“Honey, you’re nineteen. You’re not a miracle worker. I can get myself off if need be. You’ve just got to get me close.”
He shakes his head slowly, his eyes dancing. “I may be young, but I know my way around the female body, Rebel. I promise you that.”
“Oh. Okay,” I tease and nod. “Whatever lies you need to tell yourself to protect your—”
His hand comes out, grips the back of my neck, and hauls me forward so fast, I barely have time to brace myself for impact. My chest doesn’t even touch his before Rocco’s lips are on mine, consuming every ounce of me.
Holy moly.
He moves me as if I weigh nothing, and I immediately turn into a pile of horny goo right there in his grip.
Before I can catch my bearings, his other hand meets the one already on me, cupping my face.
He kisses me harder, taking my mouth wet and fast, along with my breath.
I tilt my head, opening my mouth, giving him everything I have and wanting him to take it. My knees wobble, but I stay standing because he’s holding me to his body, my face in his hands, keeping me that way.
He pulls away and I think the kiss is over, but he stares at me for a second, our mouths barely touching, and I see it.
The lust.
The want.
The need.
It burns bright, and the look is unmistakable.
I stare back, the same feelings no doubt showing in my eyes as we soak each other in.
Before I can process the craziness of the situation, his lips come back down on mine, crushing and brutal but so freaking sexy, my entire body tingles and lights up.
Rocco doesn’t kiss like a boy.
No. No.
He manhandles me in the perfect way that would make any girl beg for more, and I’m not immune.
He talks a big game, but he has the moves and the lips to back up every single promising word.
And I know one thing—I want more.
My arm snakes around his shoulders, gripping on to him in case he tries to let me go. I fear if he did, I would crumple to the ground at his feet, nothing but a pile of hormones.
Damn. I hate that he was right. I hate that I’ve wanted him from the moment I saw him, but now…now, I want him even more.
Everything falls away as he kisses me, possessing my mouth. All the animals moving through the forest around the cabin seem to vanish. The sun is no longer blinding as he gives me shelter with his body. But the heat never wanes, only intensifying as it comes off him in waves, permeating my body.
He doesn’t let up or let go, his hands only tightening around my face but still somehow gentle. There is no escape, no respite, no moving out of his orbit, as I have been captured from the moment his lips hit mine.
I know then, as he pulls away and I am left panting… Rocco Caldo will be more trouble than I bargained for.
2
Rocco
Carmello bangs on the bedroom door, not understanding boundaries. “You two done in there?”
“No,” Rebel moans as I double down on my efforts to make her come again.
My face is planted between her legs. Her fingers are tangled in my hair. She holds me there like I am going to go somewhere, which I’m not, even if the place burns down around us.
“A little bit more. Just a little bit…” she breathes, coming out as almost a whisper.
She arches her back as her thighs clamp down around my head, and her fingers pull at my hair, lifting it from the scalp.
The chick is mint. And when I say mint, I mean fucking mint.
She’s sassy as hell with a bangin’-ass body that would drive any man insane. Her sexual appetite rivals mine, and in the last twenty-four hours, we’ve barely left the bedroom.
I don’t care that I can’t breathe with my face buried in her pussy, suffocating the life out of me.
Her moans grow louder the harder I suck. She bucks, nearly convulsing through the orgasm, pussy contracting around my fingers like a vise.
Hell yeah, baby, you like that.
I love a woman who voices her pleasure, letting me know when I hit all the right spots.
The other chicks I’ve been with have always been so quiet, more worried about being embarrassed than letting me know where and how they need to be pleased.
But that isn’t Rebel.
She’s loud as fuck.
She doesn’t know how to be quiet in the sack, and if a man has failed to get her off in the past or the future, he is a fucking moron and can’t take a cue to save his life.
She could have blown the windows out of the room when I pounded into her so hard I thought I’d thrown my hip out of joint. But nothing will stop me until she is left a quivering mess.
“Boy,” my ass.
She discounted my skills and abilities because of my age, thinking I was too young to please her greedy pussy.
I want her to remember me for the rest of her life. Every man who touches her afterward will be compared to me even if she won’t admit those words to my face. My goal is to ruin her and leave a lasting memory.
I lift my face from between her thighs as soon as her legs fall away, collapsing against the mattress like the rest of her body.
“Jesus,” she mutters, resting her hand over her very naked and ample breasts. “I need to catch my breath.”
I smile, staring up the length of her, loving all the dips and swells of her female body. She is exquisite in the low light, her skin covered with a layer of sweat only an orgasm can cause.
“Another?” I ask, my fingers still buried deep inside her, feeling every aftershock rock her core.
“No. No,” she rasps, swallowing and squeezing her eyes shut. “I couldn’t.”
“Sugar, you could. I’d make sure of it.”
Rebel lifts up on her elbows and gawks at me, breathing fast. “Who are you?”
“Your biggest fantasy.” I waggle my eyebrows, smiling at her.
She shakes her head, her cheeks pink. “Or my biggest mistake.”
I raise an eyebrow and start to move my fingers ever so slightly, pulling them out and pushing them back in, careful to rub against her G-spot. “The best mistake of your life, Reb. Any other man ever made your toes curl like that?”
She tips her face upward toward the ceiling, exposing her throat, and she moans, bearing down on my fingers.
I don’t care what comes out of her mouth or how much she wants to deny what we have, the chemistry between us. I know she wants me, and even after this weekend, she won’t have her fill.
I keep working her, two fingers inside until she’s fucking my hand, driving herself back up and doing nothing to alleviate the wood I’m sporting.
I can’t walk out of this room until I’ve buried my cock deep inside her, letting out all my pent-up energy so I won’t be walking funny all night.
She hisses as I pull out my fingers, leaving her wanting and empty. But I rectify the situation quickly, grabbing her by the ankles and flipping her over in one swift move.
I find her waist with my hands, hoisting her hips in the air and giving me the most beautiful view and perfect angle.
She turns her head, gazing at me over her shoulder as I run one hand down her spine and over the swell of her ass.
“Fuck me,” she whispers, panting, full of need. “Hard, baby. I want it hard.”
My cock jerks, liking her words and sick of waiting. I reach over, grabbing a condom, and tear it open with my teeth.