Ricochet (Renegades #3)(14)
Author: Skye Jordan

A sliver of fear cut into her pleasure, creating a kind of edgy thrill she’d never known. He was clearly dominating her, yet doing it in a way that delivered unsurpassed ecstasy.

One time. One night. Let go.

When she finally opened her eyes and met his, he whispered, “Ready?”

She swallowed and her throat rolled beneath his fingers. “Yes. Please.”

His thrust was quick, hard and deep, matching the sound from his chest.

Pressure. Stretch. Burn. Then delirium swept her mind as all the sensations melted into an intense, complicated mix she’d never experienced.

“Heaven.” His gravelly voice filled her ear, his body now still, his cock buried deep inside her. Owning her. “Pure, fiery heaven.”

The hand at her neck turned her head, and his mouth closed on hers, kissing her with lust and passion and… With no other word for it, she had to call the emotion she tasted… affection.

When he lifted his head and eased out of her body, Rachel’s legs shook with a fatigue she hadn’t seen coming. Nathan either didn’t notice or didn’t care, because he tightened his grip on her arms, pulling them farther behind her, thrusting her chest forward and her pelvis back. And discomfort crawled along her shoulders.

“Nathan…” she complained.

“The farther you kick your ass back, the better this will be.”

She obeyed, increasing the tilt of her hips. With her legs closed tight, the motion massaged her clit, an indirect and unexpected but maddeningly tantalizing stimulation.

“Jesus,” she breathed, unable to process the layers of sensation and pleasure and complicated emotion.

Nathan pushed into her again, slower, deeper. Then pulled back. So slowly, she felt every millimeter of his cock slide along her walls. Felt the collapse of her pussy as he retreated. And immediately craved the pressure again.

“Now move with me,” he said. “You set the pace, the angle, the depth. Find your pleasure.”

She couldn’t process his focus on her enjoyment because her body urged her to move. And rocking her hips into his thrusts at her discretion allowed her to do exactly what he’d instructed—find her pleasure. . Each forward tilt of her pelvis stroked the hard length of Nathan’s cock along her ass cheeks. Each backward plunge filled her with thrilling pressure, and massaged her clit.

Pleasure built slowly, intensely, to insane levels.

“Oh yeah,” he rasped, matching her rhythm and filling her pussy with heat and friction, while teasing her clit with only enough pressure to spill wicked sensation through her hips, but not enough to climax. The hand at her throat, lowered again, his fingers digging into her ass with just enough bite to remind her they were fucking. Not having sex. Fucking. “You got it. Quick learner. This is gonna be one long-ass, fun night.”

Pleasure had swallowed Rachel. She had no voice other than sounds of pleasure. No thoughts beyond never stop or make me come. And as she lost focus, Nathan picked up the slack, driving her closer to the edge with perfect strokes.

She arched and cried out. So close. She was so close she shivered with the power of the orgasm trapped inside.

His hand released her waist and cupped her breast. Squeezed and molded as he drove into her again, but missing the depth she needed to climax. He pinched her nipple through the lace of her bra and pumped his hips again and again. A whimper for release rose from her throat.

Pinch, thrust, release. Pinch, thrust, release. He added a twist and held for three hard, deep, slow strokes while a scream built in Rachel’s chest.

“Let m hear you, baby,” he murmured.”

She let the sound out, something pathetically needy. Nathan growled in answer, his hand tightening on her breast, his teeth closed on the skin at her nape, his hips pumped harder. Faster.

“Yes…” Finally. “Yes.” She flexed and clenched her fingers, now tingling from Nathan’s restriction. “Don’t sto—”

Her orgasm lunged from the depths of her body and gripped her pussy. Her throat closed around a scream and she seized with pleasure. Her mind blew into a million pieces, everything white and light. The ecstasy traveled through her body like fire, engulfing her belly, her chest, her limbs. She jerked, then shuddered. Then went limp, basking in the absolute release.

As her body relaxed, her mind returned, and thought teased the edges of her brain. Nathan had let go of her arms and held her tight by the waist, trailing kisses the length of her neck. And his cock still filled her, long and hard.

“Oh,” she breathed, “my God.” She wanted to turn over, to pleasure him the same way, but didn’t have the physical or mental strength. Her body was still buzzing with adrenaline, and the feel of him inside her kept a certain level of arousal banked.

Nathan eased one knee to the ottoman between hers, then the other. Slowly, he pushed her knees wide and positioned himself behind her. Then used his thighs and lifted, driving himself deep.

“Ready for round…three?” he murmured in her ear.

“Jesus…Christ…”

She’d never had more than one orgasm during sex. Never had a man who could last past her single orgasm. So the way his rigid cock electrified the walls of her pussy and made her throat thicken shocked her. Her belly contracted. Her pussy clenched. And fire burst to life again.

“This time I’m going deep. This time, your orgasm is going to be full-body, and it’s going to be with mine. Got it?”

On one hand, she didn’t like the way he was telling her what to do or how to do it. On the other hand, how the hell could she argue after the pleasure he’d already delivered? Twice. She could continue giving up control for the potential of more… Couldn’t she?

“Yes,” she managed.

“Good girl.” He bit the edge of her jaw. “I want you to say that every time I do something that feels good. Can you do that?”

“Yes.”

He lowered, dragging out of her slowly, and Rachel groaned at the feel of it. She leaned back and curved her arm around his head and let herself go. Let her mind float. Allowed herself to stop worrying—about what was right or wrong, good or bad, appropriate or unseemly. She didn’t try to talk. Or think. Or be anybody. That alone felt amazing. Freeing.

Then Nathan gripped her waist and pulled her hips down while he drove upward, meeting her halfway. They met with a bang—the head of his cock slamming that place he’d been searching for earlier with his fingers, that place she’d been aching for him to find moments ago—and a surprised sound of pleasure popped from her lips.