Chapter 8
Payton
It’s like foreplay. I would never have guessed that a man of his size, a rugged biker, would have rhythm. But Cage has all the moves. Every touch, every look, every smile, it’s all winding me up. And now I’m so hot, I’m soaking through my panties.
His body presses against my back and he grinds down to the ground with me again, that hard dick pressing right into my ass.
I shiver with the memory of exactly what that thing can do.
All week I’ve been trying to forget him, but he’s been at the forefront of every thought.
In fact, the only reason I came tonight was to see if he’d be here.
It was a crapshoot in thinking he’d be back, but low and behold, he came looking for me.
We start to grind our way back to standing, and his thick fingers slide up my leg, running up my thigh, up under the back of my mini skirt.
“Need you writhing like that on my dick, baby.” His breathless words against my ear have me panting.
It’s my final undoing. I turn in his arms and lean up onto my toes, hovering an inch from his mouth.
“You better take me on home then, Outlaw. Not unless you want to take me into the bathroom and fuck me on the counter.”
“Shit.” He lets out a low rumbly sound before he’s grabbing my hand and turning, leading me through the crowd and out to the parking lot. This time, he takes me to his bike. And it’s one sexy piece of equipment. I’ve honestly never been on a motorcycle before, so this will be a first for me.
“Here.” He places a helmet on my head and straps it down.
“Can’t be puttin’ that pretty head at risk.
” He climbs onto the beast then turns and waits for me to straddle behind him.
I climb onto the seat and as soon as I feel the engine rumble between my legs, I let out a moan.
“You better not come until you’re straddled on my dick or else I’ll be punishing that little pussy when we get back to your place. Now, guide me to your place, babe.”
I wrap my arms around him and show him the way, feeling a rush of freedom as the wind whips over me. Riding a motorcycle is just as fun as riding a horse.
As soon as we enter my apartment, it’s like a head-on collision.
Us crashing together. His mouth on mine.
His heavy body slamming me up against the wall.
Fingers tearing at my clothes. Thank goodness Chassie is out tonight, otherwise, she’d be calling the cops thinking a burglar just busted in the door and is rummaging through the place.
We finally make it down to my room, leaving a trail of our clothes left in our path.
I’m suddenly hoisted up around his waist and he’s carrying me to my bed.
“You need to get on this dick and take me for that ride now, babe.”
He lies back with me straddled on his waist and I slide right into position. Lifting my hips so I can sink down slowly. And as soon as he breaches my entrance, the thick tip of his cock pushing into me, it’s like a bolt of lightning strikes my nerves, sending delicious tingles up and down my spine.
My head drops back on my shoulders and our groans echo in unison.
It’s an indescribable feeling. He makes me feel so full.
Every sensitive nerve is tickled by his thick cock.
And when I finally sink all the way down, his dick rooted deep, the pulsing begins.
The little electrifying shocks that tighten in my lower belly, that tingle in my clit.
I rock forward, pressing down, and a wave of pleasure riots through me.
I do it again, nice and slow, and am singed with flames of heat.
It’s so good. Just as incredible as I remember.
“Fuck! You feel so damn good, baby.”
I open my eyes to the sound of his voice, and he’s watching me—hard.
Those wolf eyes locked on as his big fingers grip my thighs tight.
They sink in deeper as I quicken my pace.
The desire on his face makes me want to ride him faster.
I want to make him howl. I want to hear him shouting my name again.
I pick up my pace, quickening my hips like I’m riding a horse.
Thrusting on his dick until I’m at a galloping speed, chasing my orgasm down fast. Those wolf eyes are now watching my tits bounce as his tongue licks across his lower lip.
He bucks up, latching onto my nipple and my body quivers under him.
That delicious tension is growing tighter and tighter.
Drawing me in closer to the finish line.
“That’s it, my wild little cowgirl,” he grunts as he kisses his way to my other side, sucking my nipple right between his lips. He suctions down and the pleasure rolls through. “Feels so fucking good. Goddamn, this pussy.”
His wild groans are my undoing, slamming me right into the heat, barricading me in by the electric pulses rushing through every cell in my body.
I slump against him, nearly bucking myself off as he thrusts up hard.
His hands take over, holding me steady, pushing and pulling me over his dick, riding out his own release.
His heavy groan rumbles against my chest as his cock unleashes his warm seed, pump after thick pump.
We’re both struggling for air. Heavy panting breaths that can be heard throughout my entire apartment, and I’m so thankful Chassie isn’t here, or she’d be giving me some major grief about all the noise we’re making.
“Damn, baby.” He drops back onto the bed, letting out a panted breath. “Where the hell did you learn to fuck like that?” Not from my ex, that’s for sure. Our sex life was dull. At least, from my standpoint. “You drive me fucking insane, Payton. It’s so fucking intense. Every damn time.”
I’m smiling at the compliment. At least I know I’m good at something.
Usually, people tell me all the things I do wrong, so it’s nice to hear something positive for a change.
And coming from this man, that feels like a huge compliment.
I’m sure he’s had his fair share of partners, and to have such a resounding effect on him, makes me want to gloat a bit.
“You aren’t too bad yourself, Outlaw. You sure do give one hell of a ride.”
He shifts to face me, pulling me in close. There’s a wolfish grin on his cheeks that does all kinds of things to my body. I won’t lie. I could go again and again with this man.
“So, what’s your story, Cowgirl?”
My story? My story is pretty pathetic.
I’m just a small-town girl who once believed she was something special.
But when I went off to college, I realized I was just a small-town nobody.
Nobody cared whether I’d been the captain of the cheerleading squad or had won every beauty pageant I had ever entered.
People didn’t know my name, nor did they care to.
The only thing people cared about was that I was the girlfriend of Callum Tipson, the rising football star.
So, that’s what I clung to. And that’s where I lost myself.
“Not much to tell. Just a simple girl who loves to dance and work with horses. Nothing special.”
“I’ve only known you for a blink, doll, but I can already tell that you are definitely somethin’ special.”
I turn to face him, wanting to cling to that belief so hard, but the only reason he feels that way is because I’m good at sex. I want to be more than just a pretty face and a good body. I want to be more than my parents’ daughter and Callum’s wife. I want to live wild and free and follow my dreams.
But… I can’t do that. I have no money to my name, and a job that pays minimum wage, along with an ex who won’t sign the divorce papers and has blocked me from all our bank accounts.
I don’t even care about the money at this point, I just want out.
I want out from my parents’ criticism. I want out of this marriage.
I want out of everyone’s mouth as they gossip around town.
“I think you’re a little biased, Outlaw. At least, your dick is.” I wink.
He pushes me onto my back, his huge frame hovering above.
“My dick may definitely be biased, but I can tell you, it’s been a long time since I’ve enjoyed someone’s company.
Whatever shit’s in your head, don’t listen to it.
You’re more than just a pretty face, Payton.
You’re pretty damn fiery and a hell of a lot of fun to be with. ”
“I think it’s time to stop talking.” I lean up, so close to his tempting mouth. “I think you need to show me how much fun you think I am.”
His lips tip up into that wolfish grin, making my body purr to life. “This pussy better be ready. I need you every which way I can have you.”