Page 102 of Rust or Ride


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I snuggle closer, sliding my arms around him until they’re caught between his warm, hard back and the soft fabric of the couch cushions. “Right here.” I rest my head on his shoulder.

He slides his hands up and down my back in a slow, soothing motion.

Awareness tingles over my skin. Pressed together so tight, it’s impossible not to feel his interest. I burrow into the crook of his neck and brush my lips against his pulse. He lets out a dreamy humming sort of sound that I answer with my own needy noise. I suck at the sensitive spot and he groans.

“Emily.” His hands stop at my bra clasp and he quickly works it loose. I sit up so I can let the bra slide down my arms and toss it aside.

He cups my breasts, lifting, bringing me closer to his mouth. He captures one nipple between his lips, licking, nibbling, and sucking hard.

I throw my head back but keep one hand wrapped around his bicep to anchor myself.

He sucks my other nipple into his mouth, teasing until I’m shaking and whimpering. My pulse pounds between my thighs and I spread my legs wider, rubbing myself against him. He groans and tightens his arm around my waist.

“Em.” His voice is a low growl. “Let’s move this upstairs.”

“I don’t think I can wait that long.” I roll my hips against him and he curses. The drawstring at my waist tightens as he tries to tug it loose.

I lean into him, rubbing my sensitive breasts against the soft material of his shirt, and fuse my lips to his. I lift myself enough for him to work my pants over my hips. His rough hand skims over my backside and gently squeezes.

“Emily.” He tears his mouth from mine. “I wanted to take my time. Worship you nice and slow.”

“We can do that later.” I wriggle out of his lap and shimmy my pants off the rest of the way. “I need to ride your cock.”

His gaze slides over my skin, hungry and hot. “Take those off,” he growls, hooking his fingers in my underwear.

I slip them down my legs while he slides down on the couch enough to work his jeans open. He yanks his wallet out of his pocket and finds a condom, quickly squeezing his hard length into it.

“Come here.” He clamps his hand over my hip, roughly guiding me to him. I don’t gracefully drape my leg over him. It’s more like I fall into his lap. I press one hand to his shoulder and lift myself, hovering over the tip of his cock.

“Emily?” He flicks his tortured gaze to mine.

I twitch my hips, teasing him again. This time he captures me with his hands at my waist. There’s no point to a battle. He’s stronger. He’ll easily win. But he holds me still, staring straight into my eyes.

“Are you fucking or teasing?” he asks.

“A little of both?” I raise my eyebrows.

He groans and slowly lifts his hips, while his hands dig into my sides, pulling me down.

“Oh God.” I squeeze my eyes shut. He feelssogood. Such sweet agony as I slowly slide down his length.

Almost too much. I lift myself slightly and his body stills.

“Don’t be shy. You can take it.” He gives me a crooked smile. “I know you can.”

“Why am I naked and you’re still dressed?” I tug on his shirt.

“You’re the one who couldn’t wait.” He leans forward slightly and I help him out of his shirt.

I wrap my arms around his neck, grabbing onto the back of the couch. “Don’t be so irresistible then.”

He chuckles, kisses my chin, and then my cheek. “You were desperate to ride my cock, so get to it, woman.”

He squeezes my hip with one hand and cups my breast with the other. Like he wants to touch me everywhere all at once. I run my hand over his chest, admiring his strength. “I’m the one who should be worshiping you,” I murmur.

“We can do that later.” He teases me with my earlier words.

I stop torturing us both and work my hips in slow circles, adjusting to the feel and fullness of him.

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