Page 31 of Ignition Rites

His fingers move faster and his mouth locks onto my clit, and that’s it. I grab his hair with both hands and come hard enough that my thighs clamp around his head, the orgasm hitting in waves that drag one sound after another out of me while I grind helplessly against his mouth.

Rafe doesn’t let up until I’m shaking, then slows, one final stroke followed by another, until I loosen my grip and realize I’m breathing like I ran here instead of riding on the back of a motorcycle.

His hands steady my hips while I move off him.

“Fuck,” I manage. “That was so good.”

“You’re telling me.” He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, looking entirely too satisfied with himself.

“You sly bastard. You sure know how to make a girl have a great time.”

“Oh, Lo baby.” He catches my waist and slides me down his torso until I’m straddling his hips, his cock hard and hot against the inside of my thigh. “We’re just getting started.”

I kiss him before he can say anything else, tasting myself on his mouth, and lick across his lower lip and then deeper when he opens for me. Rafe groans, his hands sliding down my back to grab my ass and pull me against him, his cock dragging between us until I reach down and wrap my hand around him.

His mouth breaks from mine.

“Oh.”

I drag him through the wetness between my thighs twice, and he exhales through his teeth.

“That what we’re doing?”

“I thought you liked experiences.”

His grin is immediate.

I line the head of him up against me. “This one’s an experience.”

Then I sink down slowly, stopping halfway when the stretch catches. Rafe’s hands settle on my hips without pushing.

“You good?”

“Yeah.”

I take the rest of him a little at a time until I’m sitting flush against him and both of us are breathing harder.

“Fuck, Lo.”

I shift experimentally, feel the way his body reacts beneath me, and repeat the movement until I find the angle I want.

“My turn,” I tell him. “Enjoy the ride. You know about those, don’t you, rebel?”

His eyes open. “Look at you stealing all my material.”

“Shut up.”

I rise and sink back down, finding the rhythm slowly enough to adjust to the fullness before letting myself move harder. Rafe’s hands slide up my waist to close around my breasts, and the little edge of pain goes straight through me when he squeezes.

“Oh, you like that.”

“Don’t get cocky.”

“Little late.”

I brace one hand against his chest and ride him faster, his cock hitting deeper at this angle so that every downward stroke pulls another sound out of me.

“Fuck. Lo. Yes, baby. Just like that.”