Chapter 25
Ginger
Ohmygod, I ached!
Round two had eventually turned into rounds three, four, and five. Rebel's stamina was unbelievable, but I couldn't complain. He'd worshiped every inch of my body by the time we were done, and it had amazed me that the fifth time we'd fucked had been just as intense and satisfying as the first. He knew how to play my body, and I'd learned the hardness of his, had sought out and found his pleasure points.
I stretched, moaned, and realized that Rebel was still lying next to me. I looked over to see that he was facing me, a serene look on his sleeping face, a stark contrast to what I was used to seeing most of the time. I let my gaze roam down his thickly corded neck, his broad shoulders and chest, and finally, his washboard abs. He was beautiful to look at. The sheet covering his lower body prevented me from seeing more, but I already knew every inch of him. He hadn't been the only one who'd claimed every inch when we'd fucked during the night.
I realized that I cared for him, maybe a little too much. He was a nomad, and I knew exactly what that meant. In spite of what he'd said, I knew not to get my hopes up. Whatever he decided to do with his life, I knew that I was going to end up hurt. Men like him lived in the moment, they rarely thought about their future because life for them could be over in a heartbeat. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder what a future with Rebel would be like.
Movement drew my gaze back to the sheet to see it tenting. A little smile spread across my lips. Morning wood? I turned toward him, smoothing my hand down his chest and abs to the edge of the sheet. My eyes remained on his face, looking for the slightest change in his expression to reveal that he wasn't sleeping as deeply as I thought he was. So far there was no reaction to my light caress. I inched my hand beneath the sheet to his erection. By now his cock was standing up proudly and throbbing with a life of its own.
My breathing sounded more like panting as I curled my hand around his shaft, feeling the scorching heat coming off of it. Still, nothing from Rebel to indicate that he was aware of what I was doing. I frowned, wondering how he could remain unaffected. Well, that was about to change. I moved the sheet away and shifted my way down to his groin. I couldn't help taking in the strong, throbbing beauty of his cock, marveling at how long and thick it was, but my interest was in the large, mushroom-shaped head, and the cum that was gathered in the slit.
Just waiting for my mouth.
I leaned forward and swallowed Rebel's impressive cock, moaning low with pleasure. A hand immediately fell to my head, clutching a handful of hair.
"Christ, I've been waiting for you to finally put your mouth on me." His tone was early morning hoarse, and thick with arousal.
He'd been awake the whole time! I smiled around his shaft, sticking my tongue into the slit to lick up the beaded cum. "Swallow me deep, baby," he rasped, pushing his hips up. The move forced more of his cock into my mouth until he was jabbing the back of my throat. "That's it, angel. Now use those throat muscles to fuck me."
I knew what he wanted. I swallowed which closed my throat tighter around his cock and drew a low groan from Rebel. His hand tightened in my hair, making my scalp tingle.
"Fuck, baby," he groaned, holding me in place.
As he guided my movements up and down his shaft I worked the part of his cock that wouldn't fit into my mouth with my hand. I also took the time to cup and caress his heavy balls. His groans revealed his pleasure, and gave me encouragement.
"Put your mouth on my balls," he commanded hoarsely.
With pleasure! I complied without hesitation, taking his balls into my mouth and gently rolling them around before letting them slip out so I could lick them with my tongue. The quivering of his thighs, his grunts, all turned me on, and I felt my pussy juicing. After giving plenty of attention to his balls and the root of his cock, I moved to take him into my mouth again.
"No!" he barked, catching me by surprise. The hand in my hair forced me to move up his body. "I want your ass this time." He stared with intensity into my eyes, searching for my reaction.
He'd mentioned fucking me in the ass before, and he'd spent a lot of time playing with it and fingering me during the night. I wasn't opposed to Rebel fucking me there. I was curious, and a little frightened, but I knew that he'd never do anything to hurt me.
"You ready for that?" he asked. "Ready for me to bury my dick in your ass?"
"Yes!" I hissed, his words turning me on. I felt a warm flush escape my pussy. "Fuck me in the ass, Rebel."
"Michael," he encouraged. "When we're like this, I want to hear my real name on your lips."
I smiled. "Take me in the ass, Michael."
That seemed to set him off. A growl escaped him as he pulled me up to cover my lips with his. It was a rough and needy kiss, fueling the arousal that was already surging in our blood. I could sense the barely controlled passion thrumming through his large frame. I barely had time to get over his rough possession of my mouth when I was flipped onto my belly and Rebel moved behind me. His harsh breathing seemed overloud in the room. I shivered wildly when his hands went to my hips and he pulled me up until my ass was in the air.
I tensed and cried out when I felt his teeth sink into one cheek. It didn't hurt, but sent a pleasant tingle straight to my pussy.
"You have a beautiful ass, angel." He kissed and nipped me several times as he caressed and squeezed both cheeks with his hands. "I can't wait to claim you here."
I couldn't help but twitch in response to what he was doing to me. The slight pain that he inflicted quickly morphed into a kind of pleasure I'd never felt before. My pussy was dripping, my clit throbbing. I felt infused with heat that seemed to radiate from my core. Rebel seemed determined to take his pleasure slowly, and that was fine by me, because the anticipation added to mine. As his teeth lightly nipped around my puckered anus, the surprise of his tongue entering me undid me.
"Michael!" I cried out, jerking forward, only to have his hands yank me back into place. I closed my eyes as unimaginable bliss traveled through my electrified body.
I began to pant heavily, my whole body quivering beneath his powerful hands. He continued to thrust his tongue into me, and then replaced it with his finger while his other hand moved to my pussy. Holy shit, this was turning into more than I could take. There were too many breathtaking sensations overtaking my senses to cope with at once. Was there such a thing as too much pleasure? I opened my mind and my body to embrace them all.
"You're soaked for me, baby," Rebel said in a satisfied voice as his finger sliced through my sensitive folds.
He ran his finger through my slit from the back to the front, before he settled on torturing my swollen clit. I didn't realize how close I was to coming until he touched me there, rubbing his finger in a circular motion, and giving it a sharp pinch.
"I'm going to come!" I gasped with surprise.
And he let me. Burying his fingers deep inside me, he used his thumb to send me over the edge. I jerked wildly beneath him, letting my intense orgasm rush through my body in jerky, gratifying waves. Nothing equaled the pleasure of coming, that extreme surge that began somewhere deep in your core and seemed to release all the tension gripping your body, finally leaving you breathless on a gentle wave.
I soon realized there'd been a reason for Rebel letting me come. He gathered the thick wetness inside my body and brought it to my anus, coating the area and hole with it. Then I felt two fingers slide inside me, scissoring the opening to prepare me for his cock. I was still twitching and coming down from orgasmic bliss, which kept me from panicking when I sensed that it was time. Sure enough, as I knelt before him, panting, I felt the head of his cock at the entrance.
"You sure, baby?" he asked tenderly, and in a tone that relieved me because it showed that he cared. He would stop if I said no. I trusted him.
"Yes, I'm sure, Michael." I thrust my ass back at him. "Fuck me, please!"
He released a deep breath and grunted. I felt the head of his cock slip inside my rectum with an ease that surprised me. It hurt at first, but as soon as it breached the tight ring of muscles the sting went away, followed by the need for me to clench and take more of him.
"You let me know if I'm hurting you," Rebel demanded. I knew that he was aware that he wasn't a small man. I could hear the strain in his voice. It was costing him to not slide completely inside. I wiggled my butt and thrust back, taking the control from him. "Fuck, angel!" He shot forward, and suddenly he was buried to the hilt.
We both groaned loudly and stilled for a moment. I felt stretched to the limit, the slight burn of his penetration gradually dimming as my body adjusted to his girth.
"You hug my dick good and tight, baby." I felt his cock throbbing inside me. "I won't move until you tell me to."
I inhaled several deep breaths, relaxing my body into acceptance of having his huge cock in my ass. It didn't take long before I demanded, "Fuck me, Michael, please!"
Rebel began moving, keeping his strokes slow and easy. Each time he was seated deep I clenched around him, causing him to dig his fingers into my hips.
"Keep that up and it will be over before it begins," he said in a mildly irritated tone. "I want to enjoy this as long as I can. And no one--" He leaned over me and put his mouth against my ear, "no one but me gets inside this ass, you got that?"
I acknowledged with a breathless sound and a nod.
"The words, Ginger." He was serious. "No one fucks you in the ass. No one fucks you, ever. You're mine, baby."
I liked the sound of that. "No one, Michael, no one fucks me ever." I was eager to give into him. He was the only man I wanted.
"That's right, baby. You're mine until I'm done with you," he rasped, beginning to pick up speed. For a split second he became rigid, as if he knew that he'd said something wrong, but he didn't let up.
His last words were like a bucket of cold water thrown into my face. My eyes snapped open. I wondered if he had any idea of how clearly his words spelled out the probability of us not having a future together. I didn't stop him. In spite of his hurtful comment, I couldn't deny the mind-numbing pleasure that permeated my whole body and senses.
My soul.
I realized then that I'd never be able to deny him.
I sensed that he was close. His balls slapped against me with every hard thrust. He was breathing heavily. One of the hands at my hips shifted between us to my pussy. His fingers knew what to do to make me come. Rebel wasted no time in flicking my clit as he pumped his cock into my ass. My moans mingled with his grunts, and then we were exploding against each other, peaking and crashing back to earth as waves of release demanded all control.
"Aaaggghhh!" Rebel grunted, holding me tightly in the cradle of his convulsing hips. I felt his cock jerk inside me, spilling his seed. His hot breath bathed the back of my neck where he rested slightly. "Fuck, angel," he panted, his hips still moving. "You're something, you know that?"
He almost made it sound as if he'd never felt this way before, but I knew better. I collapsed onto the bed, enjoying the orgasmic ecstasy that always followed a good orgasm. Rebel was good at giving them, I couldn't complain there. He was a generous lover. Of course, I had nothing to compare it to, but intuition told me it was so. He was certainly setting up the next man for failure.
Would there be other men?
I couldn't see it.
Unless he walked away.
Crushing me.
A soft breath escaped me when I felt his lips kiss the back of my shoulder, and then he was shifting off of me and rolling onto his back. He pulled me against him, and something about the silence that followed prompted me to glance up at him.
His gaze captured mine. "I fucked up." I remained quiet, waiting for him to continue. "I didn't mean what I said."
My brows rose. "You need to be more specific," I said, not wanting to assume anything.
He released a breath. "When I said that no one would fuck you until I was done with you, baby--I'll never be done with you. I don't know why I said it."
It took effort to remain calm. I needed to hear more before I got my hopes up. "Maybe deep down it's what you believe."
He shook his head rigorously. "No. Trust me, it's not." He began running his hands through my hair. "I want you, angel. I shouldn't. I'm not a good man. I've done things." His eyes turned stormy, and I got the impression that he was suddenly miles away, seeing something that I couldn't. Finally he said, "I've done things that could land me in prison for a long time."
"Have you hurt women or children?" He shook his head. "Have you hurt animals?" He grinned at that, but gave a negative head shake. "Have you hurt or killed anyone who didn't deserve it?"
Again, he indicated no. "That doesn't mean I wouldn't go to prison for it." He stared deeply into my eyes. "I won't change my life, angel. It's all I know. I'm comfortable with it. I like what I do, and I make a good living at it."
I was trying to understand why he was telling me these things. "What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that if you're with me, that's what you get." His tone was firm.
"If I'm with you? As in boyfriend and girlfriend?" God, it sounded juvenile even to my ears.
Rebel laughed softly. "We won't be going steady, but yes, if that's what you want to call it," he teased. He cleared his throat, but it sounded more like a grunt. "Let me make this as clear and simple as I can, baby--I want you, only you, and I have from the very beginning. I'd like to see where this goes, between us. I have the cash to buy a house‒"
My eyes grew round. This was far more than I'd expected, and the excitement blossoming inside of me threatened to explode. "You want us to live together?"
"Yeah, I want you where I can keep my eyes on you. I want to keep you safe. I want to take care of you, baby. You can still keep your job if you want."
Ohmygod! I was shocked into silence. This was the last thing I'd expected from Rebel. And then it hit me--he really did want me, and not just for sex. He wanted to take care of me. I'd never had anyone take care of me before, other than my parents. I could only blink up at him, trying to digest what he'd been saying, trying not to break down in happy tears, but I could feel my eyes swelling and burning and I knew that it was just a matter of time.
"You okay, baby? You're quiet. You don't want the same thing?"
Was that concern in his voice? I knew it was a mistake the second I opened my mouth. "I . . . You . . . We . . . I‒" I closed my mouth and swallowed, hoping that the next time I opened my mouth a complete sentence would fall out. Rebel was watching me closely, a crooked grin on his sensual mouth. I took a breath. "Yes. I do want the same thing. I just never thought that you would. I know what a nomad does, how they live."
"I'll still be a nomad, angel. I won't change the way I live. I'll be gone on jobs a lot. One job gone badly could be the end of everything. Can you accept that?"
I could accept almost anything except one thing. "Will there be other women?"
"No." The fact that he didn't hesitate told me that I could believe him. "No other women for me. You're the only one I want."
Happy beyond belief, I climbed up onto him and gave him a long kiss. His arms automatically closed around me, crushing me against him. I could feel the lust renewing between us, but neither of us made a move to carry it any further. Our kiss was consuming, and scorching hot. Rebel wasted no time in parting my lips and attacking my tongue with his. Our naked bodies were flush. I was aware of every one of Rebel's hot, hard muscles against me, aware that his hands had moved to my butt and were squeezing the mounds vigorously.
When we came apart I laid my head down against his shoulder. "I need to go to the hospital," I murmured after a while, thinking about Della. I hoped that she’d had a good night.
"I'll drop you off."
"You have another job already?" I frowned, lifting my head slightly to meet his eyes.
"No. I thought I'd meet with a realtor to see about that house."
Oh. The thought of playing house with Rebel made me feel warm and content inside.
Life was about to get interesting!