Page 17 of Mile High With the Bikers
“That's nice,” I say with a sigh when we separate.
“Just nice?” He huffs a short laugh. “Fuck, I better step up my game.”
“No, I mean?—”
“Shh.” Looking me right in the eyes, he puts his two middle fingers in his mouth and makes them wet, before finally putting them where they belong, parting my folds and stroking thesensitive skin there. Not that he needed to, since I'm already so slick for him.
His fingertips drag over my clit, and I gasp, my fingers tightening uselessly against his chest. I arch into him as he leans in and captures my nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and making it tingle.
“Really nice?” I gasp.
“Really?” A sharp sting shoots from my nipple. He bit me! I squeal in surprise, but he kisses it better right away. A pulse of heat radiates south, down to deep in my belly. “Just really?”
I slide my fingers into his unruly hair. It’s short, but thick, and long enough for me to hold on to. Getting impatient, I urge him back to my breast, showing him exactly where I want his lips. Even his teeth. He laughs softly, his breath hot over my skin.
Meanwhile, his other hand stays on my pussy, stroking lightly, testing my responses until my hips start to move, asking for more. He slides his thick finger inside me, curling it to stroke and find out what I like. I suck harsh air between my teeth and tighten my grip on his hair as pure pleasure radiates from my core.
“Still just really nice?” His question comes out as a growl, threatening me to say it again.
“Really, really nice?” My words are cut short by his thumb trapping my clit under it, stroking the tender nub while his fingers slide in and out, fucking me slowly and driving me wild fast.
“Baby girl, I wasn't gonna force the issue, but you realize you're giving me no choice.”
I groan softly when he slides his fingers out, then louder in frustration when he doesn't put them back in. My hips follow after them, desperate for him to touch me again. “Don’t tease me.”
He laughs. “We're doing this my way.”
And then he climbs over me, settling himself between my thighs.
He's still got his shorts on, but his powerful body looming over me, his hands pressed into the pillow on either side of my head and the sleek, hard shape of his torso narrowing down to his hips, makes him one of the sexiest sights I've ever seen. “What are you going to do to me?” I whisper in nervous anticipation.
His answering grin is lopsided. “I'm gonna give you exactly what you fucking deserve.”
He sits back on his heels and hooks a hand under each of my knees, pushing them up and spreading them wide, opening me up fully to him. My instinct is to close my legs, not used to being seen like this. It leaves me stripped and bare. Vulnerable.
“Don't fucking try to hide. There isn’t an inch of you I don’t want to see.” He lowers himself as he lifts my hips, giving me a front row seat to the sight of his mouth hovering over my pussy and that soft tongue sliding through the center, right up to flick the tip over my clit. And the smile on his face when he looks up at me afterwards is the dirtiest thing I've seen in my life.
A moan catches in my throat as he does it again, the sinful pleasure intense enough to make my toes curl. I dig my fingers back into his hair, pressing his face into my pussy like I'm trying to drown him. God, it's so good. I'm torn between wanting to watch, and throwing my head back to just revel in the sensations. I end up doing a little of both.
Little sparks of electricity arc over my skin, leaving me tingling all over, and with every swipe of his clever tongue, a whole new wave surges over me. I've never felt anything so good.
“Hold yourself open for me.” The order is issued in a needy growl.
I'm way past trying to hide or even thinking about refusing. He can do whatever he wants as long as he keeps me feeling like this. I put my hands on his shoulders and press out to keep my thighs parted. The next time he dips his tongue inside, it’s followed by his thick thumb, sliding in all the way. My body tenses at the sensation, squeezing tight around him as my breath hitches.
“Fuck, I wanna feel that around my cock.” He slides his thumb back out to the tip, then right back in, all while his tongue rubs tight circles over my clit.
“Mmhmm,” I get out in a sort-of agreement. I'd like to feel myself around his cock too, but what he's doing right now is so magical, I don't want that to stop that either. I’m rolling my hips, burning up inside, coiling tighter and tighter. Ready to blow. When I finally manage to make real words, they come out in a strained whimper. “Don't stop. Please, don't stop.”
“You couldn't fucking stop me if you tried.” He twists his thumb as he thrusts, going faster while his tongue works me over. “Are you gonna come for me, baby? Those moans are like fucking music. So goddamn sexy.”
I don't have any words left. Just the sound of incoherent want as my body teeters on the edge.
“All over my fucking tongue, and then I'm gonna make you do it all over again. Think you can do that for me?”
I'll do anything he wants at this point.
He slides his free hand over my hip and ass, and then there's a finger touching me back there too, massaging in little circles without pushing in. Just spreading the pleasure until it’s hard to even tell what I’m feeling where.
