Page 32 of Ruthless

Chapter 13

Ginger

I headed straight to the bathroom but the shower was doing nothing to cool the fire of need that was simmering in my blood, especially after the sultry kiss that Rebel had given me outside of my apartment. Damn him! He had a lot of nerve kissing me like that, and getting me all worked up. True, I was the one to blame for walking away once we were inside my apartment, but he could have come after me. Every woman wanted to be chased by the man she desired, didn't they? I'd intended to take a quick shower because of the lightning that was crackling outside of the window, but before I knew it my hands were gliding over my lathered body with a new purpose.

I needed to come.

My pussy was still buzzing from the bike ride and from being pressed close to Rebel's hard body.

I told myself that those were the reasons I was burning, and not Rebel's hot kiss.

I stepped beneath the spray and closed my eyes, letting my hands explore the pleasure points that would get me off. I palmed and squeezed my breast and pinched my nipple, while my other hand zeroed in on my pulsing clit. I wasn't surprised to find it swollen and throbbing, the flesh surrounding it slick. A little moan escaped me as I ran the tip if my finger up and down my slit, gathering the thick moisture there and bringing it up to my nose. All the while pretending that it was Rebel's hands on my body. I inhaled the arousal on my finger deeply, and then opened my mouth for a taste.

A deep, almost painful groan tore through the erotic moment that had been meant to be private, and my eyes flew open. I sucked in my breath, finding the shower curtain open and Rebel standing before me, eating me up with his predatory eyes. The fire in his eyes burned me where they touched, the raw hunger on his chiseled face exposing his intense arousal. For a second he reminded me of a wild and ferocious animal getting ready to claim his mate.

And we all knew what it was like when an animal claimed its mate in the wild.

It was dangerous.

It was breathtaking.

It was unpredictable.

It was ruthless.

Rebel was naked. His cock was long, hard, thick, and curved upwards. Pre-cum filled the slit, and I licked my lips. I'd never given a blowjob before, but suddenly it seemed like something that I wanted to try. Another groan erupted from Rebel when he fisted his cock and he began to jerk it. The whole time his eyes were intense on me, on my mouth. I licked my lips again.

"Fuck, come here," he growled, reaching for me at the same time.

He curled a hand around the back of my neck and pushed me to my knees, directly in front of his bobbing cock. I pushed his hand aside so that I could take it, and began to move my hand up and down as he'd been doing. His thick thighs tensed and he rocked back on his heels, a deep rumbling sound moving up his throat. I leaned forward and tentatively licked at the rounded head, catching the pearly-white cum on my tongue. It was hard to explain what that first taste was like, but it wasn't unpleasant. I glanced up at Rebel, our gazes locked as I slowly closed my mouth over him.

"Oh, fuck!" he snarled, closing his eyes and dropping his head back. "Suck it good, angel."

I intended to. I was enjoying the power that I seemed to have over him, and I wanted more. So I moved, swallowing as much of him as I could. Rebel was huge, and my pussy seized, remembering how he had felt. Recalling all the wonderful things he'd done to me with his tongue and mouth, I explored his hardness, marveling at the taste and texture, and in some small way, Rebel's body betrayed itself when I discovered a particular spot that gave him extra pleasure. A tiny twitch, his hands clenching tighter in my wet hair, a hiss and a groan, all gave him away.

I pressed my lips tightly around his cock, swirling my tongue over the interesting bumps and ridges that lined its hard surface. A particular spot that I discovered directly beneath the thick ridge of skin circling his bulbous head caused Rebel to react with more than one tell. He hissed, thrust his cock further down my throat, and held me tight against him. His whole body grew taut in that moment, and then he gradually relaxed.

"You're fucking good at this," he murmured, beginning to thrust back and forth. The hand at the top of my head began caressing, more than pushing me in the speed that he wanted me to go.

I caught on quickly as to what a blowjob was all about, surprised to find that giving Rebel pleasure also gave me pleasure. A needy ache was ever present between my thighs, I could actually feel my clit throbbing. With one hand tight around the part of the cock that I couldn't swallow, my free hand didn't hesitate to find my clit. A whimper escaped me when I first brushed against it, it was so slick and sensitive.

Rebel must have heard me. I glanced up when I sensed him looking down at me. "Rub your little clit, angel," he encouraged, his thrusts picking up speed. "Make yourself come." His hand tightened in my hair.

I sucked his cock hard, sticking the tip of my tongue into the slit every time I glided to the head. On the way back to the root I lightly scraped my teeth along the length, feeling the quiver run through Rebel that he couldn't seem to control. Once I'd reached the root, buried in a carpet of springy hair, I took a second to lick his balls.

"Holy fuck!" he swore. I guess he hadn't been expecting that. His hand twisted painfully in my hair and he began to control the speed and depth of his thrusts. I learned quickly that when I felt the head of his cock hit the back of my throat to swallow, using my throat muscles to squeeze him tightly. "Jesus!" Rebel groaned, fucking my mouth so fast that his balls were slapping against my chin with a noise. "Suck, baby! Suck!"

I was, for all it was worth. And I was rubbing and pinching my clit, chasing my own release. It wasn't far away, climbing at a rate that I couldn't keep up with. Harsh breathing surrounded us as he panted loudly, while both of us reached for that tiny pinnacle of pleasure that would explode into body quakes of mindless, earth-shattering ecstasy.

"Oh, God!" I cried out, reaching the peak before it dropped off like a roller coaster ride. As an orgasm racked my body, Rebel grunted and held himself to the back of my throat, coming like a geyser. Warm, thick cum slipped down my throat, and I kept sucking, wanting every drop of his essence.

For a minute we were both convulsing out of control and sounding out our pleasure. As my orgasm waned I put my hands on Rebel's thick thighs, feeling the occasional shudder that gripped his muscles. I kept his cock in my mouth, leaning against him with post sexual bliss.

"Fuck, angel, I'm sorry," he rasped after a few minutes. "I didn’t have time to pull out."

I smiled around his soft flesh and released it to look up at him. "Does that mean that I'm good?"

"Fuck?" He reached down and hauled me to my feet. The next thing I knew, Rebel had stepped into the shower with me. "I've never lost control like that."

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