Bad Boy Rebel (Salma Rebels Book 1)

by Skye Darrel

  “You know why? Because he’s been waiting for you. He fucking knew you were out there, and he waited. And now you’re here. You think this pussy is yours, but it belongs to me now. You’ll get on my cock like a good girl and cum for me. You’re gonna cum your heart out tonight.”

  She licks her upper lip. The strap of her dress has slid down, baring her shoulder, and I kiss that shoulder until she moans and shakes.

  I pull off her panties and lick the wet smear on the inside before I set them on the hood.

  Her face glows. “You’re so dirty.”

  “Hush. You’re a dirty little girl and I’ll make you a woman.”

  She gasps, frowns, pouts again. “I can’t believe you just said that.”

  Me neither, but I’m beyond restraint now. Her pussy glistens, the swollen pink folds smooth and delicate under my touch. I coat my fingers in her juices before I pry her legs wide apart, and her opening is so tight it barely shows.

  My cock is roaring to claim her. I work on the buckle of my belt and she sits up to help, but I push her down again, gently, with my hand on her neck.

  “Let me,” I say.

  Natalie gulps.

  I free my cock and stroke urgently to ease the pressure that’s been building all night. I could cum right now just looking at her. She watches me, her hips squirming over the hood. I roll her clit under my fingers and observe the tiny tremors in her face, the twists of pleasure as her feet kick out and her hands scrabble over black metal.

  She lets out a squeal that’s sexy as hell.

  I have to jerk my cock with my free hand to relieve the ache. Cum leaks out of me in thick strands as I strum her clit faster and her juices flow all over my fingers, and then I press the pad of my thumb on her tender bud, rubbing it without mercy.

  “Asher!”

  I grit my teeth. “That’s it, I want to see how wet your pussy gets.”

  Her moans turn to cries and she bites her fist, those eyes pleading with me to stop and never stop.

  I want to take her inside the building. No one else needs to see how beautiful she is. She’s mine and mine alone, just like I’m hers for fucking eternity. But I can’t leave my princess in distress. I’ll take her edge off first.

  “You ready for my cock?” I growl.

  She whimpers a yes.

  “You’re going to cum for me first, doll face. I want your honey all over my tongue. I want to drink your sweet cunt before I fuck you.”

  I swipe my thumb back and forth over her clit as I push two fingers into her pussy and feel her lips flutter. The slick flesh of her channel is burning hot. I sink to my knees, bring my face to her sopping entrance, and suckle that swollen morsel above her slit. Her scent smothers me and I bury my mouth in her heat.

  She rips at my hair, holding me down, her body shaking as her pussy grinds on my mouth. She arches and screams, drenching me in her sweet release. She tastes even better after orgasm, and I’m slurping at her hole like a wolf dying of thirst.

  Her legs kick out. “Oh God.”

  I stand up and stroke my hard cock. My balls boil with cum meant only for one woman and the lightest touch will set me off. I can’t pull my eyes away from her lush body and ripe tits and her pussy dripping with juice.

  Bending down, I suck her tongue into my mouth. When I pull back her lips are wet with her own desire, and it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

  She pushes up on elbows, a sheen of sweat on her face. The night is humid and so are we. “What are you waiting for?” she whispers.

  “Nothing,” I growl.

  I kiss her into a pile of mush.

  Her little clit pokes out for attention and she squeals when I tap it. I can’t wait any longer, if I don’t cum now, my balls will burst. I’ll just relieve myself before I carry her inside.

  I press the head of my cock against her clit, and cum shoots out of me in thick spurts to splash her folds, so much that Natalie’s eyes go huge. My climax lasts for seconds, my dick jerking in my fist with the force of my cum.

  “Is it supposed to be like that?” she says adorably.

  “It’s you,” I growl. “You do that to me. Where’s your room?”

  “Loft above the bar.”

  She yelps when I scoot her into my arms.

  “My notebook!”

  Holding her tightly, not even bothering with my cock still hanging out, I kneel so she can pick up her notebook wrapped in my shirt.

  “Don’t forget your panties, Princess.”

  She scoffs and gets them too.

  I carry her into Goldilocks through the back door and stomp up the staircase to the second floor. Her loft room is clean and tidy but small.

  I set her down on the narrow bed and rake a hand through my hair.

  Watching me, Natalie bites her lip.

  Seeing her is all it takes to get me hard again, and the scent of her pussy goes from my nose straight to my cock. I climb into bed, caging her down.

  “I’m going to bottom out in you, doll face. I’m going to put my whole cock in you and I want you to feel all of me.”

  “It won’t fit,” she whispers with a naughty glint in her eyes.

  I stroke her cheek with the back of my hand. “Then we’ll have to stretch your little pussy, won’t we?”

  16

  Staking Mine

  Natalie

  I lie in bed spread out like a limp starfish. I have no idea what I’m doing. He peppers me with kisses, my chin, cheeks, nose and forehead. He’s worse than Hansel.

  I’m nervous.

  “You’re beautiful,” he groans between kisses.

  I peek at his rugged physique, the hard lines between those thick muscles cutting down to his hips in a vee. His jeans are unbuttoned. I’ve seen him shirtless so many times before, but this is the first time I have a good look at what’s below his waist. The view makes me clench everywhere.

  Then I notice a silvery scar in his right hip.

  “How’d you get that?” I say.

  Asher follows my eyes. “Shrapnel wound from Afghanistan. A grenade.”

  “Did it hurt?”

  “Probably. I don’t remember. We—my fireteam—were busy with other things. Adrenaline numbs pain.” His voice trails off.

  I run my thumb over the smooth scar and Asher groans.

  “Does it still hurt?”

  “No. Just you touching me gets me going.” But he makes no move, even though his body is more than ready.

  “What are you thinking about?” I whisper.

  “I’m thinking I don’t deserve you. I’m thinking a fucked-up guy like me shouldn’t even be in the same room as you.”

  “I want you, Asher.”

  “Not everything we want is good for us.”

  He says that, but his cock curves up running with veins, the ruddy tip moist with cum. I think about the way he’d pressed himself to my clit, and buzzing warmth pools between my thighs. The air’s cooler indoors but still feels too thick to breathe.

  I want him.

  I want to feel his strength and share his sadness. He’s the first person I’ve met who believed in me, and whatever he’s done in the past, I don’t believe that changes who he is today.

  I tug on the top of his jeans, hoping he’ll get the signal and give me what I want.

  Doubt flits across those deep eyes, his expression so torn it makes me hurt. I almost think he doesn’t want me anymore when he seizes my arms by the wrists and pins them to the bed. Eyes blazing, he gets off the bed and takes off the jeans before he straddles me again, and without clothes on he looks even bigger.

  Harder.

  A wild man.

  My belly tightens. How can this not hurt?

  He lowers his mouth to my wetness, gentler than before, and lightning streaks up my spine. If it’s possible to fall in love with a man’s tongue, this comes close.

  “You like that, doll face?”

  “Don’t stop,” I moan

  Then he climbs up the b
ed, his body commanding, and I feel his erection nestling between my folds as his mouth glides over my neck to a final hard kiss on my lips.

  “Don’t shut your eyes,” he growls. “Look at me.”

  I struggle to keep my eyes open, my heart skipping faster as he splits my pussy with his thick cock. The hot pinch makes me gasp before he swallows my whimpers.

  “Oh.”

  “Such a good girl,” he says in that dirty voice I’ve come to love.

  I brace against his chest and roll my hips to meet the deepening thrust. His whole length sinks into me as dizzying jolts shoot up my spine, tongues of heat licking through my belly, sparks dancing in my vision. The head of his cock touches a place deep inside that takes my breath away, and I clamp my knees around his waist, toes curling into knots. I’ve never felt closer to anyone.

  “Your pussy is so tight,” he groans. “You’re killing me, baby.”

  We’re lathered in sweat, writhing together as the mattress creaks.

  “You’re killing me,” I gasp. The sensation of his thick cock dragging on my walls, pressing different spots, makes me shudder with hot chills.

  “Kill me more, doll face. I’m not stopping until I cum in your little hole.” He moves faster, pumping in my channel as the room fills with suckling wet squishes. The air smells of sex and the coppery scent of my virginity.

  His cock never stops, never pauses.

  I spiral toward madness. “Oh God.”

  My pleasure builds to the urgent thrusts. He’s so attuned to my body, keeping me right at the edge, grinding slower when he feels me quicken, and faster when I ebb. He makes me ride a high I can’t go over and it’s the most intense bliss I’ve ever felt.

  “That’s it,” he pants in my ear. “Show me how greedy your pussy is.”

  I dig my fingers into his back, feeling his muscles shift. “Please,” I beg.

  “Please what, little girl?”

  I can’t take this much longer. “Please let me cum.”

  He leans back, and I mumble a complaint at the loss of his packed chest on my breasts. My gaze follows his hand as it travels below.

  “Don’t look down,” he says. “Keep your eyes on me.”

  I feel the tips of his fingers dancing over my clit as my body clenches tighter than ever. “Asher!”

  “Easy, doll face. Just like that. Feel good? You’re so sticky down here.”

  I’m still embarrassed at how blunt he is, at my own reaction. I’d always thought I would be the very image of modesty my first time, but modesty has gone out the window.

  Asher drives his cock while he rubs my clit, sucking on my breasts in between plunges. My moans get louder, my legs sliding against his sides, and I’m hurtling toward the edge.

  “Yes,” I moan.

  He ruts harder, turning into a complete animal in the best way. Our bodies collide again and again. He fills me with long, deep strokes, his huge cock squelching in and out to a furious tempo.

  I cling to his shoulders as my walls ripple and I scream out my climax. I see the flash in his eyes, feel the sudden jerk of his cock and the blast of wet heat.

  Pleasure slams through me like a truck as we thrash together in the damp sheets. Asher groans, his arms looped around my shoulders, and his kiss is desperate and hot.

  A long time passes before either of us can speak.

  He frames my head in firm hands. “I love you,” he says.

  I can’t begin to process my feelings, but mostly, I feel giddy. “Yeah you do, don’t you?”

  “Damn straight. Love your pussy too.”

  A giggle leaves me before I smack his jaw. “Watch it.”

  My tummy grumbles. I guess that cheesecake has burned off.

  “You hungry?” he says.

  “Maaaybe.”

  “C’mon, I’ll make you something in the kitchen.”

  “Juno won’t mind?”

  “I’ll tell her it was for you, she won’t mind. That woman adores you, doll face. But not nearly as much as I do.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  A short while later, we’re in the kitchen downstairs behind the bar. Asher cooks up a huge burger for me on the griddle. Give this man a slab of beef and he’ll perform miracles. For dessert, he brings out a bowl of fruit salad from the industrial fridge.

  We go to the bar, where I take a stool. Asher stands behind the counter and pours himself a glass of wine. He watches me eat, those intense eyes a smoky haze of blue in the dim lights.

  Shirtless as ever.

  His thick hair is a sexy mess, and the intricate tattoos lacing his shoulders and pecs add to the effect of a bad, bad man, but he’s a freaking work of art.

  I can’t help admiring the rugged beauty of him.

  A decent chef to boot.

  He smirks at my expression. “What’s the matter, doll face? You want another go?”

  “Uh, no. I’m a little tender, thank you.” I feel sweetly achy down there. I’m sure I’ll be sore in the morning.

  “Why don’t you hop up on the bar and let me take a look.” He chomps his teeth together. “I can soothe your little pussy.”

  “Asher!”

  He kisses my fingers instead. I take the glass from his hand and take a sip, the taste of his mouth washing down with the heady wine.

  Asher glances at the jukebox. “Care to dance, Ms. Whipple?”

  “Now?”

  “People usually dance at these occasions.”

  “Before they get in bed.” I stick my tongue out at him. “You big brute.”

  He pulls me across the counter for another kiss. “I’m a bad man, doll face.”

  “Yes. Yes, you are.”

  The texture of his tattoos catches my eye again. I was never a big fan of tattooed boys, but like the rest of him, Asher’s tattoos are different than anything else I’ve seen. They’re well-done, but they don’t seem to be something he paid money for. They have a roughness to them. Especially the savage skull on his left chest.

  “So, Mr. Wade, is there any reason you like skulls?”

  His smile falls away. Bending over the bar, he takes my hand and puts it on that skull. “This is called a jolly roger, Natalie. Skulls and crossbones. Many operators have them.”

  “Operators?”

  “Special forces. Guys in my old unit had them done. It symbolizes death.”

  “Death,” I repeat the word in a tiny voice.

  “The bringer of death,” Asher says gently.

  “And the dragon on your arm?”

  “The dragon follows no rules. He goes where he wishes, vanquishing foes and protecting friends, righting wrongs wherever they be found. The dragon knows neither fear nor fatigue, and only wisdom tempers his fury. This also describes my old unit.” Asher smirks. “And myself on a good day.”

  “What was your unit?”

  “Can’t tell you. Classified.”

  “What, seriously?”

  “Seriously. SEALs can write books, we can’t. I doubt any of us would want to.”

  I see some old pain in his eyes. I’m afraid to ask. “Was your brother in the same unit?”

  He shakes his head. “Eugene was regular Army, an infantry captain. He played peacekeeper in Afghanistan. He followed all the rules just like he did when we grew up. He died following the rules.”

  Asher looks away, and when he speaks again, his voice has a robotic quality. “Captain Wade was killed in action while escorting a supply convoy in Kandahar Province. Men, who appeared to be unarmed, approached the vehicles under his command at a roadblock. The men were insurgents in disguise. My brother could’ve fired on them, but he didn’t, was worried they might be civies. They got close enough to take him out. Him and his driver.” Asher grits his teeth. “That’s what the Army’s report said.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “When I enlisted, I made sure I’d end up in Kandahar, and special operations was the way to go. I did not go there to keep the peace.”

  I put my fork down, remember
ing everything Juno had shared with me. He’d gone there for revenge. The joy I’ve been feeling all evening starts to fade. “What did you do?”

  “What I did doesn’t matter now. While I was doing it, Resnik murdered my sister. That’s what matters now.”

  But what he did matters, I think to myself.

  It matters to me.

  I wake up the next morning hungover. It’s not just the strong wine. Last night, after I’d finished my burger, we went back to my room and snuggled in bed until I drifted to sleep. Asher’s big body barely fit the bed, but we made it work.

  I woke up once in the middle of the night because he held me too tight.

  He has nightmares.

  Bad ones. In the darkness I could see his features clinched, his eyes flitting under the lids.

  There’s no sign of it now though.

  He’s already up, and I don’t just mean awake. Face to face, I feel his cock nudging my hip under the covers.

  “Morning, doll face.”

  “Happy Friday,” I say with a smile. Even his morning breath smells good, faintly of grapes.

  The tip of his finger teases over my pussy lips. “I’m tempted to spend all day exploring this. Very tempted.”

  Noises drift up from the bar downstairs. Juno must be in already. “We should get going, Asher. I’ve got a house to sell, and you . . . have your investigation.”

  “Good point,” he says with a sigh.

  The shower down the hall is too small to fit the both of us, so I go in first, while he stands outside butt naked whistling a tune with his cock fully erect. When I get out he’s still at it.

  “You’re ridiculous,” I murmur. “Doesn’t it hurt? I mean . . . do you want me to . . .” I feel ridiculous for even asking.

  He puts a finger on my mouth, rubbing the soreness between my legs with his other hand. “I can take care of myself. I’ll be thinking about you when I do it.”

  My face flames. “Okay, well, hurry up.”

  While I dry my hair, Asher showers, and I hear him making funny sounds behind the glass. I try to ignore it. He comes out of the shower dripping. Finally soft. Still he holds me against the sink for a while, nuzzling my neck, stroking my hair.