The Rebel - Raleigh Ruebins Page 0,89

and I didn’t know if it was from what I’d said or from him sinking further onto me. My cock throbbed and in another minute, I let out a surprised sound as I felt him push all the way down to the base.

The hint of a smile appeared on his lips, like he had finally gotten what he was waiting for. “You feel so fucking good,” he said, shaking his head gently.

“Speak for yourself,” I said, shifting slightly forward on the couch, letting my cock slide just a millimeter deeper in. He took in a sharp breath of air, resting his arms on my shoulders.

His eyes were smoldering in a way I always seemed to forget they could. That smolder was what had made me feel like I needed him so badly back in the day, and fuck if it didn’t make me feel just as drawn to him now.

I felt like I would do anything for him when he looked at me like that. Especially when he was sitting on my dick, telling me exactly how good it felt.

“Anyway,” he said, still resting there for a moment, “you’re just saying all that stuff about me coming to the bar because you’re inside me.”

“Wrong,” I said, bucking my hips just a little. It made him gasp, almost inaudibly. I fixed my eyes on his parted lips, looking at their glossy sheen.

“I’m not wrong,” he said, moving his own hips slightly, starting to pump on my cock.

“You really do still love to challenge me, don’t you?” I said.

“What are you gonna do about it?”

Fire ripped through my chest. It was desire so strong it could light up a city, but also a sense of playfulness—something I really hadn’t felt since I’d last been with Liam. Sex with him was never a boring, rote means to an end. It was a push and pull, a constant vying for control in the best way possible.

We both wanted to be able to make each other feel incredible, to one-up each other in how amazing we could make the other one feel. And that was the best kind of challenge I could fucking think of.

I gripped his hips in my hands as I thrust upward, driving my cock deep inside him. His hiss quickly turned into a moan as he leaned forward against my body, his forehead pressing up against mine.

“That’s what I’m gonna do about it,” I murmured.

“Well you better not stop,” he said, his voice both combative and breathless at the same time.

“I think about it all the time,” I uttered as I slowly started to buck my hips in a steady rhythm. “Think about what would have happened if you’d never had the balls to come find me. If… if I’d never gotten to see you again.”

“You wouldn’t have to deal with my chaotic ass again,” he said.

“You’re not chaotic, you’re passionate,” I said. “And as for your ass…”

I smacked his ass as I thrust into him. “Fuck yes,” he murmured, leaning forward again and crushing his lips against mine. I opened my mouth, sliding my tongue along his. He was gaining more confidence now, unafraid to move more quickly. He was still tight as a damn vise around me, but he’d passed the point where there was any pain.

I let him thrust up and down on top of me, our lips parting but our mouths staying close. I let him take control for that moment, coaxing my cock like he wanted to claim every last drop of cum I had inside me.

“God, I fucking missed this,” I said.

“Fuck, Red,” he said, his voice more broken than before. He glanced down and I followed his gaze, seeing that his own cock had been leaking precum. Quite a fucking bit of it.

“Look at you,” I said lovingly, bringing one finger to the tip of his cock and swirling it.

“Red, you have no idea—”

“I think I might have an idea. Just a little bit of an idea.”

He pulled in air through his teeth, his cock bobbing under my finger. “You have no idea how sensitive I am right now, for fuck’s sake, I could come in two seconds flat—”

“Good,” I uttered, wrapping my fist around his cock as I bucked my hips upward.

“Jesus,” he whispered, his body going slack as I stroked him inside and out.

“You can take it,” I said, my voice low and deep. “I know you can.”

“I need you,” he said. “I need you more than anything. You know that, right?”

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