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Slipping off the leather jacket and pulling my t-shirt over my head, I gasp as he suddenly tears the lace down to free my tits. Massaging them in his warm palm, he moans again, lifting his hips as he chases his high. When I reach down to undo his belt, he bucks up into me, hissing as my nails scratch his abdomen. “That’s right, pull me out, baby, feel how hard I am for you.” Lifting my hips, I shove his jeans down as much as I can, finding him bare underneath. His cock springs free, just as hard as promised, hot and silky-smooth when I grab the shaft. Twin piercings, two silver balls just beneath the head, gleam in the lowlight, and I gently brush my thumb over them.

He gasps, tossing his head back as I stroke him hard. “Fuck.” Pre-cum leaks from the tip, and I smear it across his slit, making him pant harder. “Don’t tease me, just—just let me feel you, baby.” He reaches for my waistband, but I smack his hand away. Eyes wide, he watches as I spit on his dick and continue stroking, his body twitching every time I pull his skin over the head and rub directly over his piercing. “F-fuck,” he stutters, biting his lip. “You’re driving me crazy, Celia, baby,please.Fuck, don’t tease me.”

My body is on fire, but Rebel looks like he’s about to combust. Sweat breaks out across his forehead and chest, a flush trailing down his neck and across his tattoos. Their colors are muddied in the yellowed streetlight, but the flex of his muscles beneath the skin is clear as day. He thrusts in time with my hand, puffing hot air every time he exhales. “C-Celia,” he moans, biting his lip. “Baby, you’re gonna make me—” His breath catches as more pre-cum spills from the tip of his cock. “So close. Please. Let me—ah!”

I reach between us and cup his balls, massaging them while I stroke his shaft. My back and shoulders scream at me to switch positions, but I don’t dare, not when Rebel’s clawing at the car door and writhing in the leather seat.

Whoever said that men can’t come from hand jobs was fuckinglying.

Rebel comes hard, a whine tearing through his throat as his hips jerk up into my palm, thick ropes of his cum splashing against his abs. I stroke him through it gently, saying the first, unfiltered thing that comes to mind?—

“Good boy.”

He shudders at the praise, moaning as another spurt of cum coats my fingers. Still panting, he reaches for my free hand and squeezes tightly.

I bring his hand to my lips and kiss his knuckles. “Such a good boy, coming for me,” I continue, enjoying the way his cheeks flush. “Do you feel good, baby?” I squeeze his cock, enjoying its twitch in my palm.

He bites his plush bottom lip and swallows. “Y-yes.”

I smile brightly, elated that I can elicit such a strong response from him. “Me too.” I cup his jaw and lean in to kiss the wide-eyed look off his face. We melt into each other, humming with each press of our lips. Rebel runs his fingers through my hair and deepens the kiss, using his other hand to drag my hips higher, trapping his slick cock beneath me. It’s already growing in size, thickening with each flick of our tongues.

As much as I’d love to have sex right now, I don’t know how to handle the backlash if Rage finds out, and that uncertainty is enough for me to break away.

The soft, dazed look on Rebel’s face makes it hard to sit up. “We should head back,” I murmur, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead. “Thanks for the ride.”

He sobers up fast, huffing loudly as he runs a hand through his sweat-slicked hair. “Not fair. Let me get you off. I bet you’resoaked.” His eyes travel my body from my tits to my hips. “I can feel how hot you are down there. Scorching.” With a slow thrust, he presses his cock against my core, making me shiver with heat. He tugs at my sweatpants, pulling them down an inch. “C’mon, take these off. Let’s go for arealride.”

I bite my lip, the temptation tipping the scales in Rebel’s favor. “Won’t he find out?”

“He? Who—Rage?” Rebel blinks, stunned into silence for a split second, before surging up to kiss me hard, his tongue and teeth working together to make me whine with need. When he pulls back, his eyes are steely. “You’re thinking aboutmy brotherright now, when I’m trying to fuck you?” Thrusting hiships into mine, he hisses, “fuck that.Sit on my cock, baby, and I’ll show you how arealman fucks.”

I hesitate, knowing that it’s a bad idea, but also knowing that my body is begging for release, wound tight from all the kissing and grinding. “Won’t I be fucking you since I’m on top?”

Rebel flashes me a cocky grin. “Time to fuck around and find out.”

Chapter 6

Rebel

Fuck.

This girl will be the death of me, wringing every last drop of pleasure from my body with the tiniest flutter of her eyelashes and the simplest of phrases on her lips?—

Good boy.

I shiver in anticipation as she splays her palm flat on my chest and lifts her hips, both of us working together to rid her of those pesky sweatpants. Having her wear my clothes is hot, but it’s even hotter when she takes them off. Her creamy thighs are a gift from Heaven, soft to the touch and warm—so goddamn warm—as they wrap around my hips.

Fuck.

She settles into my lap slowly, her bottom lip wedged between her teeth and tresses of long, luxurious hair spilling across her shoulders. She looks like a fucking goddess—afuckinggoddess, if things go according to plan—and my cock twitches to life, aching and full and so goddamn ready to plunge inside of her.

I’ve been waiting far too long for this.

Rage had his turn and fucked that shit up so bad that she ran—now, it’s my turn to fix things. I don’t know if a woman can fall in love from receiving S-tier dick, but I’m sure as hell gonna try.

Butdamn, am I in danger of falling for her first.

It doesn’t matter that I’m supposed to be angry with her. When we’re together, none of the bullshit makes sense anymore, and I find myself forgetting to care about anything but the woman right in front of me.

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