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."
That knowledge was empowering. "That's the first time I've ever, um, done something like that." As soon as the words were out I regretted the admission, but it was too late to take them back now. Besides, I wanted him to know the truth.
That he was my first and only.
He released a long growl, taking my shoulders into his hands and pulling me roughly against him. "What about your sweet little pussy? You play with yourself often?" I lowered my eyes. I couldn't stop my smile, even though I felt heat fill my cheeks. Rebel put a strong finger beneath my chin and forced me to meet his eyes. "Don't go all shy. You think I don't rub one off when I'm in need and there isn't a woman around?"
"I'm sure that's not very often."
"That might be true, but it's always nicer when it's someone you actually want."
What was he saying? I was too chicken to ask. How could I anyway, when his mouth was suddenly on mine? I opened to the thrust of his tongue instantly, eager to give him access. The feel of his hard, naked body against mine again after all these years was deliciously overwhelming. The fact that we were in the shower brought back memories of my first orgasm by his hands, and then later when he'd taken my virginity. I couldn't help but wonder if he'd thought about me at all during the last four years, because I'd thought of him, and often.
He was the kind of man who left a lasting impression.
His consuming kiss renewed my arousal, and passion exploded between us. I could feel Rebel's cock hardening against me, revealing that he was just as affected as I was. I was surprised when he pulled away, his was breathing hard.
I was breathing harder.
"I'm going to fuck you, angel. I'm going to pound my dick inside your wet cunt until you scream out my name and come so fucking hard." His dirty words turned me on. "Do you want that, baby?"
I didn't have to think about my answer. I wanted Rebel and all that that entailed. He'd been in my dreams for years. I'd come crying out his name many times late at night, when I'd been forced to use my dildo because the real thing hadn't been available. Whimpering with need, I could only nod, anticipating the kind of all-consuming rapture that only he could give me.
"Tell me what you want." His hand twisted in the wet strands of my hair and he pulled my head back, exposing my throat to his hungry mouth. "I want to hear the words, angel. I need to know that you want me to fuck you."
How could he not already know? I realized how much his filthy words had turned me on, and I wondered what hearing them from my mouth would do to him? I whimpered when his mouth grazed my throat in a series of gentle nips and spine-tingling sucks. My nipples scraped across his hard flesh, tingling with the contact. My pussy was pulsing.
"I want you to fuck me, Rebel," I finally said, giving him the words that he wanted. "I've waited four years to feel your cock inside me again, scratching the itch that you created. I want to feel your hot seed filling my pussy." I wasn’t sure where I’d found the courage to utter the words, but I was glad that I had.
He growled and bit down on my shoulder, sliding his hands around my body to cup my ass. "Fuck, baby." He ground his cock against me. "You're not going to be able to walk straight by the time I get done with you," he growled. "You on the pill? Because I want to fuck you bare."
I shivered with arousal. It hadn't mattered to him before, but then the situation between us had been very different back then. And I was on the pill now. "I'm on the pill."
"I always suit up, so I'm clean." How could he say that when he hadn't used a condom with me before? "You're the only woman I've fucked bare," he added as if reading my mind.
Oh, God, I didn't even want to try and figure out what that meant, but the knowledge did something wild inside of me. It made me feel that I had been different for him, and not just someone he had fucked for the sake of getting off. His confession gave me the confidence to act on the intense arousal that was flowing through my blood, and I reached up and grabbed him by the hair until our eyes met.
"Then fuck me now."
The animal sound of his feral growl echoed through my tiny bathroom, and Rebel's reaction was quick and brutal. First his hands squeezed my bottom, and then he was lifting me. I wrapped my legs around his waist at the same time that he buried his cock all the way inside me. There was no warning, just one, deep plunge that took my breath away. A long groan of pleasure erupted from me, in spite of the slight burn and tightness as he stretched me. I threw back my head and closed my eyes.
Bliss.
Total fucking bliss.
"Oh, God!"
"Fucking hell, you feel good wrapped around my dick," he snarled, pinning me against the wall and away from the spray of the water. "So fucking tight, angel."
He held still for a moment, but I could feel his cock moving on its own, pulsing and swelling like a great, threatening beast getting ready to conquer and ruin me. My nails raked down his back, feeling him stiffen against my assault.
He leaned back and captured my gaze. "Go ahead and tear me up with those claws, baby, because I'm going to fucking own your pussy." He pulled back slightly before slamming back in. I moaned, enjoying the slight roughness and jarring of my body. "Your hot, wet cunt has been on my mind, and I intend to get my fill while I'm here."
While he was here? I didn't like the sound of that, but I was feeling too much to analyze his words now. My body was alive with arousal and the pleasure that Rebel was giving me. My senses were exploding with emotions that could have overwhelmed me if I’d let them possess me. And I wanted to. Rebel's hands, mouth, and cock were wrecking sweet havoc on my body. He was claiming my soul.
"Don't hold back," I pleaded into his ear, biting down on the lobe.
"I don't want to hurt you," he rasped.
"You won't." I clenched around his cock, relishing in the shudder that moved through his strong body. "I need to feel . . .” It had been so long, and I'd dreamt of this moment since the last time I'd seen him. It was silly, I knew that, and I’d known that chances of us ever seeing each other again had been slim after I'd run away. I'd often wondered if he'd survived his days in the Red Devils.
"I need hard and fast," I demanded, meeting him thrust for thrust.
"Whatever you want, baby," Rebel growled, picking up speed.
He began to piston in and out of me with rapid precision, going deeper and deeper until the head of his cock hit a barrier. I scraped his scalp with my nails, twisting my hands in his hair, and tightening my walls around him when he was buried to the hilt. His sharp hiss was my reward.
"So fucking tight," he grumbled deeply, plowing through my pussy without mercy. He took a minute to run his mouth over my breasts, sucking and biting the quivering peaks before settling his hot mouth on my nipples. I cried out, thrusting my breasts out to him and rolling my head back onto my shoulders. "I could fucking spend all night with these tits," he grated around an erect nub. "So fucking tasty."
His hands tightened against my ass as he continued to pull me onto his cock. Each time, Rebel made sure to slide over my clit, the stimulation bringing me to the edge. I was going to orgasm any second, and it was going to be devastating. It would be a miracle if I survived the volcanic rush surging through my blood. The point of no return came when one of Rebel's fingers searched between my butt cheeks and breached the tiny hole of my rectum.
"Rebel‒" I sucked in my breath at the unexpected invasion.
He ignored the slight panic in my voice, pulling away from my breasts to look into my eyes. His face was taut with arousal, everything about his expression looked primal, almost feral. "Come on my dick, angel. I want to feel your cream flood around me." He began to wiggle his finger in my bum hole and I realized that he was inching in deeper. I clenched my nails into the flesh of his biceps, not caring that I was tearing his skin. His cock and finger began to thrust into my body in sync.
"Oh my God!" I screamed, and bucked wildly when my orgasm claimed me. The fullness in my pussy and the thick finger fucking my ass set off a series of breath-stealing convulsions that I couldn't hope to control. So many different emotions were running through me at the same time, I was feeling too much, too fast. I couldn't catch my breath, and Rebel kept on fucking me right through my orgasm, unconcerned with my plight. I was sure that I'd never feel anything else like it in my lifetime.
If I thought Rebel was going to give me time to come down, I was mistaken. He had no intention of stopping, in fact he sped up, and it was clear that he was chasing his own orgasm now. He crushed me against the tile, grunting with every thrust, his hands clenched into my bottom to keep me exactly where he wanted me.
"That's it, baby," he groaned when I squeezed my muscles around him. "Tighten those muscles around my dick." I reached around for his nipple, twisting it hard. That was all it took to send him over the edge. "Aaagghhh!" His whole body stiffened and he slammed into me one final time, coming hard. "Fuck! Fuck!" he chanted each time I felt his cock pulse deeply inside me.
The scent of sex surrounded us, something strong and arousing and totally pleasant. I lowered my trembling legs with a smile on my lips. I didn't regret what had just happened. Being with Rebel made me feel alive, and wanted, and there'd been something about him since the very beginning that had gotten to me on all levels. It had been more than just attraction, a mystery that I couldn't begin to understand. Love at first sight? No way. Probably lust at first sight was more like it, and the knowledge that what Wildman had demanded of us was going to happen, whether I'd wanted it to or not.
I'd decided back then to embrace the inevitable.
Better then dying a horrible death after being defiled by countless animals.
So what was happening now? Why had I so eagerly accepted Rebel back into my life? I didn't know what this meant between us, but the foolish, hopeful woman in me hoped that it was something more than just sex.
"That was fucking incredible, but don't read more into this than what it is."
Well, that certainly dashed my hopes in a cold and sobering way. I didn't even know how to respond to that.
"I'm a nomad, angel, I run solo. I don't do relationships."
I stiffened. The sensual cloud of orgasmic bliss that had been surrounding me suddenly felt like burning, acid rain, taking my breath away. The change in atmosphere was palpable, but I couldn't control how disappointed and angry I was growing at his insensitive words. He took a lot for granted, waltzing back into my life, taking over, reminding me of how good the sex was between us, and then basically saying that it had been nothing special to him. So what had it been for him? Had he just been scratching an itch?
Typical asshole.
I didn't wait for him to pull out of me. Planting my hands on his chest I gave him a strong shove. With a grunt he stumbled back, severing the connection between us in more ways than just the physical. I glared up into the face of his mild surprise. "Don't you think that’s something you should have made clear before you fucked me, that I was just scratching an itch for you?"
"I didn't say that."
"That's exactly what you said. You're an asshole, Rebel." Gritting my teeth, I stepped out of the shower. I was so mad that I was shaking with it. I ripped a towel off the rod and brought it around my body, leaving the bathroom as quickly as I could.