Rebel (Renegades #2)

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His gaze cleared just as Rubi slid his length deep into her mouth. And, Christ, the sight was so perfectly erotic, so wickedly naughty, so dangerously titillating, Wes’s chest constricted with explosive desire. He pushed his hips forward, needing to be fully sheathed. The head of his cock touched her throat as he’d known it would. He was too long. Too thick. There had always been too much of him for any woman to fully take into her mouth.

He needed to pump, to thrust. He needed friction to cut this sudden, nasty craving, but he didn’t need to scare her off, so he eased his hips back for a slow slide out. Rubi groaned in complaint, and her mouth clamped down, sucking hard.

His teeth clenched against the burst of pleasure shooting through his cock and sinking deep into his balls. “Ah, fuck, yeah.”

Her hands fisted in his jeans, pulling his hips toward her as she eased forward. The result was a mind-bending slide of her mouth nearly to his base and he groaned through grinding teeth.

He pulled his hand from the bookshelf and fisted her hair. Had to force himself not to pull her in to finish off that last couple of inches.

“Easy, baby.” Christ, that dark, lust-filled voice could not be his own. “Don’t have to—”

Her throat opened around the head of his cock, taking him in.

Wes sank into her on a guttural, “Sonofabitch…”

A fireball burst low in his body, burning through his hips, his balls, his cock. A delirious moment of ecstasy blanked his mind, and when his head cleared, he had both his hands deep in Rubi’s hair, the door holding him up.

She eased back, sucking him all the way out with her eyes open and on his, dizzying lust turning them as dark as the ocean.. When her mouth finally pulled free, leaving his entire length glimmering wet, he found himself mindless…and speechless.

“Baby…” was all he found anywhere in his mind.

Her hand closed around his length, slowly pumping the slick skin. Wes’s muscles went taut again. His throat closed. Pleasure climbed.

“Yes?” She paused, tipped her head with a kittenish smile. “Did you want something?.”

“Your mouth.” He pushed the words forward, desperate. “I want your mouth.”

With her gaze holding his, she traced the tip of her tongue around his ridge again. A delicious shiver tightened his skin and made his whole body shake. She licked the drop of moisture from his tip, drew it into her mouth, and savored it with a hum of pleasure.

Wes’s mind slid into its very own sideways suicide. No woman had ever blown him like this—in daylight, pushed against a door, wanting it. No woman had ever savored him. Past girlfriends had done it to please him, and they had. But he couldn’t say any of them had ever enjoyed doing it. He had the impression, from that sparkle in Rubi’s eyes, that had all changed.

“Come and get it, naughty boy,” she teased, sliding one hand between his legs and stroking the sensitive skin behind his balls. “Take what you want.”

She opened her mouth just millimeters from the head of his cock but didn’t take him in. With those lips parted, her lids heavy, eyes begging…promising, she simply taunted. He urged his hips forward and the head of his cock slid into her mouth. Her lips closed, her mouth sucked, but nothing more. And, fuck, he needed more.

With the hands fisted in her hair, he pulled her in, impaling her mouth with his cock. Slowly. So very slowly, preparing to stop at the first sign of resistance He eased himself deeper, deeper… Her throat opened around him. Her eyes closed on an expression of bliss. Wes held there, trying to refasten his grip on control, but it was as slippery as her mouth. The sight, the feel, tangled Wes’s mind into a knot of raw need.

Something squeezed the head of Wes’s cock. A warm, rolling pressure that made him siphon air and tilt toward climax. Swallowing. Rubi was swallowing, her strong throat massaging his tip, her taut mouth sucking his length.

“Fucking A, Rubi…” He was incoherent. Couldn’t form a sentence. His weakening legs trembled, making him slide down the door another inch. Rubi took advantage of the room from his parted knees and stroked deeper, palming his balls. Wes was absolutely drowning in sensation. “So goddamned good…”

The knob underneath his hand rolled. The movement didn’t even faze him, until it happened twice more. Then the lock popped open, and the door pressed inward against his back. Wes reacted automatically, shoving it closed. By the time his mind sharpened, Rubi had pulled him from her mouth but didn’t move to hide or even stand. She still held his cock in her hands, her lips blushed deep from her work.

“What the hell?” A female voice muttered beyond the door. “Who’s in there?”

Rachel. Fuck, it was Rachel.

No. No, no, no. He needed this. Needed it. Stopping now was inhumane.

“Think on your feet, Lawson,” Rubi murmured. “I’m not done ravishing your rig.”

He didn’t realize how hard he was breathing until he had to catch his breath to speak. “Uh… Sorry Rach, it’s me.”

A pause. “Wes?”

He closed his eyes. “Yeah. I…uh…I’m just having a meeting.” He cringed at the lousy excuse. “Can you take ten?”

“Twenty,” Rubi whispered, a nasty smile on her face.

Wes shook his head. He wasn’t going to last twenty. No. Fucking. Way.

“Um…” Rachel said, clearly suspicious. “Sure…I guess?”

When her feet sounded on the stairs and her voice picked up in conversation with someone outside, then faded, Wes let out a breath of relief and glanced down at Rubi. This had to be a fucking fantasy.

Goddamned fucking lucky bastard.

“Baby…” he said, panting. “We should probably—”

“Finish.”

Wes was going to say stop, even though it was the last thing he wanted to do. “Oh hell. I like your idea so much better.”

Rubi laughed, then her lids grew heavy and she licked her lips. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

Once she slid his cock between her lips again, all teasing, all playtime, was over. She was on a mission to make him shatter. Her tongue did things he’d never felt before. The slide of her lips, the texture of her mouth, the pleasured sounds vibrating over his length was way beyond his experience. This was a woman who loved to suck cock. And the difference from a woman who did it as a favor or a chore was indescribable.

Wes sank his hands deep into her silky hair again, rested his head against the door, and set his eyes on the erotic sight of Rubi fucking him—wantonly, like she couldn’t get enough—with her mouth.

Once he let go of the resistance to come, the orgasm was there, pounding on the door, demanding release. The heat, the pressure, the spiraling lust slamming against his senses, over and over like waves in a storm.

“Rubi…” He growled through clenched teeth.

She looked up at him as she pulled his length from her mouth, oh, so innocently. “What?”

“Finish, please.”

“Finish what, Wes? Say it.”

“Suck me off.” The words were a harsh demand. To say he was on edge wouldn’t begin to cover this rampage of lust.

A slow, fiery smile slid over her face. “Do you have any idea how wet that makes me? Say it again.”

“Goddammit.” If Rachel came back and he hadn’t come, he’d go insane. “Suck me, Rubi. Now.”

She licked her lips and pulled him into her mouth again. Whatever she did then had been reserved for this moment, because he hadn’t felt that combination of pull, suck, and slide until now.

A sound of surprise rolled up his throat. A sound that quickly turned into a growl of such intense need, Wes’s mind whited out. “Baby…baby…” He panted between words. “I’m gonna… I can’t…fuck…”

The orgasm exploded at the center of his hips, raced up his spine and flashed through his chest. His balls squeezed, his cock surged, his ass clenched, driving him forward, and Wes gushed into the hot, dark, soft, succulent, tight recesses of her mouth.

Pleasure--rich, thrilling, decadent--slammed through him in wave after wave of heat. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

He couldn’t keep his voice down. Couldn’t control the sounds he made. His brain was gone, and Wes struggled to get a sliver of it back, but it kept slipping away, and in the end, he gave himself over to the ravage of his orgasm. One that lasted longer and reached deeper, than the one in the shower the night before.

He didn’t remember the moment his knees gave, but he slid to the floor, pulling from Rubi’s mouth at the same time. He landed on his ass, panting. “Holy… Shit…” He dropped his head against the door, his eyes falling closed. He couldn’t do more than grope for Rubi’s hand and curl his fingers around it. “Rubi…Christ…”

His body felt as if it had been infused with champagne, every cell fizzing.

He cracked his lids, glanced over her satisfied grin. Her tongue lazed over her bottom lip.

“You taste as good as I imagined,” she said, reaching forward to run her fingers through his sweat-dampened hair. “And you’re so fucking sexy coming in my mouth.”

“You don’t have to say that.” He forced his other hand up and ran the back of his finger against her cheek. “Even without it, that would have been the best I’ve ever had. With, it was…un-fucking-believable.”

She closed her hand around his and pulled it low on her body. “Want to feel how much I love sucking you?”

Her hand pushed his beneath the waistband of her shorts and between her legs. She stroked his fingers against her panties.

She was drenched, right through the silk. His mind stirred back to life and he eased the band of her panties aside to touch deeper. Her body licked his fingertips, opened to take them in, then closed snuggly around them.

“You’re…wicked,” Wes managed to whisper. “And I love it.”

Rubi’s lids went heavy, and her hand tightened over his. “Make me come.”

“Oh, yeah.” He shifted with the intent of pushing her to her back and taking all that deliciousness in his mouth. “Fuck yeah.”

Before he could even get her button undone, footsteps sounded on the steps again, followed by a purposeful knock, and Rachel’s annoyed voice. “All right you two. I know you’re in there. I have witnesses. Pull up your pants and let me in. Some of us have work to do.”

Wes groaned in disappointment. He reluctantly pulled his hand from between her legs. Rubi leaned forward and kissed him, whispering, “Later.”

His heart flipped. His chest tightened. Later was promising.

Another knock.

“Hold the fuck on, Rachel,” Wes said. “My zipper’s stuck.”

Rubi and Rachel burst out laughing at the same time. Wes tucked himself away, fastened up, and pushed to his feet. Blood rushed to his head, and he swayed, grabbing the doorknob for balance. Rubi’s laugh rose in pitch, more like a giggle. Something he’d never imagined coming out of her.

She moved to the refrigerator and pulled out two bottles of water as Wes opened the door. Little sweet Rachel barged past him, stopped in the middle of the room, and took a deep breath. “God, I love the smell of sex. Probably because I don’t get any.”