Page 50 of The Biker and the Loner
Like erratic winds before a storm, he changes speed, rhythm, and direction without warning. Hitting me deeper and harder, sexing me forme, not for himself.
“You’re close, baby,” he exhales against my lips. “Can feel your walls closing…closing in. Fuck, they’re gonna squeeze my dick so fuckin’tightwhen you…”
“Si…si…so close…”
With that, he slides his hands under my hips, cups my ass, and elevates me so I’m feeling the penetration of his fierce thrusts on a level too extreme for me to withstand. In a matter of seconds, I’m clenching and tightening around him as my orgasm blasts through me like an explosion, ripping me to shreds.
“Hijo de puta!” I cry out right before I sink my teeth into his shoulder, my nails digging into his back as I tremble and shake beneath him like a violent earthquake.
“Shit, fuck, shit, I knew it…I knew it…You’re squeezing the fuck outta me, Ley,” Scratch blathers as his hips begin pumping faster and faster. He covers me with the entirety of himself, caging and confining me, sealing himself to me as he plunges into me over and over. “I can’t… I—fucker!”
I can no longer keep up. It’s as if he’s possessed, driven mad. I’m still rippling with the aftershocks of my orgasm when he grabs my face and delves his tongue into my mouth. Kissing me so fiercely it’s like a raging rock song.
As his strokes lengthen and become more rigid, I know he’s close, so while kissing him back with matching fervor, I claw my nails down his back again, slow and deliberate.
Like I knew it would, it sends him barreling over the edge. His big, muscled body locks and seizes above mine as he rockets to the summit, his feral sounds of pleasure reverberating through me.
We slow our kiss, but we don’t stop. We soothe each other with languid glides of our tongues, soft presses of our lips. Only when our heartbeats have calmed and evened out do we break apart.
Gazing down at me, adoration swirling in his depths, he brushes his thumb across my cheek and whispers, “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
“That,” I say, pressing the nail of my thumb across his lower lip, “is totally worth getting kicked out for.”
He catches my hand and kisses my fingers. “And you,all of you, is worth surviving war for.” He drags his lips back and forth over my knuckles, eyes never leaving mine. “You’re here with me.”
I smile, and it’s so sincere my eyes sting. “I’m here with you.”
His sigh is one of satisfaction as he shifts and rests his face in the crook of my neck. “And you aren’t leaving.”
I sweep my fingers through his hair and emit a sigh of my own. “Never.”
Chapter 11
Ley
Peppered wet kissesall over my face pulls me from the depths of sleep. When I reluctantly open my eyes, Scratch is kneeling by the couch, kissing and nuzzling me like a needy puppy.
A moan emits me as I stretch and glance toward the windows, noticing it is still somewhat dark outside, yet Scratch is sweaty and energized, wearing shorts and sneakers.
“What time is it?” I ask groggily. “And why are you all sweaty?”
“Some time after five, I think.” He kisses my nose and chin and cheek. “Sweaty because I just got back from a good run.”
Huh.My internal alarm clock usually has me up by five each morning, but I suppose things gets thrown off-kilter when I receive good—no, excellent—dicking the night before.
“You’re so confusing,” I murmur through a yawn, covering my mouth to hide my morning breath. “Yesterday you slept until the crowing cocks gave up on trying to wake you. And today you’re up and running while it’s still dark out.”
He sweeps his thumb over my eyebrows. “Yeah, my cycle’s kind of unpredictable. There’ll also be days when I’m too depressed to leave bed at all. Just a heads up.”
“You struggle with depression?” I ask with a frown. Though I’m only half-surprised.
“Kinda. Usually lasts for about a week tops, and then I’m back to normal.” He playfully fondles one of my breasts. “I’m a major jackass when it hits, so I apologize in advance for whatever shit comes out of my mouth during that time. I promise you, I’ll mean none of it. And if I yell for you to leave me alone,don’t. I won’t mean that either.”
With my free hand, I touch the side of his face and promise, “I won’t.”
A mischievous glint in his eyes, he tries to pull my hand away from my mouth. “Now c’mon, lemme smell your stank ass morning breath.”
“No!” I onehandedly fight him off. But he’s stronger than me so, of course, he wins.
