Ricochet (Renegades #3)(57)
Author: Skye Jordan

Electric fire tore across his cock, poured through his balls. Ryker broke the kiss and sucked air, pressing his forehead to her shoulder. “Want you…” he rasped. “So bad…”

“Let me taste you,” she whispered in his ear. “Let me suck you and lick you and touch you and stroke you—”

“Ah fuck…” He rocked his head side to side while pulling his cock through her palms and thrusting back into them. “I love hearing you tell me what you’re gonna do to me, what you want me to do to you… Love hearing dirty words come out of your sweet mouth.”

He’d heard the words used countless times by countless women in the same way, but Rachel’s words cut through him with an erotic edge so sharp he trembled.

He moved farther up, gripping the headboard for stability and straddling her shoulders. Dropping his head to watch her hands work his cock, slip between his balls. Watch her take the head of his cock between her lips, eyes fluttering closed with an expression of pleasure on her beautiful face while titillating the space behind his sac with feather-light fingers.

“God, yes,” he groaned, urging his hips forward slowly, trying to control the strength and depth of his thrust so he didn’t give her too much, too fast. But the sight of him sliding between those plump lips and pulling out wet and glistening made him shake with restraint. “Do you have…” Her tongue flicked against the sensitive underside of his cock, then circled the explosive ridge. Sensation added pressure. Pressure pushing him higher. Ryker gritted his teeth around a moan and fought to enjoy the process instead of strive for the finish line. “…Any idea, how fucking erotic…it is to watch you…suck me like this?”

Her lashes lifted, slowly revealing lush, drenched chocolate eyes that met his with such desire, such pleasure, he realized she loved this. And that only made it better. Only made it sexier as she held his gaze and explored his cock, taking him deep, sliding her lips down the length of one side, her tongue over the other, circling the tip.

He released the headboard with one hand and combed his fingers through her hair, stroking her face, moving lower between his legs and cupping her breast.

Her eyelids grew heavy, and her back arched, pushing her breast into his hand. He remembered how sensitive her breasts had been that first night together, and he teased her nipple between his thumb and finger. Her moan of pleasure rippled through Ryker’s cock.

“You like that, don’t you?”

She wriggled beneath him, leaned her head back, bit her lip. “It’s…” Her hand covered his forearm, her fingers digging in. “Maddening. It feels like…your hand is between my legs.”

He gently massaged her breast, ending with a pinch of her nipple, and she whimpered, her brow creased with a pained look of pleasure. A jolt of lust snapped his balls and nearly took him over the edge—way too soon.

He couldn’t wait. He needed her.

Reaching back, he pulled a condom from his pocket, ripping it open with his teeth, while Rachel used her feet to push his pants from his hips down his legs. He kicked them off and sat back on his heels, placing the condom over his tip.

Rachel’s hands shoved his away. “Let me.”

She used her fingers to pull the condom over his cock, then held out her hand. “Lube.”

Ryker’s mouth kicked up on one side. He pulled the other small packet from his pocket, opened it, and squeezed the slick gel into her palm. But he saved some for himself too, and while Rachel stroked the cool liquid over his cock, massaging the condom into a second skin, Ryker slipped his hand behind him and between her legs.

He found her pussy warm and soft and swollen as he smoothed the lube over her folds. Rachel’s eyes closed on a moan, and her hips lifted into him.

Once they were both slick, Ryker leaned down to kiss her, got his knees beneath him, and gathered her in his arms. Sitting back, he pulled her close and spread her thighs across his lap. He met her eyes and held her gaze as he sank into her, inch by incredible inch, until his balls were pressed to her body and she groaned with pleasure that made her eyes roll back.

In position now, he gripped her waist, digging his fingers into her flesh to hold back from the urge to drive into her, a rhythmic thrust to orgasm. He balanced her by the waist and rose up on his knees to push deep, her own body weight making her slide down on his shaft.

“Oh God…” Her head dropped back.

He took one tight nipple into his mouth and laved as eased back to his heels, pulling from her body until only his tip remained seated. Then tightened one hand at her waist and used his thighs and ass to drive upward, closing his fingers on her nipple at the same time.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders, lips parted on sounds of pleasure. He repeated the stroke, focused on slow, full, deep movement. Satisfied only if he pulled a sexually thrilled sound from her on every thrust, using every trick he knew to achieve that goal.

They were both damp with sweat when he slid his hand from her breast, down her belly, and lay back. She looked down at him with pink cheeks and ripe lips and eyes drunk with lust. Ryker slid his hands up her thighs, thumbs to the flesh surrounding her clit, and massaged.

“Oh Jesus,” she breathed.

He stilled his hands, and she opened her eyes. “Don’t stop.”

“That’s up to you.” He held the pressure, and said, “Ride me, girl. Take what you want.”

She used her knees to lift, dragging him from her heat, then rocked her hips back down. The movement added pressure to her clit, the kind that had driven her insane and rocked her world the other night.

“That’s it,” he said, watching her hips move. Watching the pleasure build on her face. “Sit up.” He said. “Hands off my chest.”

She straightened, driving him deeper.

“Better.” He circled his thumbs slowly, and she bit her lower lip, her brows creased. “Now ride me like you own me. I want a show, beautiful.”

She moved rhythmically, lifting to pull him out, rocking to drive him in. Her thigh and ab muscles flexed with each move. She drew her hands up her body, past her breasts and tight nipples, her eyes heavy as she watched him watch her. As her excitement grew, her hips moved faster, harder, deeper. Her head fell back on a moan, and she lifted her hands to her hair, drawing it up and gathering it behind her head, giving Ryker the most amazing view of her body, of her pussy taking his shaft, of his hands touching her.

“Christ you’re gorgeous.”