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“Don’t worry about me. Most of the time I can’t come anyway…”
His eyes widened and she looked away. What was she saying? “What the actual fuck?”
Chapter 5
What was it about Rebel, that had her blurting out things she hadn’t even confessed to her best friend? She would look in his eyes and all her walls fell. Talk about no filter. She shouldn’t be embarrassed. Not while she was still swallowing his cum. But dammit, being with him was like sitting in a confessional. “It’s nothing.”
“You tell me, you don’t get off. And you think that’s nothing?”
“Some women have a harder time. Nobody’s fault. Not when you have other things on your mind like grading papers and your friend’s cancer. A lot of stuff goes on in a woman’s mind, you know?”
“I don’t wanna make fun of you baby. But that’s fucking bullshit. I know there’s a lot of stuff going on in your mind. Nobody expects a smart classy lady to have an empty head.” He took her hand and lifted her to her feet. Wrapping his arms around her. Making it easier to hide her face in the crook of his neck. Seemed like he made everything easier. “But baby, if you have a tough time getting up the mountain. You need a man who’s willing to give you the push you need.”
Belle buried her face deeper in his neck. And let her words fall out, wrinkled and torn from her throat. “What if you don’t know what you need? What if you don’t know the type of push you want? Sometimes you’re stuck at the bottom of the mountain. Thinking I’ll never get all the way to the top. And I know it’s unrealistic and I know it’s fake, but I’ve seen all those movies when I was college student. Pornos where the girl is moaning in ecstasy and writhing in pleasure. I thought, wow I can’t wait for that to be me. She seemed so free, so loved. Then you think you have the right guy. You’re in love. Your guy is kind, and gentle, and caring. Everything you think you need.” She wrinkled her nose feeling like a fool. He didn’t want to hear all this crap.
But he pulled his head back to look at her face. His eyes reminding her of the lab she’d owned in high school. He would give her that same look with his black eyes. As if he was trying to figure her out with the cock of his head. Rebel cocked his head the same way. Giving her a quick smack on the lips. “Don’t shut down on me, sugar. Keep going. You share with me, and I’ll share with you. That’s the only way we’ll make this thing work.” His rough voice harsh with determination. “And we’re going to make this thing work. So keep going.”
She surfed her hand around his back. Enjoying the planes and surfaces of his chiseled muscles. “There isn’t much to say. Everything should have been perfect. We had sex. I thought there’d be fireworks. But not even a sparkler went off.” She sighed against his neck and nibbled down the pillar holding her face. “I would’ve been embarrassed, except he never even noticed. So, I played along. I figured it was because I was a virgin. No one enjoys their first time, right? And it did get better. Sometimes therewasa sparkler. Most times there was a birthday candle. And it was enough. When it was mixed with cuddles and sweet talk, and tender hand holds…”
“Tender hand holds? What the hell? There’s a lot of problems with that sugar. First, he should have noticed. And second, he should have continued working, until he got you there. You never leave a tattoo unfinished, or a woman unsatisfied.”
“Rebel, you can’t tell me that you’ve satisfied every woman you’ve ever been with. That’s impossible.”
He arched his brow. And if they weren’t having a serious conversation, she would have burst out laughing. He looked at her like she took his man card away. Lord save her from machismo. “If they weren’t satisfied it damn sure wasn’t because I gave up trying. But why are we sitting around talking? I can show you better than I can tell you. With a body like yours, with your curves, silky thighs, and pineapple breasts you were made for loving. Come here.”
Rebel towed her into his bedroom. She looked back at their clothes on the floor. Her safety shield. “Wait. Let me get my clothes.”
“Why? You won’t be needing them. If I had my way, you’d never need them again.”
His beautiful home inside a quiet neighborhood had been a surprise. Another surprise, his bed was made. One wall of his bedroom was a floor-to-ceiling bookcase. No game system, not even a TV in his room. The only electronic equipment was a high-tech-looking sound bar. He tuned it to play slow smokey r&b music. How did a biker know Luther Vandross? He played one of her favorite ballads. A song about longing for love. Waiting for love. Hoping for love. Surprise, after surprise, after surprise. Teaching her a lesson. The teacher learning about assumptions. “Turn around.” The command was another surprise. His voice taking control of her will. Stunning her into obedience. “Don’t move and don’t turn around.”
Another surprise, she obeyed. A drawer opened and closed. What was he doing? Her breath hitched and she gasped when he tied something around her eyes. “What are you doing?” She lifted her hands to touch the blindfold. “Ouch.”
“Keep your hands down. Don’t move.” The only thing touching her body was the heat from his. Rebel stood unmoving behind her. Her heart raced. Why wasn’t he moving? His breath blew the soft curls of her hair. Before it left her hair to skim along her earlobes. Blowing along the curve of her neck, she turned her head to the side to give him more access. He took a step back. His voice gravelly with harsh rebuke. “Don’t move. Don’t think. Just feel.” She stopped herself before she nodded. Could she nod?
He stepped closer. The heat from his body warming her again. His heat was the only thing touching her. Her heartbeat sped up, but her breathing slowed down. Her shoulders rising and falling with their heavy breaths. He resumed blowing on the side of her neck. The soft caress light as a feather and hot as a flame. He moved to the other side, blowing down the side of her neck again. Taking another step closer. Yes, there he was. The skin of his abs tucking into the curve of her back. The callouses on his hands chafed her skin. As he slid his hands along the sides of her arms. Each slide set off tiny fireflies fluttering her nerve endings. She opened her mouth to complain then hitched her breath. Afraid to disobey his command. “Good girl.” His husky whisper startling more fireflies along her limbs. Rebel’s palms reached around to hold her breasts. Weighing the heavy mounds in his hand. Pulling her back into his hard body. Letting his erection nestle between the globes of her butt.
His hands skimmed from her arms to her thighs around her belly and up to her breasts again. “I can’t believe you don’t have any tattoos. Your skin is so perfect. Unblemished. Flawless.” She heard the wicked grin whisper in her ear with warm puffs of air. “It’s like you’re a virgin. And I want to mark you up. Mark you as mine.” One hand slid down to her shoulder blade. Pushing her forward but holding her by the grip on her breasts. “This is where I would mark you.” He drew his fingers along the base of her neck. Take my gun and spray my name all over your back like I’m going to do with my cum. Was that his tongue? What was he doing? She felt the hot traces of liquid fire as he inscribed something from one shoulder to the other. Tracing above her shoulder blades. Yes, he was. He was writing something. “Rebel, that’s what it should say. Mark you as mine. Have to put it on your back so that you’ll have to lay on your chest while it healed. Every night your chest to mine. Your breasts burning into my body, until you felt what I felt. All night you’d lay on my body. In the morning I’d take care of your tat until it healed. I wish I could tat my name right here.” His palm cupped the curve of her ass. Each finger sending streaks of lightning arcing around to her throbbing center. “Do you know why I won’t tat you here?”
She shook her head. Pressing her weight onto the arm still harnessing her breasts. “Why?”
I wouldn’t be able to do this.” His free hand slapped down on her cheek. The sting adding more fire to the arc. Before he dropped down to kiss the sting away. “I need this always accessible. To my touch, to my caress… to my correction.” He kissed the mark still stinging from his smack before pushing her to the bed.
Wait, did he say correction? What the hell, had she gotten herself into? She didn’t know about that… His kiss turned from soft to nippy, making her jump. What was he saying?
“Focus.” He gave another bite. “I felt you slip away. Can’t have that. I’m not those other boys you were with. Say my name.” He growled.
“R R Rebel?”
“Say it like it belongs to you. Like you own it. Dammit.”
“Rebel.”
“Still a little soft, sugar. Let’s see if this helps.”
He pinched her clit. Drawing a mix of yelp and shout. “Rebel.”
“Better, much better.” He tugged down on her clit. Pulling the nub and mashing it like a sculptor working clay. Molding it to his whims. Making it his. Rebel propped her butt up with his palms. Then flattened her back. Her pussy twitching from the breezy new position. “Damn baby, you are so fucking fine. A damn masterpiece. I want to take a picture of this. I need to capture this moment before my memory ruins it.
