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“Is that what this is about? You think I have a problem with your size?”
“My size, my face, my profession. I’m sure I’m not the usual woman that you pick up in a bar.”
“Baby, you got to stop putting yourself down.”
“I’m not putting myself down. But I know who I am. I’ll never get picked to be on the cover of a magazine. I’m a regular ordinary girl. And you’re…” What was the point of this? She was already going home embarrassed. She didn’t need to go home in pieces.
“If nobody picks you for a magazine, then that’s the magazine’s problem. When I look at you all I see is curves like hills. And I want to coast up and down on them like I would on my bike. And oh yeah, hell yeah, I wanna take you on my bike. Let those thighs wrap around me, hugging me tight. Your breasts pressed into my back burning through my colors. I want to lean back and feel like I’m falling into softness. So yeah, I saw your curves when you walked in. All I could think about was how hot sex would be. How I could cover you and not worry about breaking you. You’d lean over me, your breasts teasing my mouth with generous mouthfuls. You’re my adolescent fantasy. Sure, magazine and tv try their best to convince men we want stick figures. But when you have your first wet dream, you’re thinking big boobs and asses. The bigger, the rounder, the better. Sugar, I don’t need to pretend to find your body fuckin hot as hell. Nothing wrong with your face. I wanna pull those lips into mine and mark them with my bite. I wanna see them wrap around my dick and suck. I want your chocolate brown eyes to melt when I drive into you. Your brown skin reminds me of caramel apples on a fall day. You have no fucking idea how much I love caramel apples.
She was the English teacher. But he was the one using language to break down her defenses. He had to be a writer. Damn, if her panties didn’t drop again. True, she had only been holding them in her loose grasp. But the panty drop was real. “I don’t know what to say. I don’t know how to respond.” She sighed. “I thought I was over it. But the last guy I was with, did a number on my head. Tried to kill my confidence. I wasn’t like this before. But now I can’t get his words out of my head. He cheated on me. And I took him back the first time.” She forced her fists to relax. “Only the first time. After the second time, he was gone. I’m not a damn fool. He was gone, but his words stayed.” She shook her head, blinking her eyes, and biting her lip to hold back her emotion. “I was the reason he cheated. I was the reason he needed someone else. He told me, he could barely get it up when I came around. But that he’d stayed with me because I was a nice person.” She shrugged. “Inside I knew he was full of shit. But he still got to me.”
“Look at me, baby.” Rebel started unbuckling his jeans. Sliding them down with his boxers. Have mercy. His dick was flawless. A beautiful, throbbing fantasy they should carve in marble. “This is what you do to me. I know he told you some bad shit. And I’m glad you didn’t tell me his fucking name ‘cause I wanna go in on him. But you have my dick hard as hell. It’s been like that since I saw you and it’s gonna be like that until you come over here and fucking relieve me.”
“I don’t know if I can.” Dammit, some tears slipped out anyway.
“Of course, you can. Only you can.” He closed the gulf between them and pulled her into his arms. Mopping her tears up with his thumbs. “Here, let me show you.” He murmured before plunging down to claim her kiss.
Chapter 4
Rebel dived into her mouth. Damn, it was better than he’d expected. Sweet. The caramel taste swept through his senses. It had to be because he’d mentioned it. Had to be some weird mind trick. But she tasted like caramel. Sweet, too sweet. The sugary taste filling his mouth. Making him hungry. Starving. He would never get enough to satiate this craving. He hated the dude who’d stolen her confidence. But if the asshole hadn’t shaken her, she wouldn’t be here. And Rebel would have been just another man worshiping the goddess from the base of a mountain. He groaned. Belle licked her tongue into his mouth. Pursuing him across the bridge of their lips when he’d pulled back. She wasn’t ready to let him go. Good, ‘cause he wasn’t going anywhere. He angled his face to nibble on her lips. Ignoring her protests. Taking his sugar wherever he wanted. Sugar. Sweet. There were no other words to describe her taste. And she was his. She didn’t know it yet. She still thought this was one night. A chance to build her confidence up. Before taking herself off to another man. Hell, the fuck no.
He growled. “No one else.” His eyes flared, probably scaring the shit out of her. His face could go from pretty boy to biker hard. He’d seen the same reaction from dumb assess who thought they could challenge the soft guy in the group. Singling him out, until they saw the change. There was a reason why he didn’t have any marks scarring his face. She’d underestimated him too. Thinking he was a lightweight good time. And he had been, but those days were over. Way before he met her, he’d figured something better had to be out there. Something real. Now every cell in his body shouted, this is it. This is the real, we’ve been looking for. If he hadn’t found her, who knows how much longer he would have hung around. But dammit he’d found her, and he was fucking keeping her. “Nobody else. This is not a one-night stand. Say it.”
Belle’s breath hitched. The warm puff brushed his lips. The glaze in her eyes clearing when she took in his stony face. Yep, he was scaring her, but this was important. “Huh? I don’t understand.”
“Don’t need to. Just repeat it. This is not a one-night stand.”
Her eyes plumbed the depths of his. Diving deeper than the barriers he’d erected around his heart. A fucking mermaid delving down to the treasured rock no other woman had reached. And taking the rock to claim it. Breaking it open and holding his heart. In her hands, in her eyes. Her gaze blurred again. And her voice shook a bit but… “This is not a one-night stand.” Her gentle murmur freed his heart.
He should have been on his knees, with flowers and candles. And a ring box. But hell, this would have to do. Rebel already fucking knew she’d have him on his knees soon and often. He swooped down to kiss her again. She won his heart with her bravery. But he got the prize. He wanted to jump up and down and do a last play of the game touchdown victory dance. But for now, a kiss would do.
“I’m so fucking glad you’re not a virgin.”
Her brow furrowed. He bet she’d never heard that line before. She wrinkled her nose. “Why?”
“Because I can drill my dick in hard and fast. Slamming so far inside you, it would hurt to leave.” Rebel swallowed down the pursed “oh” she made with her lips. Diving back in for a taste of her caramelized sugar. Holding her head steady by digging his fingers into the tight curls falling to her shoulders. She moaned and he craved more.
“Oh God. Feels so good.”
“I know sugar.” He traced his lips down the side of her neck sucking the strength of her graceful column. He wanted to leave a trail of hickies like mile markers on the open road. Letting everyone know he’d been here. And dammit she had a man up the road. Never far. He’d never be too far from her again. She thought he didn’t like her profession. But he didn’t care if she worked or what she did. He had enough to provide for them. And he knew how to get more. Money was never his issue. But being a teacher held him back from leaving the deep red marks he wanted. He wouldn’t ever put her in a position to be disrespected. He knew what he would have said if his teacher had shown up with big fucking hickies all over her neck. Letting everyone know what she’d been doing over the long weekend. He dropped his kisses below her collar bone. Sucking his way down. Shit every part of her was a golden sweet treat. And he needed more. “Did you mean what you said about up against a wall? ‘Cause, that’s where we’re headed?”
“Um, oh.”
She wasn’t much on chatter. He loved that. Or maybe she was just too overwhelmed to get her words out. Hell, he loved that even more. Her lips rounded again when he pulled his shirt off. Her eyes coasted the hills and valleys of his six-pack. He wanted to puff his chest out and preen like a peacock when her eyes heated, and her nostrils flared. His lady liked what she saw. A lot of women had liked it in the past too. But hell, she was the one who counted. He arched his brow and waited for her to reciprocate. It took her a minute to ride her eyes back up to his. Her appreciation making him harder than chrome. Her brow furrowed and damn he wanted to trace his tongue between the groves. “Your top sugar.”
“Oh.” His new favorite word. Every time she said it her lips pursed like a sign saying insert penis here. An appeal he wouldn’t be able to resist much longer.
She stepped back and pulled her top up, one slow inch at a time. Her shyness turning the simple act into a striptease. A bolder woman would have ripped it off. But she turned the simple act into the dance of seven veils. Revealing only small strips of her chocolate skin at a time. She was a wonder. Look out seven wonders of the world because now there was an eighth. When she stood before him in her naked glory, he wanted to fall down in adoration and worship her.
He dropped to his knees with his blasphemy. He’d beg God to forgive him later. The balls of her ass curled into the mitt of his big hands like pieces of a puzzle. Perfect fit. He pulled her into his face. His height positioned him between two choices. Reach up to own her breasts or dip down to steal some syrup. But was there any choice? He had to know if her pussy tasted as good as her mouth. His hands protested when he made them carve a space for him between her thighs. Widening them like the jaws of life. As soon as she was open enough his hands raced back to her ass cheeks. Leaving his face to finish the job. But all jobs weren’t work. Some jobs were pure pleasure. He used his tongue to open her folds. Nibbling on her clean-shaven lips. He’d be there the next time she shaved. He wanted to see. No. Fuck that. He wanted to care for her himself. He would be the one supplying any care her sweet pussy needed from now on. She moaned another “oh”. Jumping as if a live wire touched her when he sucked her clit into his mouth. Working it like a caramel chew in his mouth. Stealing her juices and sucking them down. No, her pussy wasn’t as sweet as the mouth above. It was sweeter. Damn, he worked weekends, but he’d have to call off tomorrow. He was already addicted, and he couldn’t move too far from his stash. She moaned again and dammit he missed another “oh”.
He stood up and brought his mouth back to hers. Mingling her juices with his kiss before holding her shoulders and asking. “Kiss me.” He pushed her to her knees. As gentle as possible when his body was on fire, needing her. Her eyes flared before she gave a quick nod and slid her ass down one slow inch at a time. Taking her time, like she’d done when she’d taken off the top. Maybe she wasn’t shy. Maybe she was a well-skilled torturer. Her lips stopped to trace every seam on his washboard. Spending extra time kissing and sucking his nipples. Was she torturing him with nipple play because he’d neglected hers? Sorry sugar, but don’t worry they’ll get plenty of action later.
His body flinched when his dick bumped her chin. If it was as heavy and as hard as it felt, it would have cracked her jaw, but she never wavered. Taking the base in her firm grasp and kissing the mushroom head. Her mouth chewing on his sponge tip like he’d played with her clit. Hungrily chewing until he gripped the back of her head to slide more of his dick into the mouth. Praying that she wouldn’t protest. What the fuck did he do that for? No fucking way would he last when she sucked him into her mouth and used her tongue to pull on him. Sucking as far down to the base as she could. Then pulling back to the tip before sucking down again. Shit. Now he was the one moaning “oh”. “Look at me.” He groaned all wuss-like. But he couldn’t fucking help it. He wanted those eyes on him. The wide almond shape holding him. He wanted their connection from head to toe. And she gave it to him. Did she feel it too? She had to fucking feel it too. She sucked him again with another long pull. Holding him in her mouth and letting him thrust back and forth. He tried to be gentle, but his hips and dick had a mind of their own. Battering her. The entire time she never complained, and her eyes never blinked. Fuck. Shit, he had to stop now, or he’d cum down her throat and choke her with it.
“Okay, sugar. Okay. Oh.” He groaned. And started pulling out. “I’m going to come.” His legs locked, and it took gargantuan strength to force himself back, but she didn’t release. No, she chased him. Sucking him back into her mouth. “Sweetheart stop. I’m going to come.” Her eyes held his and sucked him harder. “Shit,” he needed to pull out. He wanted to respect her. She wasn’t just some damn blow job in the middle of his living room. She meant more than that. But he couldn’t escape her pulling mouth or the hands working the base of his dick and holding his balls. His fucking legs wouldn’t move anyway. His legs thrust faster and faster and his ass cheeks clenched harder than helmets. And fuck it, why was he protesting anyway? He lost the power to withdraw. The power to move, the power to do anything other than feel. And then he was coming. Like ocean water bursting through a dam during a hurricane. Coming and coming and she never wavered. Never blinked and that made him come more. Then she swallowed. Gave his dick another soft pull that elicited another wuss-like “oh”. Before she allowed him to withdraw. He dropped down to his knees before her. It was either drop down or collapse onto her. He had no strength left.
“Sorry, Sugar. I’m usually more in control. But hell you. You did something to me. I couldn’t hold back. But don’t worry you’re next. I promise. Give me a few minutes to get back on the bike and then we’ll take off together. I got you.” He was panting and his words didn’t make sense. He hoped like hell she understood because he didn’t have the strength to try again. Between his heavy breathing, and his dick trying to come back to life, he almost missed her whisper.
