Page 156 of Rush

Oh fuck—who knew he had this kinky side to him?

“Do you want me to put this in your ass, baby?” he asks, his tone teasing but heavy with intent.

Desire and apprehension war in my veins, but when his hand cups my jaw, steady and grounding. Broderick’s green eyes search mine, and I know I’m safe—safe enough to leap into the unknown, with him.

“Green.”

His grin deepens as he shifts lower, spreading my thighs delicately. The back of his hand drags up the tender inside of my leg, tracing higher until it brushes my center. I shudder. Then he presses the cool toy against my clit, gliding it up and down before circling lower, nudging at the tight entrance of my ass.

A gasp rips from my throat.

“Relax,” he murmurs. His voice is commanding, wrapped in comfort. Slowly, he presses the plug deeper. The stretch is foreign, strange, but not unwelcome.

“How’s that?” His eyes stay locked on mine, watching every twitch, every tremble.

“Good—green,” I say, breathless, allowing myself to settle around it.

“More?”

“Yes,” I moan, desperate.

He pushes until the base nestles flush against me, and a groan tears from my chest. His answering chuckle is low, and far too smug.

Broderick plants a soft kiss to my mound before his lips close hard around my clit, sucking, tongue flicking. The combined sensations—the fullness of the plug, the relentless heat of his mouth—threaten to undo me entirely.

He looks up at me through his lashes, his head buried between my thighs.

“More,” I cry, tugging at the restraints.

“Greedy girl,” he growls against me before sliding two fingers inside.

I whimper—still tender from this morning’s session, stretched and sore, but the mixture of sharp pain and dizzying pleasure is intoxicating, impossible to chase on my own. He knows exactly how to work my body.

“More,” I beg shamelessly. “You. I want your cock, Broderick—please.”

I watch him as he hums against my flesh, the sound shooting through me so violently I almost unravel then and there. His fingers curl deep inside, hitting the spot that makes stars explode behind my eyes.

Then—click.

The plug comes alive, vibrating inside me, and I scream his name as the pulsing overwhelms my senses. The taste of my orgasm just within reach rises fast, uncontrollable.

“Broderick—I’m going to come!”

He stops. Pulling out the plug along with him. The crescendo crashes into nothingness, leaving me writhing, empty, clawing at the edge of bliss I can’t reach.

My fingers dig into the silk fabric ties.

“No—no, please,” I whine, the denial sharper than pain. “Come back, don’t stop…” My voice cracks, broken with frustration, tears of need stinging my eyes. “Broderick.”

“You’re so cute when you beg, baby.” His mouth drags over the inside of my thigh, leaving heat in its wake. Then he pushes up, rising to his knees, bracing his hands on either side of me, caging me in.

I ache to touch him—to wrap my arms around his broad back, to feel the heavy weight of his body pressing mine into the mattress.

“Do you know how you drive me insane?” he murmurs, lips brushing a soft kiss against my collarbone.

God, I know. Because right now, he’s drivingmefucking insane.

“How you consume every thought in my head,” he continues, kissing the opposite shoulder, each word a caress, each kiss a brand.