Defy (Brothers of Ink and Steel Book 3)(51)

“Now, Ryder. I want you inside of me now.”

At the sound of my name coming from her pouty lips I nearly cave. “Baby, anticipation is half the experience,” I say and she groans in frustration.

I move my head to her opposite arm and sink a love bite into the side of her bicep and pull gently. At that, she grinds her * into my shaft.

I’m going to lose it.

Quickly I maneuver myself so that, as she presses herself against me, she’s rubbing herself on my leg instead of along my dick. For good measure I slide my quad through her drenched folds.

“Cheater,” she accuses.

“Don’t argue with the guy in charge,” I tell her and suck each of her fingers into my mouth.

“Oh my God!”

I angle to bring those same sensations down the flow of her ribs, licking and kissing each one before I go back up for another tour of her firm tits. While massaging one with the palm of my hand, I tantalize the other; rubbing it with the overnight shadow of stubble that’s grown over my jaw, I swipe my wet tongue across the intimate flesh.

I remember when we were driving towards Shrevesport and her tits were confined underneath the thin fabric of the Longhorns t-shirt she was wearing, braless. How badly I had wanted to expose them and do just what I’m doing now.

My own wildfire surges through my core and into my dick. I don’t know how much longer I can wait before I explode—I wonder if it’s possible to come with no friction whatsoever because, truthfully, I feel like that would be no f*cking problem.

I French her to the dip of her belly button.

“Let’s see how wet you are.” I curl my tongue into her belly button as I stroke my fingers through her *. “Oh Christ, you’re so f*cking wet.”

She arches her loveliness up and rubs against my hand. I tickle through the delicate lotus and imagine her blossoming against my tongue.

Bringing my fingers to my mouth I say, “Rachel, open your eyes.”

When she does I lick her sweet nectar from my skin. The action makes me moan. “You taste so f*cking amazing.”

“Oh, Ryder.”

The taste immediately intoxicates me, and I can’t wait any longer—I plunge my mouth over her heavenly heat. Ravishing her with my wet tongue, I dive into her opening and relish each swipe.

“You don’t have to . . .” she stutters. “I already—”

I interrupt. “I’m going for multiples.”

She cries out in ecstasy as I lift and spread her legs wide and attack her sweet clit with my greedy mouth. Rachel wriggles and writhes. Holding her thighs firm so she can’t escape, I lap at her essence.

“Holy f*cking hell, nothing tastes as incredible as you do.”

Her breathing accelerates, escaping her in a series of delectable moans that I fully intend on swallowing once I ram my cock hard inside of her. Her hips roil and cause an intense ache through my ever-hardening erection, causing it to throb wildly.

She grabs the sides of my head roughly—and I like it. She presses my face against her, and I make sure to massage her gently with my stubble.

Rachel whimpers my name in abandon and surrender, her voice laced with delirium and rapture, as she reaches her orgasm. Her exquisite flesh spasms against my tongue and tremors in my mouth as I bring her to her bliss.

Again.

I know the smile on my satisfied face is smug.

“Take me NOW!” she shouts.

I hop off the bed and grab my wallet for a condom.

“Holy shit! You’re huge,” she cries.

That never gets old.

“And what is that?” she squeaks.

Ripping the foil wrapper open, I kneel upright on the bed between her legs so she can have a full frontal view.

“You’re . . . pierced.”

“It’s a Prince Albert. Ever seen one?”

Her mouth is dropped open, and she’s staring, even while she still gyrates her hips and seeking me.

“No!” her eyes grow wider. “Will it hurt?”

“Oh no, baby, it’ll bring you great pleasure.”

“Yeah,” she responds shyly, averting her gaze. “You already accomplished that.”

“I’m so not done,” I growl, about to sheath my dick.

“Wait!” She’s louder and more forceful than she meant to be and she bites her bottom lip like an apology. “Can I . . . touch it?”

“Definitely.”

She leans forward and grazes the piercing tentatively with her fingertip.

“You won’t hurt me—you can even tug on it and it won’t hurt.”

“What if I put it in my mouth?” She still looks at my cock, which is glistening with pre-arousal.

“You’re trying to kill me, right?”

Without hesitation she pivots around until her perfect ass is pointing heavenward and her lovely tongue swirls around the tip of my cock.

“It’s so sexy. I like it,” she says decidedly.

“You’ll love the feel of it against your inner walls.”

Rachel peers up at me through hazy eyes. “You know, I’m still spasming inside?”

Those words officially commence the end of her exploration. I flip her over onto her back without ceremony and roll the condom on. She laughs with heady anticipation.