Rough Ride (Chaos #5)(47)

Snap latched onto my hips and sank back down on the bed, pulling me into his lap, this time not with my legs to one side, but a knee to either side.

Now we were talking.

“I’ll give you a foreplay blowjob our second go,” I offered, aiming myself at that goodness.

“Foreplay for me with you essentially involves you lookin’ at me, so that’s unnecessary, but I’m not gonna say no,” he replied, guiding me to his goodness but doing it way too damned slow.

“Snapper, hurry,” I rushed.

Laugher in his tone now. “Rosie, it isn’t going anywhere.”

I grasped either side of his head and looked into his eyes.

“I want you,” I whispered.

With a rumble I felt from scalp to toes, he pulled me down and filled me.

Snapper was finally inside me.

My head fell back, my hands slid down to clench his neck, and I started moving.

“Fuck…me,” he groaned.

He didn’t mean it that way, but all I could think was, gladly.

“Oh my God, you feel…” I started on an upward glide, “beautiful,” I ended on a puff of breath on a downward one.

He held me steady, arched away from him, riding his cock, with an arm slanted along my back and alternately played with my nipples and sucked them while I rode.

Which made me ride faster.

“Careful, honey,” he murmured.

He was worried about my ribs, but…

No fucking way.

We were making this one to remember and we were going to do it in a way we’d never, ever forget.

I went faster.

“Jesus, Rosie,” he grunted.

“God,” I pushed out, loving the heft of him inside me, the support of his arm around me, the smell of him all around me, feeling it build in me.

I went faster.

“Jesus, fuck, Rosie.”

From every word he said it dripped that I was building it in him too.

And I loved that.

I snapped forward, my hair going everywhere, all around me, all around his face and shoulders, and I took his mouth in a hard kiss.

Then I gasped down his throat as he clamped an arm around my hips. Keeping me full of him, he shot up to his feet then turned and we were down and he was the one taking the ride.

I wouldn’t have believed it, but this was even better.

I wound my legs around him, one at his waist, one at his thigh, and lifted my hips to take him as deep as he could go.

His hand went between us, his finger hit the spot, and I moved my hands to his hair, clutched both into the length and whimpered, “Snap.”

“Rosie,” came his guttural reply.

And with that I was gone, flying, soaring, reaching for the stars, feeling Snap take his weight fully into his forearms on either side of me so all I took of him was him bucking between my legs. I heard his sharp grunts followed by a long groan and I felt him touching the heavens right there with me.

He stayed deep and I’d wrapped everything I had around him, holding him to me, when I came down, feeling his breaths hot and hard against the skin of my neck.

“That was awesome,” I breathed.

“Yeah,” he agreed.

“Totally awesome,” I decreed.

On a small lurch of his body that told me he thought I was funny, he repeated in a voice that shared the same thing, “Yeah.”

“Snapper?” I called.

He lifted his head, adjusted an arm so he could stroke my neck with his thumb, and looked me in the eyes.

“Yeah, baby?”

“It worked out in the end,” I told him.

“What?” he asked.

“I found the one who was perfect for me.”

He didn’t seem sated or amused or anything right then.

He stared down at me under him, his body connected with mine, and he looked at me in a way that I knew that earlier, he had not lied.

I was his world.

So yeah.

Definitely.

Perfect for me.

Then he spoke, and as was Everett “Snapper” Kavanaugh’s wont, he made it even better.

“I know the feeling.”





Chapter Eight



Eden



Rosalie




“Rosalie.”

I knew what that meant, Snap saying my name in that low, throaty tone. We’d had weeks now of me learning what that meant.

And even though I liked what I was doing, since he was Snapper and I’d give him anything, I slid his rigid, pulsing cock out of my mouth, slithered up his body, attached my lips to his, accepted his tongue as it slid between, thrilled in the bristles of his whiskers scratching my skin, and allowed him to roll me onto my back.

After a time, he broke the kiss and reached for a condom.

I explored the muscled contours of his back with my fingers, reveling in the power of his body under my touch and intensity in his profile that met my eyes while I did.

His eyes came to mine as his hand went between our legs and he just gazed at me, showing me openly so many things, all with just a look, it was insanity.

He was excited. He loved having me under him. He enjoyed what I’d done to his cock. He couldn’t wait to get inside me.

And he loved me.

“Love you,” I whispered.

“Love you too, Rosie,” he whispered back right before he slid inside me.