Rumor (Renegades #4)(22)
Author: Skye Jordan

Her hands trailed across his shoulders, over his hard chest, down his warm abdomen. His hands covered her arms, caressed her skin. He dropped his head back, and pressed his face to the base of her neck just as her hand slid over his crotch.

Heat and sensation spread outward from his mouth, slid into her chest, and pulled at her nipples. She tightened her hand on his cock, hard and thick beneath his jeans.

His mouth dropped open on a groan, and his hands rose to grip her face and pull her mouth to his—open and hot. His tongue swept in, found hers, and stroked. She met his kiss and returned all the passion as her fingers worked his button, pulled at his zipper, pushed at fabric, and finally, finally closed around his bare cock.

Josh broke the kiss on a rough “Ah, fuck…” His hips lifted into her touch. “Gracie…”

Her name was a plea. One that exposed his need, his vulnerability. Grace fed off each and every reaction, gaining a sense of power, of control, of possession—but not over Josh. Over herself. That combined with living out this fantasy was absolutely intoxicating.

She pulled the condom from her waistband, held it in front of him so he could watch her tear the foil and unroll the slick coil just enough to swallow his head, then scraped his ear between her teeth and whispered, “I’m so wet for you.”

“Holy fuck…” He was panting now, muscles strung tight, one hand gripping the edge of the chair, one arm up and around her neck, his hand fisted in her hair. His gaze followed her hands as she pulled his cock from the restriction of his boxers and stroked him, loving the feel of the silky smooth skin covering a steel-hard cock. “Gracie…”

She fitted the condom to the head of his cock.

His hips pulsed on a curse. His head fell back, mouth dropped open, eyes squeezed tight. “Fuck.” His head rolled side to side, and the hand on the chair snapped up and gripped her wrist, pulling her hand from him. “I can’t… I’m sorry. It’s been too long. I can’t have you touching me like that. I need to be inside you when I come, Grace. Need to.”

She kissed his neck. Once, twice, three times, until his hand relaxed around her wrist. “I’m on board,” she whispered, “but let me get this on first.”

And she stroked the condom down his length. His muscles contracted, hips lunged, back arched.

A low, hot laugh slipped from her throat, a thrill rolling through her veins. “Damn, this is fun.”

He clamped down on her wrist and hauled her around the chair, wrapping his forearm around her waist as he tried to pull her onto his lap. “This is more fun.”

“You forgot something.” Grace pushed against his shoulders and wiggled away. Standing in front of him in full fluorescent light, Grace bent, laid her hands against her knees, then dragged them slowly up her thighs, lifting her skirt. Josh’s gaze burned over the red thong, his chest rising and falling with shallow, quick breaths. “These might get in the way.”

She hooked her thumbs into the panties at her hips and shimmied them down until her skirt covered her pussy again, then she let her panties drop down her thighs, her calves. Pressing one hand to the seat beside Josh’s hip, she bent provocatively over his lap while reaching for her panties and dragging them over her heels.

Josh sat forward, both hands gripping the backs of her thighs, sliding higher, higher, then cupping her ass. Big, warm, firm hands squeezing her cheeks.

“Fucking perfect,” he murmured, tugging her closer.

She caught herself with one hand on the back of the chair. Josh’s hands slid back down her thigh and lifted her thigh to his hip. Then his fingers stroked the heat between her legs from behind, and a luscious wave of pleasure rocked through her sex, her hips, her chest.

She arched, pushing her pussy back, and her breasts forward. Suddenly, she was totally out of control again. Josh’s thick fingers touched and stroked, while his other hand gripped her breast, shoved the tiny bikini top aside, and he sucked her nipple into his mouth.

“Oh God…” She arched higher, and Josh pushed his fingers into her heat.

He groaned against her breast, licking and sucking her nipple while his other hand created a whirlwind of delicious pressure in her pussy. Time and place started to slip away. The music faded against the siren rising in her head. It had been so long. So very, very long. He did everything too right. And it was coming too fast.

“Josh…” she panted, gripping the chair so tight her hand had gone numb. Glancing down, she found his eyes closed, long golden lashes soft against his cheek, an expression of bliss on his face, that sexy mouth covering her breast again and again. “Josh…I can’t…”

As if knowing she was trying to tell him she couldn’t wait, he pushed deep into her body and…did something…exquisite. Something that made the razor edge of heaven streak through her body, made her mouth drop, made her throat close around a scream of ecstasy.

Then he scraped his teeth over her nipple and she felt the bite all the way to her pussy, shooting her over the edge.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” The orgasm hit her so hard, her body jerked and she fell forward. Josh caught her around the waist and held her tight as the orgasm ripped through her body in shards of pleasure and light. Smaller pleasure shocks rippled through her, pussy clenching, clit tingling, belly quivering.

She hadn’t even found the strength to open her eyes, when Josh gripped her waist, lifted her off the ground and drew her over his lap.

Her knee caught on the edge of the chair, and Josh hauled it free, dragging her thighs to straddle his own. “Sorry, fuck… Can’t wait… Jesus, Grace… Look at me, baby.” With one hand positioning his cock against her slick sex, he gripped her face with the other and dragged her gaze to his. “Look at me.”

As soon as her heavy-lidded eyes latched on to his, he lifted, pressing the head of his cock past the tightness of her entrance. The stretch, the burn, the pressure—it was exquisite, and Grace closed her eyes on a sound between a moan and a cry.

Josh froze. His hand tightened on her face. “Grace?”

“So good,” she panted. “Don’t stop.”

“Jesus…” His muscles uncoiled, and he shoved her skirt up, fisted it against her hip as he lowered her in excruciatingly slow increments onto his cock. But he was thick, and long and by the time she surrounded him, they were both dripping sweat. “Fuck, baby, you’re so damn tight.”

She tried to smile but half winced instead. “I don’t get out much.”