Page 82 of The Rush


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And I almost let her.

But instead, she’s here, with thatI might not hate youlook in her eye feeding hope into the beating organ in my chest.

Hope for what, I’ve yet to figure out, but that sounds like a problem for tomorrow’s Fin to work through. Right now, I just want my hands on my girl.

“Cedar,” I half whisper as I trail my wandering thumb over the smooth skin of her leg, a smidge higher with each pass until the digit disappears beneath the stretchy denim.

“Fin,” she mocks with a deepened voice and a smirk. “Make your move, hotshot.”

Chuckling, I purse my lips. “Remember that you asked for it.”

I don’t wait for the rebuttal I see forming in that pretty little head to come out before I yank her body forward until there’s no space left between us and slam my lips to hers.

The motion jams my thumb farther up her shorts, the material cutting into the web between and instead of removing it, I feed my whole hand up the denim until the pad of my thumb strokes the space where her bare pussy meets her thigh in time to my tongue against hers.

I swallow down her groans when I edge closer to the place I know she wants me to touch, her skin like lava beneath my fingers.

Too hot to touch. Too pretty to look away.

I’m the dumb kid that always touched the stove anyway.

But none of that heat even comes close to Cedar’s when I slip the pad of my thumb between her slick pussy lips and her moan shoots down my throat.

She draws back on a gasp when I rotate over her clit, her head falling back and exposing that deliciously inked throat of hers that I don’t wait to dive in and taste.

Nips and licks up from the hollow of her throat to the base of her chin, her groans and whimpers fuel me to press harder on her clit, flipping the ring with each pass.

I know the metal tugs, possibly even stings if it’s anything like the one through my frenum.

But that’s part of the pleasure of having it.

Smirking when her back arches, I guide her back until Cedar is laid out across my bike with her head hanging over the handlebars and her back lands on the hand I use to cover the gas cap. “That’s it, sweet.”

“Mm,” Cedar moans into the night air, her dark hair spread all over as her hands find my knees and dig in. “Feels so good.”

“Fuck yes, you do, Cedar.” My jaw clenches when her throbbing clit feeds all the way back to my pulsing cock and sends waves of heated chills down my spine.

Cedar’s lips part on a gasp, her nails sinking into my skin through my pants when she arches up again, her hips moving in sync with my hand.

“Fin,” she whimpers.

“Right here, sweetness.” It comes out half growl and all gravel when I feel her tighten beneath my grip. “I know you’re close.”

“Yeah,” Cedar sighs up into the darkness, her chest heaving with each pass of my thumb over her. “Gonna.”

“Then cum, sweet. This one’s all for you.”

Like I pressed the button, flipped the switch, and plugged in the tree, Cedar’s arched back lifts up off the gas tank and she shatters in my grip with a cry of my name off of her thick lips. My cock pulses at the sight of her cumming on my bike with me between her legs and a sheen of sweat built up on her glowing skin. Her mouth is propped open with an almost silent groan and her grip flexes against my knee with each wave that slams her.

The only thing that would have made it better is if I’d been inside her to feel it.

“That’s it,” I soothe as she comes down to my slowing strokes over her slick clit. “Fucking beautiful.”

She groans when she finally goes limp beneath me, her orgasm running out until nothing but the aftershocks are left.

“Bet it tastes better than it did to watch.” Withdrawing my hand from her shorts, I raise the slicked calluses of my thumb to my lips and dart my tongue out when she lifts her head.

The taste, when it hits my tongue, is like a battery straight to my tastebuds, electric and tingly enough to have me shoving the digit between my lips to suck it clean.

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