Page 20 of Biker's Temptation
The table squeaked and whined.Her thighs clenched my hips, and she locked on tight, her body starting to show the signs of impending orgasm.My toes curled in my boots.That telltale buzz low in my core started to pulse.I didn’t want to finish without her.
I licked my right thumb, locking eyes with her as I did, and then brought it right down to the place where we were joined together.Her swollen clit was firm under the pad of my thumb.She groaned as I circled over the nub, giving her the pressure and stimulation she needed.
Her pussy gripped my cock, and she felt impossibly wetter.I breathed in through my nose, trying to get a hold of my own building orgasm.“Come on, baby.Come on.You can get there for me.”
“Shane,” she whined and clasped my forearm and the edge of the table.“Oh, God.Please.Please.Please.Don’t stop.I’m—.”
An erotic groan escaped her open lips, and she bowed up against me as the first waves of pleasure rocked her body.I kept rubbing her clit and fucking her, shoving the table across the floor with each chaotic thrust.She cried out again, her voice rising higher.
I shifted the angle of my hips, and she threw her head back, banging it against the tabletop as she climaxed again.This one was harder than the first one, longer and deeper.She gushed around me, making a mess of us, and driving my lust into overdrive.The intense passion trapped inside her sweet little librarian body was going to fucking kill me.
I couldn’t hold back another second.I fell forward, covering her upper body with mine.Hand planted on the table next to her head, I thrust so fast and hard that my calves burned.My orgasm hit me like a haymaker, knocking the wind out of me as my cum rocketed through my shaft in bursts of head-spinning pleasure.
When it was over, I stayed deep inside her, my cock twitching as she shuddered with aftershocks beneath me.I rested my head against her breast, listening to her wild heartbeat thumping away beneath my ear.
“Shane?”She stroked the back of my head and my jaw.
“Yeah, darlin’?”
“I’m really glad my friends forgot about me in that parking lot.”
I chuckled and noisily kissed her breast.“Remind me to send them a gift basket or something.”
“If it’s the fruit one, make sure it’s got extra honeydew melon.”I could hear the smile in her voice as she admitted, “It’s my favorite, and I always get to gorge myself on the leftover baskets in the break room at the school.Nobody else likes the honeydew.”
I laughed and finally managed to find the energy to hoist myself back into a standing position.“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“I even keep a bottle of Tajin in my desk, just in case,” she confessed with a silly smile as I walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a paper towel.She made the chef’s kiss hand gesture.“Tajin.Melon.I go absolutely feral for it.”
“Next time we’re out at Margie’s, I’ll have her make you one of her famous margaritas with the top shelf liquor we keep hidden in the office.”I quickly removed and wrapped up the condom in the paper towel and disposed of it in the trash.I grabbed a clean dish towel and brough it back to Melissa so she could tidy up a bit.“Margie uses Tajin on the rims.”
Melissa made a little face, just the briefest flash that vanished so quickly I barely clocked it.Gripping the towel, I asked, “What?”
She put both hands on my chest.Her expression turned serious, and my stomach tightened as I expected something terrible to come out of her mouth next.Was this the moment when I found out she hated the biker scene?That it had been fun for one night, but she wanted absolutely nothing to do with that part of my life ever again?
“Listen, about Margie’s,” she said carefully.
“Yeah?”I held my breath, waiting for the worst.
“You own part of it?”
“I do.”
“So that means that maybe you could make a few changes around the place?”she asked hopefully.
“Depends,” I answered cautiously, wondering where she was going with this.
“That women’s bathroom, Shane.”She shuddered with revulsion.“I would love to come back to the bar with you, to hang out and meet your friends and spend more time in a place you obviously love—but I’ll have to pee in the bushes out back if that bathroom doesn’t get a makeover.”
Of all the things I had expected, a complaint about the state of the bathroom wasn’t it.I huffed out a relieved laugh and hauled her in tight for a hug.I kissed her cheek and promised, “I’ll fix it up for you.”
“I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings.”She hugged me tightly and rubbed my back.“I’m not trying to be prissy about things, but it was really gross.”
Embarrassed that it was in such bad shape, I admitted, “I’ve never been in there.I just assumed if there was a problem someone would have said something.”
“Well, this someone is saying something.”She kissed me tenderly.“Fix it up, and I’ll spend as much time as you want there.”
“Deal.”I brushed the silky strands of dark hair that had escaped her messy bun back behind her ear.“You want to come pick out the supplies with me?”
