take him, spreading pleasure across her hips.

“Oh-hoh…” Her head dropped back, and she clenched her teeth. “So good.”

“Enough?” His low, rough voice sounded at her ear and tingled down her neck.

“Not near.” She opened her eyes to his. The fire there was a wild aphrodisiac. One that made her feel powerful. One that gave her the confidence to act like the woman she wanted to be but wasn’t. “I’m greedy, remember? I want it all.”

Lust flared in his eyes, now a stormy sea-green, and he pulled out slowly while holding her gaze. “You think you can take all of me into this tight little pussy?”

“Yes,” was all she could manage.

He thrust again, another inch deeper, spreading the pleasure wider. Her lips parted on a mewl, and the sound made his lips curl.

“You sure?” he asked. “There’s a lot more here if you want it all.”

Her eyes closed on the thrill of that fact. “Yes.”

He released her waist and slid his hand up her belly, paused to cup her breast and pinch her nipple, and a shard of sensation stroked her clit. Then his hand continued higher and wrapped around the side of her neck, his fingers extending toward her throat.