Page 45 of Rebel

“I want to touch you,” I murmur.

She nods, taking my hesitating hands and sliding them down. She presses them to each side of her bikini bottom. When she smiles at me, I undo the bows, watching the black material fall away as I move back to look at her. She’s completely confident in her nudity as she leans back, and I gaze at her pussy.

It’s as beautiful as the rest of her, pink and pretty.

As I stare at her, other memories reach for me, but I push them away. They were always on top of me, never below me.

“Kolt.” My name brings me back.

She doesn’t rush me or push. She just lets me play and explore. My whole relationship with sex and pleasure is fucked up, but Beck is healing the cracks. They will never fully disappear, but she glosses over them with gold. She doesn’t reach for me or touch me, and I’m grateful for that. I’m feeling raw, exposed, and needy as it is, and being in control is making it easy to push back my memories.

Everything is new with her, and I want her pleasure.

I want to see Beck Danvers come.

I want Beck Danvers to be my first. I want to know that I’m not that broken and I can still give her pleasure.

Stroking my hands across her thighs, I pluck up the courage and slide one palm up. I cover her pussy, seeing how big my hand is compared to her. She’s fucking tiny. She groans, watching me with half-lidded eyes as I just hold her, feeling her warmth.

I know we made a pact, but I don’t care.

I’ve never broken a rule before, not for the band, but I want to break them for her. I want to break every promise just to have her, so I do. For the first time in my life, I take something I want. Lifting my palm, I see her wetness on my skin, and I lift it to my lips.

My tongue darts out, lapping at her cream, and she bites her lip. “What do I taste like?” she teases.

“Like peaches,” I reply, dragging my tongue along every inch. “Like mine.”

Her eyes flare at my declaration. Dropping my hand, I stroke my fingers across her pretty folds before parting her, looking at her swollen clit and pretty little hole. She never once complains, not even as I stroke and explore her pussy. I want to reward her . . . to thank her. Sliding two slick fingers across her clit, I watch her reaction. She jerks, and when I circle it, she moans. I press harder, and one of her legs twitches, letting me know she likes that.

“Don’t stop,” she begs. It’s not an order, but a plea.

“I don’t plan to,” I reply, circling her clit until she’s panting, and then I slide my fingers lower, circling her hole and pressing two fingers inside up to my knuckles. Her heat sucks me deeper as she cries out. Keeping them inside her, I suck my other fingers into my mouth and then circle her clit.

“Fingers,” she gasps. “Move them inside me.”

I’m eager to please her, and her telling me what she wants helps, and I love her for it.

I do just that, swallowing as I watch them slide in and out of her. My cock is leaking now, and pleasure builds within me even though I’m not being touched. For a moment, I panic, not wanting to spill and feel that inadvertent release.

Shame fills me, but when I meet her gaze, she must see it. “It’s okay,” she tells me. “Breathe.”

Nodding, I breathe slowly, and she relaxes, letting me pet and stroke her until she cries out. Her cunt flexes around my fingers before gripping me so tightly, I know she’s coming. I stroke her through it, awed by her release. She’s fucking beautiful as she gives into the pleasure.

How could it be anything but incredible?

When she lies back, panting, I pull my hand away and lick it clean.

I feel victorious in a way I’ve never felt before. I want to shout and brag.

I made Beck Danvers come.

I’m not broken. How could I be when I can see how much she wants me?

Sitting up, she presses her hand to my chest. “Have you ever come when you wanted to, Kolton?” she asks, unbothered by my innocent fumbling.

I want to shrink away, but I refuse to. I shake my head. I’ve touched myself a lot, but every time I reach that point, I get so panicked that I stop.

“Can I?” she asks softly. “I’ll stop if you want at any time.”

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