Page 12 of Bruised MC Bear
Angel probably didn’t realize her pulse had increased, or heard the moan she had let out as she exhaled. “You’re really going all out with this. Stop the car at the end of this street. All the way to the edge.”
“You live on a deserted corner?” he asked, coming to a stop. He let the engine run while he waited for her to answer.
“No.” Angel hopped out of the passenger side and walked around to his side, gesturing for him to lower the window. “I’m just not sure I’m ready to invite you into my home yet,” she admitted.
“Honesty is good, but you’re no safer out here.”
Angel leaned down to him, smiling as she rested an arm on the window. “I think you should leave it running.”
“I see.”
“Get out here.”
He stepped into the cooler night air, leaving the door open. Angel took his hand, making slow steps backward until she was leaning against the trunk of the car. She placed his arms on either side of her, and ran her hands up his chest, locking them behind his neck.
“What is it about touching you that makes my fingertips so hot?” she asked, light blue eyes staring up at him.
He shrugged his shoulders, but was a lot less interested in talking at a time like this. He groaned as Angel walked her fingers back down his chest, all the way to his belt buckle, which she loosened just enough to slide her hand down his pants and stroke his cock.
“Mmmm,” she moaned. “I should have guessed one day I’d find someone who could actually back up all that arrogance with something…real.”
Axe growled, eyes already shut tight and close to rolling to the back of his head from her hand job. Whatever she had been thinking of doing out here, he couldn’t wait much longer to get started. Gripping her waist, he lifted her up to sit on the trunk lid and parted her legs. He dragged the hem of her dress up to her hips and nestled in between her thighs. Angel kicked off her pumps and wrapped her legs around his hips. Her hands roamed up to his neck again, fingers lacing up into his hair, lips only inches away from his chin. He couldn’t wait a second longer to taste those full, pouty lips.
Axe tilted her chin up, then he slid his fingers to the back of her head, gripping a handful of hair. Angel’s breathing became ragged, and her eyes half closed as his lips covered her mouth for a hungry kiss. He explored her mouth with his tongue, parting her legs wider. He ran his other hand up her leg and gripped her ass. Fuck, he could explore every inch of her curves if they weren’t out in the open on her car right now. His fingers trailed up her inner thighs, not stopping at her lacy panties. She was warm and wet, already pushing against his fingers to invite them inside of her.
Angel let out a moan in his mouth. She gripped his back and pressed her torso into his chest for more contact as she rocked her hips and sank down on his two fingers. She was so fucking tight, all he could think of was burying deep inside of her and experiencing that snug fit all around his shaft. Putting his thumb to work, he flicked her sensitive bud each time her hips rolled. He had to smile when Angel pulled from his kiss and rested her hands at her sides as she rode his fingers, drawing closer to her climax.
She was grinding her hips, and Axe pumped his fingers in and out of her, harder and deeper each time, spreading her to curve the tips of his fingers just enough to find her sweet spot. Angel went wild. Her inner wall tightened, her body shook, and a few seconds later, she held on to his biceps and whimpered through an orgasm. After her movements had settled down, Axe withdrew his fingers and made sure her eyes were on him as he reached his hand up to his mouth and sucked both fingers cleaned. Tasting her sweet, feminine scent threatened to undermine his self-control, but he held it together long enough to help her off the trunk, holding her body tight against his until she could stand.
He helped her into the driver seat and closed the door. “Can you get yourself home from here?” he asked.
“Sure,” she told him, seeming disoriented and confused. “How are you going to get back?”
“I’ll make it just fine.”
“I don’t feel right, leaving you like this, out here.”
“Don’t worry about me. Have yourself a good night, Angel,” he said to her, turning to head back on foot. He had her exactly where he wanted her. She was already craving more.
For now, he’d let her cool off and get her head back on straight.
