6. Rebel
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—a fucking goddess, 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.
But damn , 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.
Celia blushes, her face as warm as her thighs. I cup her rosy cheeks and pull her down on top of me for an earth-shattering kiss, groaning into her mouth when she lets me in. She lets me in. Fuck, I never thought kissing Celia could get any better, but this moment proves me wrong.
Everything about the way I’m feeling proves the rest of the goddamn world wrong—having a girlfriend cradle your fucking ballsack and praise you for the mega load you’re about to deliver is so delicious, I might never go back to whatever I was doing before, because clearly, I was living life with my glass half empty. Now, all I wanna do is ensure that no matter what, I fill that bad boy up until it overflows.
Starting with the gorgeous woman in front of me..
I gasp for air when she goes for my throat, nipping my Adam’s apple and giggling, still too in her head, still a little shy, uncertain about what to do with her hands or how to be the one in charge.
“Have you ever done this before? On top?”
She stills, her heart beating like a drum, loud enough that I can hear it. “Once.” Sighing into my ear, she presses her tits against my chest, the lace of her bra catching on my skin, on all the scars she has yet to ask about.
When she does, I’ll tell her how hot the fire burned, but the flames of Hell don’t compare to how hot she makes me.
Yeah, that’s a dumb line.
But when she’s like this, with all her delicate skin on display, trembling with every touch of my hands on her body, I don’t care how stupid it sounds.
Everything she makes me feel is real, from the frustration that boils in my gut to the visceral agony tearing its way through my flesh, down to the harsh sinew of my bones, the jagged cut of my teeth and the burning fire in my blood, all the way back up to the heavy pump of my heart, covering my soul in her softness, her glow. All the rough parts of me turn gentle in her hands, and she doesn’t even realize it.
Sometimes, she makes me believe that if the fire had never happened and I was a regular guy with a regular job, I could have made her happy in the kind of way she always wanted. We would have fit together without friction, without all the tension and bickering and uncertainty, because we both would know that this feels right from the start.
Neither of us would run. Or fight. Or bleed. We’d have this seamless connection right from the start.
I bury my hand in her hair and press my nose against her temple, breathing in the delicate scent of her soap mingling with the tang of her sweat. I don’t like to think of her screwing other men, but I have to ask, “Was he good to you?” I pray that she says no, that I’ll get the chance to be her first good thing in this position. A memory she’ll hold onto forever.
Her throat clicks on a swallow. “Um… I think so. Sort of.”
That’s not nearly good enough. My heart soars as the possibility of being her first good lay like this materializes before my eyes. I can taste it, like honey mixed with wildfire. “What do you mean?”
“I came,” she admits softly, “but it wasn’t really…” Her lips twist against my skin. “Like I imagined it would be.”
I dig my fingertips into her hips to keep myself from moving too fast, because fuck, do I wanna move fast. But this feels important, and the confident woman who called me her good boy isn’t here right now. “Tell me how you imagined it.” I scratch her scalp, and she relaxes, melting on top of me.
Better.
She exhales slowly. “I don’t know, I thought I would feel powerful, I guess.”
“Why didn’t you?” There’s no reason she shouldn’t have been in charge while on top. Unless the guy was an asshole—or trying to come really fast—but the two aren’t mutually exclusive. I mean, even if I do fuck her from the bottom, she’s gonna have me begging for her to sink that slick pussy down over me harder, faster?—
“He doesn’t really give me room to breathe.”
Present tense, not past, like the man in question is still around.
Blood pumps heavy as iron through my veins as I piece together the only possible man that could be—my piece of shit older brother . The fucking cunt, ruining everything. Destroying my girl’s confidence. Did he put her on top only to shove his dick inside of her too fast? For fuck’s sake.
In the end, what he did or didn’t do with her doesn’t matter, because I’m going to fix it.
Tilting Celia’s head back, I meet her eyes. “You don’t have to feel that way with me.” I press my palm against her chest and take a deep breath, grateful that she mirrors the movement. “Just breathe, baby. You can trust me.”
God , I hope that’s true.
She bites her lip again, and I steal a gentle kiss, pressing of those perfect lips to mine and licking into her mouth when she sighs, loosening up even more for me. Once I’m confident that she’s ready, I lay back and lift my arms over my head. Gripping the headrest tightly, I commit not to touch her unless she asks for it. I nod. “Go for it, baby. Ride me. Do whatever makes you feel good.”
It takes her a minute to get comfortable. First, she pulls my pants down until she can sit on my thighs without touching the zipper, then she takes off her bra so that her mouth-watering tits spill free, and finally, she pulls one of her legs out from her red lace panties, leaving them wrapped around her other knee.
Fuck me.
My cock twitches, aching and impatient. We never cleaned up the cum from the hand job, so it’s smeared across my stomach and all over my cock. I can see it glistening on Celia’s knuckles. God , she touched herself with that hand while removing her clothes. My cum is probably all over her skin, marking every inch of her as mine.
She pulls my t-shirt over my head, trapping it across the top of my shoulders. My leather jacket’s lost in the floorboard, long forgotten, and I suddenly wish she were wearing it. As beautiful as she is naked, she’d be downright stunning with my leather slapping her tits as she bounces up and down on my cock.
I swallow hard. “Ready when you are, beautiful.”
She surprises me with a kiss, dragging my bottom lip between her teeth and pulling a groan from my chest. She flicks her tongue against my snakebite, playing with it before slipping her tongue inside my mouth. The heat from her body spreads like a fever, overtaking me in one quick rush that leaves me trembling. She fists my hair and tugs, shooting both pain and pleasure down my spine, where it settles between my thighs. I flex my hips and plant my feet on the dashboard, determined to let her lead.
I’m so glad that I came once already, because as soon as her slick pussy touches my cock, I’m a fucking goner.
Groaning, I throw my head back while she grinds on my shaft, rocking her hips back and forth in a slow, delicious torture that makes my balls tingle. I know I’m hitting her clit. My dick piercing doubles as a clit-magnet, an extra pressure point that drives women wild on top. I bite my lip and watch my woman unravel, a beautiful queen claiming her king for the first time. She’s taking these little gasps of air every time she surges forward, her hands pushing my shoulders down, keeping me still as she takes her pleasure.
A shadow crosses in front of the windshield, and in the next instant, the driver’s side door unlocks with a click. It pops open and a man steps inside, the crisp lines of his suit making me roll my eyes. As soon as my older brother comes into full view, the vein in his neck throbbing as much as my goddamn cock, I curse his fucking name. “Goddamn it, Rage, get the hell out!”
He must have followed us. Woken up and stepped outside his bedroom to find Celia and me both gone, went ballistic, and tracked us down. I glance at the heart-shaped collar on Celia’s neck and grit my teeth. I bet the fucker put a tracker inside. Part of me respects it, but the other part is fucking annoyed. This is supposed to be my time with Celia, and he has to show up and ruin it. Fucking typical.
Rage tosses the spare car keys onto the dash without looking, staring intently at Celia instead, keeping his composure as long as we don’t count how hard he white-knuckles the steering wheel. When Celia freezes in place, he bares his teeth like a wolf. “Keep going.”
She cups her tits in her hands and shakes her head. “Get out!”
Rage grinds his teeth. “No.”
They glare at each other, and once again, it’s up to me to fix this shit. “Baby, look at me.” I thrust my hips, loving the way her eyelashes flutter as I press my cock between her swollen lips. I rock forward, bumping her clit with the tip of my dick, and her mouth parts in a pretty O. “That’s it, pretty girl. Feel how wet you are. Touch yourself. Doesn’t that feel good?”
Biting her lip, she gives Rage a cursory glance before reaching between her thighs and pressing her fingertips to her clit, shuddering as I punch my hips forward again. We both lose ourselves in these little thrusts, our soft breaths mingling in the air as she swirls her fingertips around her clit and I brush the tip of my cock against them. Her rosy nipples darken, begging to be plucked. I glance over at Rage, who hasn’t moved a fucking inch. “Can he touch your tits, baby?”
Her gorgeous hazel eyes flick toward Rage. She grinds down harder, slipping an inch of my cock inside her slick heat. I clench my entire body for ever-loving Heaven and Hell. If she’s going to wage war against Rage with my body as a weapon, holy fucking shit, I might be the luckiest man alive.
“No,” she sighs, lifting her hips so that we can all see my cock glistening from her desire. “He can watch.”
She sinks down and makes this high-pitched little ah! sound when she bottoms out, her thighs quivering as she feels how deep I am, how fucking gone I am, already twitching like crazy inside of her. My muscles convulse from the strain of tensing them for so long, and I cry out when she rocks her hips, sucking my cock deeper. Slowly, she rides me, puffing warm breaths over the top of my head and using my shoulders as an anchor point to keep herself steady. I moan for her every time she grinds her hips, and she drinks in the sound of my voice like an addict, her eyes sparkling like fucking diamonds.
It doesn’t take long for her to pick up the pace. Our bodies fit together perfectly, the wet glide of her pussy fucking Heaven , and as the sun rises over the city, a pink halo of light surrounds her body in ethereal beauty. As the seconds tick by and the strawberry sunrise bleeds through the fogged windows, I can count the freckles dotting her shoulders, taste the desire on her tongue when she devours my lips, and catch the glint of gold from the heart tag kissing her throat. She leans back and moans so loudly that it reverberates in the air. Two pumps— up and down —and I’m busting my nut. “F-fuck,” I pant, jerking my hips up. Her body invites me inside, warm and wet and so goddamn perfect.
Celia grinds down hard , clawing my knees as she takes my load as deep as she can. Then she lifts her hips and rubs my dick against the front walls of her pussy, bouncing with reckless abandon as she chases her release, a chorus of moans and yesyesyes spilling past her lips. She holds her breath as she comes, her face burning bright red and her thighs quivering.
I spill another rope of cum inside of her, moaning loud enough to get Rage’s attention. I finally spare my brother a glance, and he’s wound up tight. Somehow, he’s spread his thighs wide enough to lay his knee on top of the middle console, his thick cock in his hand as he chokes it to death. His eyes are pitch black, their pupils so blown that he looks like a demon ready to devour its chosen victim.
To my surprise, even as Celia is lost to her pleasure and unable to fight back, he doesn’t touch her. Doesn’t even try. Teeth clenched, he grabs his cock and jerks it in short, rough strokes that would make me cringe if I weren’t buried inside our woman. My body and soul are in pure bliss, and even Rage’s flaring temper and stupid games won’t bring me down.
He doesn’t come, growling with frustration as he witnesses how beautiful our girl is when she wants to be touched—to be loved —by me , not by him .
I bury my grin in Celia’s hair as she crashes against my chest. Her body is hot to the touch, and I crave every inch of her warm skin against mine. I wrap my arms around her and hold her close, reveling in the frantic drum of her heartbeat and the way her soft lips feel on my neck. I don’t want to ruin the moment, but holy fucking shit , this was worth the goddamn wait. I can’t stop smiling like some lucky idiot, and I close my eyes to revel in this perfect moment.
“Thank you,” Celia murmurs, wrapping her arms around my neck, “for everything. Tonight’s been…” Her lips curve into a small smile. “Good for me.”
The driver’s side door snaps open and slams back shut, my brother having seen enough.
And, honestly?
After all the bullshit he’s put Celia through, he can go jerk off his pathetic rage-boner over the side of a cliff.
Right now, in this perfect moment, Celia’s all mine.
I’m not wasting a damn second.