Page 42 of Locke

He slowly continued to lick the remnants of the alcohol up my leg until he reached my widely spread thighs. The salt was there, I looked at him and back at my leg and I nearly shook my head.

Nearly.

I wasn’t a quitter, and I wouldn’t get all shy just because I was in a bar.

He palmed his crotch and bit his lip as he lowered his head. He took long, slow licks and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. With each tantalizing lick, I imagined him just moving his tongue centimeters to the apex of my thighs—to lick just where I wanted it.

He took a deep breath, inhaling my scent, and then with a low growl, he pressed his mouth against my panties, his tongue licking the outside of my underwear.

He. Did. Not!

My body curved, my back arching as I pressed my heated core towards his eager mouth. My hands tightly clutched the cool edge of the bar, the sound of the bustling crowd fading into adistant hum. A soft, not at all embarrassing moan escaped my lips, blending with the roughness of the bar. His firm grip on my thigh sent shivers over my skin, while his daring finger slipped beneath the fabric of my skirt, effortlessly tearing my delicate lace underwear. The touch of his skilled tongue danced over my pulsating nub, igniting every inch of my hypersensitive skin, and unleashing a torrent of pleasure that drove me to the brink of madness.

I was lost in the sensations, my body writhing under his skilled touch. I glanced over at my friends, wondering how they were taking this turn of events. But I was quickly lost in the rhythm of his tongue when I came crashing down in a mind-blowing orgasm.

The biker stood with remnants of my arousal on his lips. He licked it clean as the patrons of the bar passed around more beers, excited about the entertainment. As I was getting over my orgasmic haze, he stood up, his erection straining against the fabric of his jeans.

Shit, what the hell was that?

And can we do it again?

Without a word, he pressed his lips to mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth, tasting the sweetness of the lime I had held there earlier, along with my arousal. His hands gripped the back of my neck, pulling me closer to him as our tongues danced together.

As our kiss deepened, the man slowly made his way down my body, palming my backside. I could feel my body responding, my nipples hardening under his touch and my arousal building with each whisper of his breath.

The crowd was wild, cheering him on as he continued his lovemaking using his mouth and tongue. I was lost in the moment's ecstasy, my body writhing under his skilled touch.

I pushed him away, the heat of the moment being far too much. There were people here, and if he didn’t stop now, I’d probably fuck him on the bar.

“Too much, Princess?” He gave me a crooked smile that would have made my panties melt if I had some.

“Never,” I panted. “Just figured you might need a moment.”

He raised his eyebrow, then cupped my face and gazed at me like I was something precious, and not just a fuck buddy for the evening. It was a feeling I wasn’t sure I liked or not.

“Funny, you weren’t worried about me complaining when my head was between your thighs.”

My face heated and I pushed him away. “I was caught up in the moment! I never thought a man would ever do that in front of his friends.” I smiled.

“There are a lot of things I’ll do in front of people to show off my claim.” His face went dark. “And I mean a lot more.” The darkness from his face faded and he pretended to bite my shoulder as I laughed. “And—you should smile more. It suits you.”

I pushed down my skirt and threw a lock of hair over my shoulder. “Hey, don’t let this smile fool you. I can go from zero to fuck everybody up, real quick.”

“Princess, you are speaking my language. I like a woman with fire.”

“Funny, I thought you like women’s toes the best.”

The man pouted his lips and nodded. “Only certain toes, and let me tell you, you have perfect toes. I wouldn’t mind sucking on them later.” He wiggled his eyebrows, and I playfully shoved him again.

We both laughed, but our eyes never left each other. I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. He was dangerous, that much I knew. He had it written all over his face, the scars on hishands and his arms. He was trouble, but my body wasn’t getting the message.

When the silence became thick I realized this stranger had me completely under his spell. He was not only a master of pleasure, but also knew how to make me feel comfortable and desired.

Maybe it was the booze, or maybe I just needed a good time. But I needed something, and this guy was going to give it to me.

I grabbed his arm and pulled him closer, our bodies pressing against each other. “Take me to your bed,” I whispered, my voice breathy and husky.

He raised an eyebrow, a smirk on his face. “Are you sure you can handle this? I’m an animal in bed.” He laughed at his own joke.

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