“Slow down. We’ve got the night.”
“I don’t want you changing your mind.”
“You sure?”
“I want this. With you. No one else.” Leaning forward I press my lips to his, tasting his tobacco and liquor deciding it’s my new favorite thing.
My bad ass biker squeezes my backside. “Then take these off, lover.”
I shimmy my jeans off my hips and down my thighs. With a little help from him, my denim goes sailing through the air, followed by his own. “Boxer briefs,” I note and straddle his crotch. Big and thick his cock grows harder when I grind against him. I should be nervous and maybe a little scared, but I’m not. I trust him. Whether he’s good or he’s bad, I know he’s meant to be mine. I don’t care what the consequences are. Life is a bitch and then you die. I’d rather have one night with him, one moment of happiness where I belong to James than be left with nothing at all. To be left with brutal memories and what ifs.
He cups me between my thighs. “Jesus, Lex. You’re fucking soaked.”
Rolling my hips, I press my body closer to his, wanting him to touch me there. Needing him to give me this one piece of him. To color my world with more than pain. To show me that when a man takes a woman it can be beautiful. That what we share, whatever our connection is...that he feels something for me.
“Gonna make you forget anyone ever touched you, but me.” Maybe it’s the liquor talking for him, but I don’t care. I’m getting my way. I know we’re being reckless and being with a man like him is dangerous for more than my heart. He’s a biker with the road name Murder, and he told me himself he’s used his hands to kill. The same fingers wrapped around my throat have taken a life, but he won’t hurt me.
Squeezing my throat, he gazes at me with such intensity. “So damn beautiful,” he whispers, his dark voice and lethal touch consuming me.
I suck two of his fingers into my mouth earning me a deep throaty growl.
“Gonna be the death of me, pretty girl. Fuckin’ ruining me.” He shoves me to my back and looms over me, spreading my legs wide, hooking those strong hands of a killer around the skimpy waistline of my panties. With little effort James rips the fabric clean off. Dipping his head, he presses his nose to my pussy and inhales my scent. Giving me a kiss there my filthy biker grins up at me from between my thighs. “Never tasted anything sweeter.”
My cheeks redden but its dark enough he can’t see or doesn’t notice. Eyes rolled to the ceiling, I grip the sheets and enjoy the ride. The wiry hairs of his beard tickling my thighs. The sweeping of his tongue against my sensitive skin. The firm hold of those rough hands on my hips. I take it all in. Taking the good he’s gifting me.
I need it.
I need him.
Ravishing my body with affection like I’ve never felt before, James doesn’t miss a beat, devouring me like his favorite dessert. The man has a way with his fingers and tongue. I can only imagine what else he can do.
I want it all.
I want him.
Under his touch, I unravel experiencing the greatest high as an orgasm rocks through me in heavy waves. Just when I think he’s going to stop he comes at me again, sucking my clit, and thrusting his fingers in and out me like a piston.
Trembling beneath him, I’m about to shatter into a million pieces. Back arching up, I tug on his dark hair, forcing his head up. “Take me, James. Make me yours.”
“You’ve been mine since the day I saw you in that little red bikini.” He slides up my body, planting kisses along the way, covering every bruise and bite with his own mark. Branding my body as his until he reaches my mouth and plunges his tongue between my lips tasting of my desire. One hand on my throat and the other on his cock, James holds my gaze. “So God damn pretty it hurts to look at you, Lex.” The head of thick erection kisses my pussy lips. Rubbing it back and forth he coats himself in my juices then lines up where I crave him the most.
I surge my hips up to meet his, forcing him deep inside as my body stretches to accommodate and accept the welcomed intrusion. “Fuck, baby.” His forehead drops to mine. His hot liquor and smoke tainted breath fanning over me. “So damn greedy and eager.” Lips crashing against mine, cock rooted in me, James makes love to me. I feel it and he does too. We’re tethered together for life. Us against the world. A world that will never understand the way I feel for him. How deep this love I’m feeling goes.
We’re one in the same him and I.
Misunderstood.
Unwanted.
We don’t belong anywhere but here.
His hard body melded to mine.
My damaged soul mating with his.
Two halves of one whole.
My motorcycle man.
His broken girl.
Slick with sweat our bodies rock moving together as though we’ve been through the motions a million times. Three small but powerful words hang on the tip of my tongue and die there. I know better. He can’t give me my unspoken prayer, but I want it anyway. That pretty fantasy where I’m his Old Lady and he’s my man. But outside of these walls it will never come to fruition. So for now I take what I can. A drunken mistake on his part, and a promise to love him forever tattooed on my heart.
We go at each other like savage beasts. Rolling around in the sheets, the headboard beating the wall, like it’s knocking on Heaven’s door or maybe the gates of Hell. There is nothing holy about our union. I know we are a million shades of fucked up and wrong, but
