Wild Card (North Ridge #1)

She smiles coyly. “I had a very long drive to plan exactly what I was going to do with you.”

I cock my brow at that. “I’d hate to borrow a line from Uncle Jesse, but…have mercy.”

I know that she’s putting up a front, that she’s taking on the sex kitten role because she doesn’t want things to get real, because there are so many variables and she holds so many answers I may not want to hear. But god, I want her. I want her so bad, I’ll let her do anything, be anyone.

“Mercy for the merciless,” she whispers against me.

I shiver, though so much heat is pumping through me. “Fucking hell. Get on the bed. Take off your damn clothes before I take them off for you.”

“Oh no,” she says, putting her hand on my chest and pushing me back. “You get on the bed. Take your cock out.”

I grin at her. “What?”

“You heard me,” she says, pushing me flat on my back. “Take that gorgeous cock out or I’ll take it out for you.”

“Is this a trick question?” I ask but I sit down and start undoing my belt buckle.

She stands in front of me and watches as I remove the belt with one quick snap. Then unzip my jeans, slowly taking my cock out of my briefs. She runs her nails over the hard planes of my stomach, my abs tensing from the abrasion, before she drops to her knees.

My cock juts straight up and I lean back on my elbow, not wanting to miss this view while my other hand sinks into her dark hair, wrapping the silky strands around my fingers.

She takes my length in her hand, and my blood pulses against her palm. The feeling is nearly too much to bear. Her mouth opens, those sweet lips sliding over the tip, pushing me into a flurry of lust that sends my eyes back into my skull. Fuck she’s good, better than I remembered, imagined, dreamed, sliding her tongue over the veins, over every hardened ridge, like she can’t get enough of me.

“Fuck,” I mutter, eyes pinched shut, pulling on her hair. “Don’t fucking stop, Rachel, don’t stop.”

She pulls her mouth off, a wet sucking sound, and I think for a terrible moment that she is stopping, and every part of me tenses in frustration. Then her hand comes down over my cock, sliding like silk, pulling back to the base until I think my head might explode. I jerk my hips up, craving release.

But she has more planned. She tugs down at my jeans and I lift up my hips so she can pull down my briefs. She lowers her head and slowly, gently takes my balls into her mouth, while stroking me off with her hand.

Good lord.

Even though we lost our virginity to each other, even though we experimented a lot when we were young, our sex drives have changed dramatically. Rachel used to approach sex with understandable apprehension, always shy and self-conscious. We made it about trust, we made it about love and it should always be about those things but damn. Now, she’s approaching sex with pure lust and desire. She knows what makes her come, knows what she wants and, more than that, knows what I want.

She’s a fucking genius at giving head.

I don’t want to come in her mouth though, not right now. I lift my head, trying to speak. My throat is so dry, my thoughts scrambled. Everything is being redirected to primal instinct, the drive to come and come as hard as I can, and it doesn’t help that I have this shadowy view of her head between my legs, tongue and lips sucking my thin skin until I don’t know where I am.

“I want to be inside you,” I manage to say, my tongue feeling heavy.

She shakes her head, the vibrations driving me mad. I grip her hair tighter. I want her to stop and I don’t at the same time, but she’s the one in control.

“Please, I need it,” I say, before I moan as another wave of pleasure robs me of speech.

She just pumps her fist harder, and I know I’m a goner if I don’t do something.

“Rachel,” I tell her gruffly, tugging on her hair until my cock falls away from her open mouth and she stares at me with hooded eyes. “Get fucking naked right now or else.”

Quickly, before I lose it, my body hair-trigger sensitive, I pull her down toward me, ripping off her dress while she undoes her bra, slips out of her panties.

She grabs my shoulders and climbs on me, straddling my waist. With one firm grip at my cock and the other at her hip, I slowly lower her on top of me, pushing my cock up and inside.

“Fuck,” I mutter, forcing myself to open my eyes and watch her expression when all I want to do is close my eyes and drown in this feeling.

So.

Fucking.

Good.

I tell her this.

I tell her how wet she is, how tight.

I tell her how much I’ve needed her, how hard I need to fuck her.

I won’t be able to get her out of my system but I don’t fucking care.

She starts riding me, her tits bouncing and god, I want to take them in my mouth.

And just like before, my own release is sneaking up on me.

Before I can get as carried away like I did when we were teenagers, I pull back and kiss and suck my way down her body. From her shoulder, across to the soft hollow of her throat, down between her breasts, my hand cupping them perfectly, one at a time. I love teasing around her nipples, love how she always arches her back, pushing her breasts up, so ravenous for my lips, for my touch. I like to prolong it as long as possible, doing long, circular laps with my tongue and then blowing lightly. I watch her skin erupt in shivers, her nipple becoming harder, darker, and it’s torture not to put it between my teeth and give it a sharp tug.

“Oh god,” she cries out, her hands running through my hair and pulling on the ends as she slides up and down my shaft.

“Tell me what you want.”

She grabs my head and places my lips on her nipple. “There. Make it hurt.”

I smile at her command and do as she says, nipping the hardened end and giving it a long, hard suck into my mouth. She yelps, then settles into a low, throaty groan, her vibrations rattling me to my very bones. The rigid ache of my cock is almost unbearable now, it’s all I can think about.

With borderline desperation, I quickly lift her off my cock and throw her back on the bed, then prowl over her like a beast, parting her legs. My fingers slide against her cleft, so hot and slick. I grab the base of my dick and straighten up, gripping her hips, pulling her toward me. Sitting back on my knees, I thrust into her, her legs spread wide.

She cries out, her eyes widening, but I can’t help it. She started it and there’s no time to do this gently. There is a fire raging inside me and she’s the only one who can put it out.

I take a firm grip of her thighs, my hands sinking into her soft, smooth flesh, and hold her legs back while I pull out then push myself in again. She’s watching my cock slide in and out of her, and I’m watching too, crazed by the raw, primal sight of our bodies giving each other pleasure and how we fit so perfectly. We’ve always fit, since the very start.

Fuck, I hope we always will.