Ricochet (Renegades #3)(70)
Author: Skye Jordan

“Easy,” Nathan crooned. “Ease forward now—the real goodness is hidden in the release.”

She didn’t understand, but rocked forward to ease the fullness and pressure. And as she did, the smooth, metal toy slid along the tight ring of flesh, the pressure eased, and a sensation as close to ecstasy as she’d ever felt rushed her entire lower body. She gritted her teeth and pressed her face into his neck. “Oh fuck…”

Nathan growled in her ear. Fisted a hand in her hair. Closed his teeth around the base of her neck. He trembled with restraint. Rachel pulled her focus from her own body and pushed her hips forward, taking his whole shaft.

“So good,” he growled.

A sudden and overwhelming need to move gripped her. She eased her hips back, and Nathan held the toy steady, allowing her to impale herself at her own pace. Then rocked forward until Nathan filled her.

“Jesus…” she breathed, wrapping her arms tight around his shoulders, her body tight and full and on fire in a way she’d never imagined. The naughtiness of it fed something in her psyche. The pleasure fed her desire. “Fuck…”

She pushed again, moaning at the slightly uncomfortable push of metal. Rocked forward and groaned loudly at the way sensation rippled through her ass on the release at the same time Nathan’s cock filled her, stretched her, his head pushing against that spot that made her throat close.

“So perfect.” Nathan’s dark whisper bathed her ear in heat. “So sexy. You drive me insane, Rachel.”

She suddenly couldn’t stop moving, her body seeking more and more of this wicked decadence. With control slipping, she whimpered, “Nathan…”

“So good, isn’t it?” he asked in a whisper. “Feels so good.”

The dual pressures alternated her focus, the edge of discomfort taking a lick of pleasure away from the thrust of Nathan’s cock. And it took longer for her to climb toward orgasm, yet she was drowning in thrill after thrill.

Frustration built along with the pleasure, drawing her mind into a narrow focus on only this, only moving her body to reach that peak, only the sensations and heat filling her. Growing, growing, growing.

But no release.

“Nathan.” Her hips rocked frantically now. Fast, hard. Back, forward, back forward. “I can’t…I can’t…come. Help me.”

“I’m turning it on,” he murmured.

Before she understood, the vibrator shivered through her ass. Rachel fell into Nathan on a gasp. Arched with the electrifying intensity filling her lower body. She couldn’t move, all her muscles stretched to their limits.

Nathan took over, lifting into her on full, long, deep strokes. Sliding the vibrator—out with his thrust, in on the release. Out—flood of pleasure. In—wickedly edgy pressure.

One hand fisted in his hair; the other dug into his shoulder. Thrust, release. She arched. Thrust, release. “Yes.” Thrust, release. “Fuck.” Thrust, release. “More.” Thrust, release. “Don’t stop.”

Thrust…

A hurricane of sensation whipped through her body. Rachel’s mind blew apart, swirling in a crazy spiral of ecstasy that kept spinning and spinning and spinning. Her body twisted, bucked, arched. Muscles taut. Mouth open. Eyes closed. Hands fisted.

The intensity eased, her mind came back, and Nathan was thrusting hard, fast, deep. His hands held her face. “Look at me,” he rasped. “Open your eyes, Rachel. Look at me.”

Her lashes fluttered. His eyes were dark and smoky and intense. The lust was nothing new, but the vulnerability was. The affection. The need. Some type of yearning, begging to connect.

Then his orgasm hit, and his eyes closed. Deep, male sounds of release pushed from his chest, his throat, rolled on the crisp air.

Nathan’s legs quivered, and he lowered to his heels, his face against her neck, his arms tight around her waist. He’d turned off and removed the vibrator before he’d let go of his own passion, and now he relaxed against her, his breath bathing her neck and chest. She soaked in these moments of bliss, of having him in as complete a way as she ever would, of feeling him still filling her body.

They stayed like that for what seemed like a long time. Especially considering they were on a public beach. But he was right; it was dark, and no sounds touched her ears but the lap of waves and Nathan’s breath.

“I could…” he finally said, “fall asleep like this.”

She laughed. “I think parts of you might lose blood supply and deeply hinder your military performance.”

“Sure,” he said with a smile in his voice. “Just burst my bubble.”

He turned his head and pressed a long kiss to her neck, then shifted his weight and pulled from her body. He lay back on the blanket and dragged her with him, draping her on top of him, where she rested her head on his chest and smiled at the wild beat of his heart beneath her ear while he combed his fingers through her hair.

She’d never had this kind of intimacy after sex with a man. Probably because she’d never had sex this intense, this satisfying. She’d never known the two could influence each other that way.

But she couldn’t lose sight of the fact that he had this kind of sex with women all the time. That he was leaving. And that they’d only been able to do this because they’d snuck out of camp.

A phone rang. Rachel squeezed her eyes shut, angry at the interruption of her little fantasy.

Nathan growled. “Is that yours or mine?”

“Mine.” She exhaled and took the shorts he handed her, fishing the phone from her pocket. “This is Rachel.”

“The computers crashed.” It was one of the twins.

“Katie?” she guessed with a fifty-fifty chance of getting it right.

“No, it’s Kelly,” she said. “And nothing on the computer is working. No Internet. No programs. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with them. Where are you?”

“I went for a run, but I’m on my way back.”

She disconnected, and reality slammed her head-on. Her little erotic field trip was over. Well, in the end, she and Nathan had both gotten what they’d needed. Sex was sex. No big deal. Just sex.

She wondered how many different ways she could tell herself that to find the one that made the idea stick. Because now that the high was fading, her reality seeped in, and her good old-fashioned Catholic guilt was flowing.

She was going to have to find a way to tell Nathan they couldn’t keep doing this—and stick to it.