Page 13 of Rebels & Rejects

Her hand comes around behind her, slipping between us until she’s rubbing it over the more than obvious imprint of my dick in my jeans. Applying just the right amount of pressure, she squeezes me through the thick fabric before dipping lower and cupping my balls.

I growl in her ear, pressing my thumb over her sensitive nub, rubbing tight circles until I feel her inner walls clenching.

“Fuck,” she cries as she comes all over my fingers.

I don’t give her time to recover before I pull out and spin her around. Placing my hand on her hip to steady her, I slide the other one into her hair, wrapping around the silky soft strands and tugging her face toward me. My lips slam down on hers, desperate to fucking taste her.

She opens up beneath me, her soft lips gliding over mine with our tongues dueling in a heated battle for dominance. She tastes like cherries and tequila. Total and utter temptation.

Her hands come up, fisting the front of my shirt and pulling me flush against her as I slide my hand round to her back, slowly moving it down until I’m cupping her ass, grinding my dick against her pelvis.

She breaks the kiss, taking a step back. As my hand falls from her body, she grabs it, searing me with a heated gaze before she spins around and tugs me behind her as she moves toward the back of the club. I have no idea where she’s taking me, and I really don’t care. All the blood has left my brain. It’s been over three fucking years since I’ve gotten laid. Who can blame a guy for being led by his dick after that long? Since the second she sidled up beside me at the bar, my cock has one hundred percent been in control. It’s driving every action, every word, and hell, it’s about to get so fucking lucky.

She pulls me down a corridor, past the bathrooms, until she’s pushing open a fire exit door, and we tumble out into a dark alley behind the club. The fresh air is a welcome relief from the stuffiness inside, but it does nothing to ease the heat thrumming through my veins especially when she spins around and pushes me against the wall beside the door.

With deft fingers she unbuttons my jeans, and pulls out my throbbing dick, wrapping her hand around it and gently squeezing before she grazes the pad of her thumb over the bead of pre-cum, smearing it as she pumps her hand up and down my shaft.

Without a second thought or any hesitation, she drops to her knees and licks her lips before wrapping them around me.Hooooly fuckkkk. I have to fight the urge to come too soon as she sucks me in deeper, the wet heat of her mouth feels like fucking heaven.

She looks up at me through hooded eyes as I entangle my fingers in her hair. The desire I see in her eyes has me thrusting into her, forcing her to take me further. She’s not just doing this because she thinks she should; she’s doing it because she fucking wants to. She’s getting off on having me in her mouth as much as I am.

Her tongue is pressed flat against the underside of my shaft, and her cheeks are hollowed as she bottoms out, taking all of me. I can feel the tip of my dick hitting the back of her throat before she pulls back.

I try not to thrust and let her take control, but it doesn’t last very long. Suddenly I’m fucking her mouth, her fingers digging into my thigh as she holds on for dear life. Her eyes never waver from mine, and I alternate between being captivated as I watch my dick disappear between her supple red lips and falling into the carnal need I can see burning in her glistening eyes.

Feeling the familiar tingling in my balls, I pull out and haul her off the ground. She’s light in my arms as I spin around and pin her against the wall, my hand reaching between her thighs and tearing off her panties.

“As fucking amazing as that was, I believe I have a promise to keep,” I growl.

She wraps her legs around me as I dig a condom out of my back pocket and sheath myself in record time before I line up at her entrance. I slam all the way into her as she cries out, crashing her lips onto mine.

Jesus fuck, she’s the hottest thing I’ve ever felt. Did pussies always feel this good, and it’s just been so long I’ve forgotten or is it all her? Maybe she’s got a magical pussy. That or she’s a venus flytrap, luring me in with her hot mouth only to kill me. Hell, I don’t even think I’d care. What an awesome way to go out—with the most explosive orgasm of my life.

“Fuck,” I groan, beginning to move.

I thrust into her, her hips lifting to meet mine as she continues to pillage my mouth. As she gets closer to the edge, she breaks off our kiss, her head dropping back to lean against the brick wall behind her. Licking down her throat, I bury my nose in the crook of her neck. I can already feel the familiar prickle at the base of my spine as she clenches tightly around me, her own orgasm nearing.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” she cries out as her pussy spasms around me, practically sucking the cum out of me as I grunt into her neck, my hot seed hitting the latex condom.

There’s no way sex has always been this good. No one could fucking forget this feeling of euphoria.Thismoment right here is the one that will flash before my eyes when I die, reminding me of how fucking incredible my life was.

“Okay, I believe you now,” she pants, making me chuckle.

She unwraps her legs from my hips, dropping them to the ground, and I pull back, ignoring the silent cry from my dick as I withdraw from her comforting warmth.

Removing the condom, I chuck it in a dumpster and tuck myself away. “Wanna go back in and grab a drink?” I ask.

She glances up at me as she shimmies her skirt back down over her hips, shaking her head. “I’m done for tonight. I have an early start tomorrow.”

“Well, can I at least get your number?”

She smirks but shakes her head again—an action I’m beginning to think she does quite often. “Sorry. I can’t afford distractions right now, and you”—she rakes her eyes over me one final time—“would definitely be a distraction.”

I open my mouth to respond just as the fire exit door bangs open, snapping my attention toward it as a rowdy crowd of clearly inebriated customers pile out. I swear I only take my eyes off her for a second, yet when I look back down the alley, the red-haired vixen is gone.

For a moment, I simply stand there, debating whether or not to go after her, but her words about being a distraction ultimately stop me. She was right about that. With all the plans Cain has, he’s going to end up razing the city, and I can’t let anyone alter my focus if we’re about to rain down hell.

Chapter 6

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