Ricochet (Renegades #3)(68)
Author: Skye Jordan

“I wouldn’t know what that’s like.” His arms lowered and doubled around her waist, pulling her tight against him. “And I don’t have any opportunity to give presents either. I never realized it was so much fun.” He kissed her shoulder. “If you don’t open it, I will.”

Tears burned her eyes from nowhere. Foster homes. No Christmas presents. Friends getting blown to pieces in front of his eyes.

Blinking the sting away, she ripped the paper and let it drop as she read the box. Her heart skipped, then pounded a painful triple beat. Her mouth dropped open. “High intensity…” Her eyes closed in a combination of humor and horror. But her pussy had already started weeping. “You didn’t.”

“Have you used one?” he asked, reaching up to take the box from her hand, pulling the top off and plucking the tiny vibrator, no bigger than the size of her finger, the tip smaller than the base, from the pillowy cotton bed where it rested. Then moved the puff aside and drew out something else, larger than the toy.

“Um…no.” She decided not to disclose how close she’d been to buying one recently, and eyed the extra piece suspiciously. “What’s that?”

“Remote,” he whispered with a hint of mischief.

“Oh my God.” Her nerves tightened. “Nathan—”

Before she could even form a coherent thought, he had the slim little silver toy buzzing. “Let me just show you how it feels.”

“I—” she started.

He slid the vibrating cylinder slowly down the side of her neck. Goose flesh rose across her skin, and she shivered. He followed the path of the vibrator with his lips, kissing toward her collarbone while his hand guided the toy into her shirt and stroked it between her breasts. The skin of her chest tightened, and her nipples puckered. The sensation shot straight to her sex, and she rubbed her thighs together to ease the sudden ache.

“You can use it for all kinds of things,” he murmured against her shoulder as he eased the toy underneath the edge of her bra and angled it toward her nipple. Sensation built and layered through her breast, her chest, her sex. Her whole body tightened in anticipation. “And if touching you here makes you feel like my hand is between your legs,” he said, “imagine…”

He trailed off as the vibrator crossed gently over the tight peak. Tingles spread like fingers and gripped her breast, and a millisecond later her pussy tightened. “Oh my God.” He dragged it back across the opposite way, and the sensations filled her body again. “Ah…”

“You are so sexy,” he growled against her neck, sliding the vibrator to her other breast.

Rachel turned her head and pressed her face to his throat. Buried her hand in his hair. And moaned against his skin. He smelled musky and male, only a hint of spice left from his morning shower now, and she dragged in a deep breath of his scent.

He made her feel so primal, so alive, so present, like nothing outside this moment mattered. And when he traced the vibrator underneath the curve of each breast, then down the center of her abdomen, she knew she had to have him.

“Nathan…”

He shifted behind her, rising up on his knees. The vibrator’s shiver disappeared from her skin, then Nathan’s hands were on her waist, lifting her to her knees. She twisted to face him, but his body blocked her and his mouth covered hers. One hand held her waist tight; the other slipped the vibrator beneath the waistband of her shorts and slowly moved lower. The shiver set all her nerve endings on fire. She slid one knee wider, her hand covering his, urging it deeper between her legs.

His mouth left hers, sliding to her neck, back up to her ear. “You want it?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

His hand lowered. “What do you want me to do with it?”

“Touch me.”

The toy shivered just past her clit and over her labia. “Oh God,” she moaned, pushing her hips into his hand. “That’s crazy good.”

“You’re so wet.” He moved the vibrator back and forth along her opening. Then he eased it between her folds.

Vibration shivered through her pussy, her clit, her ass, and she gasped and dug her fingers into his hand. “Jesus Christ.”

“Now for the fun part,” he murmured.

Before she could even understand that innuendo, the vibration grew stronger and stronger and stronger. The pleasure rocketing through her pussy shocked Rachel’s eyes open, and she siphoned air through a tight throat.

“Hold on, sugar.” He pressed two fingers inside her, forcing the vibrator deeper into her body. The shiver touched that place that whited out her brain, and she arched as her orgasm lunged into the immediate future.

Then the sensation was gone. No, not gone, just less intense. Just as her muscles loosened, it was back, full force and relentless, driving her higher, higher, higher… Then it was gone.

“Fuck,” she breathed, confused, frustrated. “What is that?”

“Vibration settings. There are five. Want to try a different one?”

She couldn’t grasp what he was saying. The heavy vibration started up again, and she dropped her head back on a cry of pleasure. But before she could climax, it was gone, and frustration clawed at her gut. She needed release.

“Let’s try this,” he said.

The pulses came faster in a cycle of three different strengths—strong, stronger, and a blast that felt like it pummeled her G-spot.

She lasted through three cycles, clawing at Nathan’s hair, her body arching and twisting as the orgasm built and built and built. And finally exploded on the next blast of vibration with a scream that Nathan muffled with his mouth. Another couple of cycles drew out the orgasm until she fell forward on the sand, her hands bracing her body.

The vibrations disappeared, and Rachel sat back on her heels, panting, shivering with residual pleasure.

Nathan’s hand moved gently between her legs, removing the vibrator and slipping his hand from her shorts. He leaned over her, curving his chest to her back, and kissed the nape of her neck. His hands moved to the waistband of her shorts and shimmied them over her hips.

Rachel turned her head. “Nathan…” She was about to say this was a public beach, then remembered how she’d just been screaming on said beach.

But he read her mind and murmured, “It’s dark. The fire’s out. No one can see us.” He dragged her shorts over her ass, and the cool air licked her damp skin and chilled her wet pussy. The sensation was titillating. “Besides, there’s no one here. And I need to feel you.”