Page 18 of Mile High With the Bikers
I can't hold back any longer. “Yessssssss,” I hiss, just as I explode.
He groans as I grab his hair with one hand, twisting my fingers tight, but doesn’t let up for even a second. My legs tremble as I scream out my orgasm. My stomach is doing somersaults and I feel lightheaded. I had no idea it was possible to come that hard. I'm gripping his shoulder so hard I might leave bruises.
It's not until I finally start to come down, my head falling back and my stomach slowly relaxing that I realize he's moved. When I open my eyes, he's up on his knees between my thighs, his briefs gone and his thick cock hard, covered and ready. He's lightly stroking himself and his lust-darkened eyes watch me with pure want. “If this is too much, fucking tell me now.”
Stop? I've never felt so ready for anything in my life. I'm still catching my breath, but I slide my hands up his sides and wrap a calf around the back of his thigh to guide him home.
“Fuck yes,” he hisses, then presses the thick tip of his steel bar of a cock against my pussy. He slides it around in my wetness, coating himself with my juices before he settles it right at my entrance. Then he pushes.
A moan rips through me as every ridge, every vein, every pulse of blood pumping his length fills me completely. He hooks my bent leg over his shoulder and captures my wrists, pinning them tothe mattress. I’m spread open and trapped. Owned. His six-pack stomach flexes and relaxes with his heated breaths.
“I'm gonna fuck you until you can't fucking walk,” he growls.
“Prove it,” I whisper between sharp breaths, excited and scared, all at once.
Drawing back, he pulls out slowly before driving back in in one long stroke until his balls rest on my ass. What little breath I've got is forced right out of me in a surprised grunt. My fingers clench into fists, looking for something to hold on to, but with my wrists pinned, there's nowhere for me to go. And then he does it again. And again, faster and faster, until he's pounding every glorious inch of his cock in and out of me. My ass is pressed deep into the mattress and my breasts jiggle with every thrust. His face is a mask of intense concentration, but his deep blue eyes are fixed right on me.
I’m still so swollen and sensitive from my first orgasm that the rough pace he sets is exactly what I need. Maybe it's his size, skill, or both, but I feel absolutely feral as I scream out my lust and need beneath him. His thrusts turn wild and he fucks me senseless, driving me into his bed as we both race for completion. The fire he's been stoking flares up like a volcano, bubbling up from my core and burning out my nerves as it rushes through me. I half expect flames to come out of my fingertips and toes as I come apart around him.
Groaning deep in his massive chest, he pushes all of himself inside me with only a thin layer of latex keeping him from filling me completely. A stupid part of my brain fantasizes about feeling him skin on skin, something I’ve never done before. What would it be like to feel marked like that? To feel his cum cooling on my thighs and know that he's truly claimed me? Justthe thought makes me shiver, and he sucks a breath through his teeth when he feels it.
He stays in me for a long moment, both of us breathing hard before he pulls himself out and I moan at the loss of our connection. I feel empty without him in me. With a soft thump, he drops to the mattress, putting his arm around me and pulling me in close in a spoon while he kisses the top of my head.
“Think you can sleep now?” His voice is tired and sated.
“Will you stay and hold me like this?” My voice feels small asking it, but I don't know if I've ever felt as safe as I do right now, enveloped by his warm embrace.
“Not going anywhere, baby. Not going anywhere.”
10
RORY
“Rise and shine, baby girl.”Diesel pats my bare ass.
I moan in protest, burying my face deeper in the sheets, and pulling them around me like a safe little cocoon. After our little, um,talk,last night I slept like a log, but if I wake up, that means I have to deal with what the day will bring and I’m not ready.
Diesel laughs. “I'm gonna shower and brush my teeth. You got that long before it's your turn.”
“I thought you were one of the good guys,” I grumble. How can he be so cruel as to force me out of bed already?
He grins and flicks his tongue at me suggestively. “Baby, don’t lie to yourself. Ain’t no way you ever thought we were the good guys.”
Yeah, yeah. Bleary-eyed, I look around for a clock, spotting one on his nightstand.
Noon?
Holy crap, I can't remember the last time I've slept that late. But resting my eyes a little longer isn't that bad, right? Thenext thing I know, he's there again, dressed and smelling nice. I must've dozed off again.
“Your turn, Sleeping Beauty. Come on. Much as I'd love to spend the whole fucking day in bed with you, I've got duties. Besides, I'm sure you’ve got people worrying about you. Somewhere to go home to.”
“Right,” I deflect without elaborating. My stomach growls. “Are we getting breakfast?”
He whistles in appreciation when I sit up and the covers slip down to reveal my breasts. It seems wrong that there aren’t more marks on me after last night, but my skin is clear aside from some pink spots where his short beard rubbed, and a few hickies. After everything he’s seen, covering up seems a little pointless. Besides, I like it when he looks at me like that.
“Bull and Shrapnel are waiting for us at the clubhouse. There should be some food there, or we can ride out and grab something.”
The shower blissfully washes away the night, the hot water streaming over my face. I need to figure out my next move. My original plan had been to slip away from Dad at the airport and get on the first flight to anywhere before I contacted him about shutting down Hermes, but now I have no idea what to do. I don't even know if he’s alive.
