Page 42 of Mile High With the Bikers
“Oh? Still curious if I taste like strawberry, huh?”
“Maybe.” He scoops me up in his arms and carries me over to the couch, where he sits with me in his lap resting my face against his chest. I can think of a lot worse places to be.
“I do think it's cool that you're studying stuff. I wasn't joking about that. I told you my mother’s an artist, right? I alwayswondered what it would be like to go to school for something fun, just because you want to. Every class I’ve taken since I was thirteen was chosen specifically in how it would benefit Dad.”
“Yeah, you get it.” He slides his fingers through my hair, gently massaging my scalp with his strong fingers. “I'm glad we were on that flight.”
“Really?” I play with his shirt, tracing the folds in it with my fingertips. “Even though it crashed and caught on fire and all the trouble you ended up with?”
“Are you fucking kidding me? That was the best part!”
That makes me laugh. “You're a wildman.”
His hand slips up the bottom of my shirt, tracing circles on my bare skin. “Okay, so maybe it wasn’t the best part. That was definitely the hot stewardess.”
The moment lingers, right up until I feel that I have to say something. “So… about that taste?”
He laughs. “I’m not going to stop you, angel.”
I slide off his lap and onto my knees on the carpet. He pulls his belt open and yanks down the zipper. Biting my lip, I look up at him and hook my fingers in his jeans. He lifts his hips so I can pull them down, and then peels his shirt off and throws it aside. The huge lump in his boxer briefs has my mouth watering already.
Bull kicks his jeans off to the side, but when I reach for his underwear, he blocks me and bends down to grab my shirt. “I wanna fucking see you.”
I hold my hands up as he tugs the shirt over my head and drops it on the floor. Eager to get back to unwrapping him, I reach behind and release the hooks on my bra. I hold the cups in place with my hands long enough that he groans and steals it. “Stop fucking hiding.”
I arch my back a little. My breasts aren’t the biggest, but I get no complaints as he touches the outsides of them with his fingertips, dragging them up and down. His hands are rough and callused, but I like the little scratch of it. It reminds me that he's a man who does things with his hands, and when he cups them and flicks his thumbs over my nipples, I let out a little moan, right before I grip his wrists and push them away. “Stop distracting me.”
He chuckles and tugs his boxers over his impressive erection and onto his thighs, where I take over, tugging them the rest of the way down. The whole time, I can't take my eyes off the heavy length bobbing between his thighs. I reach for it, relishing his soft intake of breath when I wrap my fingers around it, or at least as far as they will go. He spreads his legs so I can get in between them, so close that his cock is brushing against my breasts.
He moans again when I push him in between them. It feels naughty. He's so long that the tip is barely below my chin. All it takes is for me to dip down a little, and then the thick head fills my mouth.
I slide my tongue against it, exploring him, tracing the thick ridge around the tip. He lets out a pleased sigh, and when I look up at him, he's looking right back at me, watching everything. “Fuck, that's the sexiest thing I've seen in my life.” He brushes some of my hair out of my face.
I swear I can feel the blood pulsing under my fingers, flowing through the thick vein along the side and the still swelling head pressing against my tongue. I try to bob a little, but there isn't much room for him. Using both hands as an extension of my mouth, I stroke him from root to tip. The flavor isn’t strawberry, but the feeling of control is definitely sweet.
My saliva dribbles down his shaft, making him slicker and easier to play with. As I adjust to his thickness between my lips, I even manage to take a little more of him, enough to get a little more motion on it.
His breath comes faster, growing a little ragged as I find a rhythm. His fingers in my hair get more insistent, and he moans. The whole time, he watches me, his lust-darkened eyes solid black, like he's completely lost in what I'm doing. It makes me want to force him to lose control.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “So fucking good.”
Needing to rest my jaw a moment, I pull off him, but I continue fisting his cock, faster and faster, loving how he's at my mercy. This man is twice my size, but I can bring him to his knees. I stick my tongue out and flick it over the head and the ridge around it, teasing the spot underneath that makes all his glorious muscles tense and his hips push off the couch.
He lets out a deep groan and loses it. His cock swells even bigger in my hands, something I wouldn't have thought possible, and then it flexes.
The first blast of slick cum spatters onto my cheek and jaw, catching me off guard. The second drips down onto my breasts. A third spatters onto my neck and starts sliding down over my chest, and then I finally get my mouth back on him and pull himdeep, wanting to get every last drop. I want all of him. To know what he tastes and feels like. To know that I've made him unravel completely. When I'm pretty sure he's done, I swallow.
“Holy fuck, that was so damn hot.” He finally closes his eyes, and he looks… sated.
“I'll fucking say,” Diesel's voice comments from near the door.
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I squealin shocked terror and leap onto Bull, who captures me in his arms and pushes me behind him. “Ever heard of fucking knocking?” he snaps angrily, pulling on his pants in record time.
Diesel, with a grinning Shrapnel behind him, shrugs. “Door was unlocked. You knew we were coming over after reporting in.”
