Page 9 of Her Feral Biker
Apple and something sweet, like pear.
Pushing my tongue into her mouth, I thrust slow and gentle, letting her get used to me. Her own sounds and breaths came faster as she writhed beneath my kisses. Tiny tremors became harder shakes. Seconds before she came, I wrenched one hand away from her breast to pull her dress up, cupping her mound in time to feel her pussy flood with heat.
Annalise cried out into my mouth. A soft, illicit mewl that left me on edge.
Gently squeezing her sex, I looked down to see the outline of white panties beneath my hand. My cock strained in my pants. I ached to push her against the glass and lick her through the cotton, but tonight was about getting to know each other, and we’d already exceeded the boundaries I’d set in my head.
Easing my hand away from her gushing pussy, I pulled her dress back down and reached around, tying her lacy bra back together. She said nothing as I fixed the buttons on her dress, doing them up one by one, but let me kiss her the whole time. Her soft tongue stroked mine gently. She didn’t try to take over, but submitted beautifully to everything I needed.
It wasn’t until I straightened the straps on her dress that what she was doing hit me.
My hand circled her throat gently, not taking away her air, just there. “Are you letting me play with you so that I’ll stop your other boyfriend from coming around and hurting you?”
She blinked up at me. “N-no, Lake.”
Her body still trembled in my arms from the force of her orgasm, and those kiss bitten lips begged to be used in a hundred other ways, each one filthier than the next.
Knowing I was signing myself up for a world of hurt, I leaned down and kissed her again. “You stay like this, right here, until you see me leave. I’m gonna lock the door behind me. Are you sleeping here tonight?” She nodded. My chest tightened. “Do you want me to stay?"
Annalise shook her head. “I’ll be alright.”
I glanced over my shoulder, rubbing my thumb across the fluttering pulse point at her throat. “What the hell are you sleeping on, princess?”
She shrugged, and I had my answer.
“Fuck this. I’m taking you home.”
A minute later she sat on the back of my bike, her arms wrapped around my waist. I didn’t have a spare helmet because no one else ever rode with me, but after this I promised I’d get one.
“Hold on tight, princess.”
We flew across town, and it only took a few minutes to reach the block where she lived with her father. Part of me wished the ride was longer as I pulled up a little back from the front door, giving her time to walk in like she usually did. I had the sense that she didn’t like living at the house any more than I understood her reasons, but hell, we all did things in life that we didn’t like.
“Thank you.” She surprised me, pushing up to press her lips to my cheek.
Without thinking about it, I grabbed her waist and pulled her around onto my lap. Her legs straddled me so we sat face to face in the darkness. Even though we could barely see each other, she studied me all the same. Her hands rose, resting on my chest beneath my leather jacket bearing my Savage Kings patch.
Her touch was sweet as she traced over my shoulders beneath the jacket, then up a little, running her fingers across my beard, the silver beads woven into the braids there that one of the Kings’ old lady’s offsprings liked to do. She enjoyed the process it, so I let her, and it became a regular thing. Annalise’s hands traced over my face, the long scar that sliced my skin from my eye to my jaw.
“I’m not a pretty man, princess,” I warned her, resting my hands on her waist to make sure she didn’t fall off my bike.
Her curves filled my palms perfectly, her dress riding up just enough to give me a tantalizing view of her thighs and a glimpse of her ruined white panties beneath.
“No, you’re not,” she considered, tilting her head to one side. “But you are a safe one, and you seem to be interested in me.”
I squeezed her waist. “You should get inside before my interest becomes a hell of a lot more. I don’t play by all the same societal rules you’re used to, Annalise,” I said softly. “I don’t care about what other people think. I do care if you’re safe, whether your shop door is locked, and if I’m not there when you need me. Do you understand?”
She stared straight at me, then leaned in and pressed her mouth to mine. “What if I’m sick of all the rules too?”
I growled softly. “You say that now. But what if your customers hate that you’re with a man like me, princess? Your father won’t approve. I keep my relationships separate. Out of the view of everyone. That way no one gets hurt.”
She froze and leaned back, her actions careful. “Does that mean you have other girls at the– the—” She frowned, thinking it through. “Club?”
“There are club girls,” I acknowledged, “And it’s expected that if you’re not with someone else that you’ll make use of them. But if I’m with you, princess, then I won’t touch another womanuntil you say we’re done. Is that clear? It’s your choice.” I caught her chin, holding her gaze.
Breath slipped from her, and she closed her eyes. “Thank you.”
Pressure built around my lungs. “He cheated on you, didn’t he? The boyfriend who talked but never touched you.”
