Plugging It In(4)

       
        

Ruckus groaned in return, releasing her hair to grab at her jeans-clad arse. He hauled her harder to his body, moving his mouth to her throat.

"Bite it," she ordered on a shaky breath. "Leave a mark."

He did so, the potent request one she made often when they came together.

She arched against him, her nails-blunt but not bitten that way-scraping at his back.

Fresh pain licked through him, deliciously pleasurable and darkly addictive.

He sucked harder on her neck, scoring her flesh with his teeth this time.

"Ah yeah." She rolled her head to present him with more of her smooth neck.

He journeyed up to her ear, nipped at her earlobe, and then snagged his fist in the silken strands of her hair and yanked her head to the other side, capturing her throat with his mouth as he did so.

"Fuck, yes." She raked her hands over his hips, shifting her own away from his so she could close her fingers around his cock.

At the fierce pressure around his length, he captured her lips again, plundering her mouth with his tongue as she pumped her hand up and down his erection.

Pleasure crashed through him, raw and absolute. And with it came an image of Bran, on his knees, looking up at him as he slipped his favorite steel cock ring over Ruckus's-

Fuck.

With a growl, he tore his lips from RG's and, hands gripping her upper arms, stepped back from her body.

Her fingers tightened around his cock for a split second and then she released him, her expression as unreadable as her eyes.

"Problem?"

He sucked in a swift breath at her casual question.

"Yeah. I wasn't thinking of you just now."

He thought the truthful answer would destroy her. He didn't want to do that, but when it came to RG, it was honesty and nothing but. She'd told him her history, told him all about the emotionally manipulative alcoholic mother she had, the deadbeat father who'd abandoned her and her brother when they were young.

The shit she'd gone through, constantly being lied to by her mum as the despicable woman drank herself into an early grave and almost starved her children to death …

Above all else, RG valued honesty, and no matter the situation, he would give her honesty.

Standing motionless, he watched her face.

"Care to tell me who?" She closed the distance between them with a single graceful step.

"No." God, how the fuck did he explain Brannum West, the man he'd once loved, to the woman he feared he loved now? And how would she take it if he could?

She studied him. And then shrugged. "'K. It doesn't matter to me if it doesn't matter to you. I want one thing from you now, Ruckus, and one thing only. This." She closed her fingers around his dick and squeezed. "Inside me. It's why I came here." 

He stared into her eyes. His gut churned. His chest tightened.

Something he couldn't decipher flickered in her eyes and then she drew in a soft breath.

"Please?"

The uncertain request undid him.

He was a slave to her. Had been since the moment they'd first met. As much as he was to his desire for Bran.

Balling his fist in her hair, he yanked her to his body and took possession of her mouth.

*

RG disconnected her heart from the moment and surrendered control of her body.

The second his tongue swept over hers, she surrendered to the pleasure he wrought on her as well.

She worked his cock as he tore at her clothes and fucked her mouth with his. The button fly of her jeans resisted his efforts to release it and, with a snarl, he bunched his hands at the top of her waistband and yanked it apart, never relinquishing possession of her mouth as he did so.

She heard denim tearing. She heard metal buttons pinging against the tiled floor, and then she heard their mutual groans fill the room as he shoved his hand into her open jeans and buried a long finger into her sex.

The rough invasion flooded her with concentrated lust and she rolled her hips.

He knew what she ached for-his finger stroking against her G-spot. He always knew what she ached for-and delivered. She tore her mouth from his, needing to cry out in pleasure.

The raw sound reverberated around the bathroom, filling the air with an honest carnality.

RG scraped her nails over his shoulders, riding his thrusting finger and whimpering as he captured the side of her throat with his mouth.

She came, the force and abrupt speed of her orgasm ripping a choked groan from her. No. She didn't want it to be over yet. She wanted his cock pounding hard into her. She wanted-

Ruckus dropped to his knees and shoved her jeans down over her hips.

She wore no underpants; she rarely did. The second he exposed the smooth curve of her pussy to the room, he uncovered her clit with his thumbs and ran his tongue over the tiny nub.

"Holy crap." She grabbed the edge of the sink behind her as a fresh wave of pleasure made her knees tremble. "That's good."

He did it again, a low chuckle sending vibrations through her sex, adding to the wicked sensation pulsing through her already sensitive clit.

She gripped the sink harder, parting her thighs as much as her jeans-bunched around her knees-would allow.

Ruckus continued to lap at her clit, his tongue growing faster.

"Fuck, that's good." She shoved her hips forward. "That's so good."

He pulled away, grinning up at her. "Of course it is. Are you surprised?"

She shook her head, her breath ragged. "No."

He chuckled. "Question?"

"Shoot."

"If I were to cut these jeans off you, would you be pissed?"

RG's stomach fluttered. Her pussy throbbed with a base hunger. He kept a big-arse knife in the bathroom, one of the things that made him sexy as all hell and yet unnervingly mysterious. "Impatient, much?"

His grin turned predatory. "Hell, yeah."

Without breaking her stare, her whole body thrumming with an urgency that stole her breath, she raised an eyebrow. "Unlace me."

His nostrils flared. Something dark flickered in his eyes. And then, he lowered his attention to her knee-high Docs and undid them, sliding them from her feet when finished.

"Thank you." Grinning back at him, she slid her palms down the length of her thighs and inched her jeans free of her legs.

"Welcome," he answered, lips twitching. His cock, RG noticed with a tightening of her belly, was doing the same. On its tip sat a glistening bead of pre-come she desperately wanted to lick from his flesh.



       
         
       
        

Stepping out of her jeans, she wriggled her toes-still encased in her knee-high Doctor Who socks-against the cold tiled floor. "Want the socks to go? I'm partial to them as well, so I'd rather you not slice them from my legs."

He chuckled, slowly smoothing his hands up her legs as he straightened to his feet. "Oh no. The socks are staying. Everything else though … "

He grabbed the hem of her shirt and yanked it up over her head, leaving her naked, bar her socks.

She let out a laugh that was part surprise, part delight, her breasts growing round and heavy with anticipation. Her nipples pebbled, not from the bathroom's cool air, but from the desire in his eyes as he took in her newly revealed body.

"Better?" Tracing her fingertips over her left nipple, she gave him a questioning smile. Christ, she was horny.

He didn't answer. Instead, he closed the small distance between them, positioned himself between her thighs, and nudged her pussy with the tip of his erection.

She hissed in a breath, the slight penetration of his flesh into hers without a condom separating them sending a bolt of liquid electricity to her core.

Her pulse leapt into frantic life. Her belly tightened. Her breath grew shallow. They never fucked without a condom. Including it had become part of their foreplay. RG used an IUD and she trusted him implicitly, but a condom always made an appearance when they fucked.

Except this time. He was so close to penetrating her without it. So close …

His stare found hers. His warm breath fanned her lips. "Tell me to go get a rubber, RG, and I will." One hand smoothed up her side, over the swell of her breast, as his other hand roamed her hip, her butt, the back of her thigh. "Tell me to sink into your sweet pussy without one and I'll do that as well."

Throat thick, pulse pounding, RG curled her lips in a slow smile. "Sink into my sweet pussy without-"

He buried himself in her sex in one fluid stroke.

"Holy fuck," RG cried, throwing back her head.

He yanked her leg off the floor, withdrew a little, and slammed back into her, tugging her bent knee up to his side as he did so.

Concentrated pleasure consumed her, radiating from the deep stretching of her pussy by his shaft, through her body, up to her breasts. Her nipples turned to aching points, and she arched her spine, craving Ruckus's mouth or fingers on them.

As if hearing her thoughts, he dragged his hand from her rib cage and cupped her breast, kneading it in perfect harmony with his thrusts.

"Oh yeah … " She scraped her nails over his scalp, down the back of his neck and over his shoulder, rolling into his deepening penetrations. "That's so good." 

"Let's make it better," he rasped, before dipping his head to her breast and replacing his hand on her nipple with his mouth.

Pleasure crashed through RG again, hotter, more intense. Her head swam, each pounding stroke, every swipe of his tongue on her nipple, every pulsing suck on its point propelling her faster towards another climax.