Chapter Seven
Sophia
I knew I was playing with fire, but I just couldn’t resist. Riding behind Deuce with my arms wrapped tight around him meant I could feel his muscles rippling every time he moved, and the smell of leather and musky male was a heady sensation.
I let my hands drift low enough to feel the bulge in the front of his pants.
I was starting to rethink the whole cat lady thing.
When he slowed and turned into a parking area on the side of the road I expected him to stop, but he just geared down and followed a narrow trail that wound beneath tall trees before opening up to a small meadow.
He guided the bike to the far side before killing the engine and flipping the kickstand down.
Pulling his helmet off, he twisted his neck to look at me. His eyes smoldered with the promise of retribution. “Get off.”
I felt a flicker of uncertainty. Was he mad, or horny?
Dismounting, I undid my helmet and turned my back on the big, bad biker, running a hand through my hair to fluff it up. Helmets might save lives, but they did nothing for my hair.
Deuce came up behind me. I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he wrapped his arms around me. He slid one hand under my shirt and splayed his fingers across my belly.
I felt heat blaze through me in anticipation. Not mad. Horny. His hips were firmly against me, the unmistakable hardness of his arousal pressing against me.
“Think you were going to get away with teasing me like that?” He muttered the words against my tangled hair while his hand wandered up toward the skimpy lace of my bra, the one I’d bought especially for tonight.
“Maybe. You going to punish me?” The thought sent a flood of wet warmth to my pussy.
“I’m afraid I’ll have to. Can’t have you thinking you can do whatever you want without consequences.” He slipped his hand under my bra and stroked a fingernail across my nipple.
“Mmm. True.” I reached behind me and cupped his crotch, feeling his cock grow even harder. “What do you think would be a fitting punishment?”
He pulled his hand out from under my clothing and grasped me by the shoulders. Turning me to face him, he lowered his head. I placed a hand on his chest and met his lips halfway.
The world ceased to exist. He worshipped me with his mouth, gentle and persuasive at the same time. I opened my mouth and slid my tongue across the crease of his lips, and suddenly he wasn’t quite as gentle.
His hands went to my hips as he opened his mouth and consumed me. He pulled me in against him, and I could feel how hard and ready he was.
I gasped. “Deuce.”
“Yeah?” He answered without letting go of my lips.
“I want you.”
“That’s good, because I plan on taking you. Maybe more than once. Maybe I won’t stop until you beg me.”
My heart raced as he took his hands off me and shrugged out of his cut. He removed his shoulder holster and set the gun aside before unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off. He pulled his tee shirt over his head and spread it out on the grass, then held out a hand to me.
Damn, he looks good without a shirt on ! I dropped to my knees next to him and he reached for me again. We kissed. Forever. It wasn’t enough.
“I need to feel you. Naked. Inside me.” Where had this wanton side of me come from?
I’d always been the one who held back, who worried about decorum and what people might think.
But with Deuce, I couldn’t get enough and if anyone had an issue with it, screw them. My inner slut was coming out to play.
I slipped my jacket off and sent up a prayer of thanks that I’d had the foresight to wear a sweater that slipped over my head. Taking the time to undo reams of buttons would have been sheer torture.
Deuce reached for the bottom of the sweater and pulled it up over my head before tossing it carelessly aside. I leaned back on my hands, leaving my breasts to thrust forward in a blatant invitation.
“Beautiful.” His eyes gleamed with lust.
Arching over me, he teased one nipple through the sheer red lace before ripping the bra off me with his teeth. I gasped, my nipples pebbling into hard peaks.
Deuce leaned forward and nipped my neck right below my left ear, kissing the hurt away as soon as he did it. He pushed me gently until I was laying on my back with him towering over me in all his shirtless glory.
He nibbled and kissed his way from my neck to my breasts, and I tangled my fingers in his hair, mewling softly as he suckled on first one breast and then the other.
Without stopping, he reached down and undid the button at my waistband and slid the zipper down. Slipping his hand into my pants, he traced the outline of the thong covering my mound.
I arched up and reached down to push the jeans down over my hips.
Deuce chuckled. “I don’t think you’re taking your punishment seriously.”
I tried to give him a snarky answer, but my wit had abandoned me along with the capacity for coherent speech.
He renewed his assault on my breasts and slid one finger under the thong that matched the destroyed bra.
I was wet and ready. More than ready.
He explored between the soft folds at my entrance and slipped a finger inside me. I gasped, arching my hips against his palm. He ripped the thong off and tossed it aside. Slipping a second finger inside along with the first, he thrust the pair in and out in a slow and gentle rhythm.
I growled in frustration, and he picked up the pace sliding his fingers in and out, faster and faster as heat blazed along every nerve and pooled low in my belly.
As his thumb caressed my clit, a powerful orgasm surged through my body. I clenched my fingers in his hair, holding tight as it crested in a blazing rush of pleasure.
When it receded, I let him go, watching as he rested on his side, propped up on one elbow. He caught my gaze and held it as he pulled his fingers out of me and licked my juices from them.
I’d never seen anything so sexy in my life.
When I managed to get some breath back in my body, I sat up. “My turn.”
Deuce’s nostrils flared as he considered me through slitted eyes. “What did you have in mind?”
“Get your pants off, for starters.”
He grinned and obliged. At least this time he had boxer shorts on. Not for long, though. Freed from the confining material, his cock sprang to attention, rock hard and just as big as I remembered. I licked my lips.
“Roll over. On your back.” I gave him a push to emphasize my point.
He obliged, his arms folded under his head so every part of him was on glorious display. He grinned. “Now what?”
“Now I get to play.” I climbed on top of him, my knees on either side of his hips. Bending forward I traced the bird tattooed on his shoulder with my tongue. He tasted like sex and sweat, a heady flavor I could easily become addicted to.
I worked my way lower, flicking my tongue over his flat nipples.
He hissed in a deep breath, causing his pecs to flex beneath my hands.
I squirmed a bit, moving lower as I licked my way down his chest to his taut belly, pausing to nip playfully at his belly button. That earned me a soft growl.
I continued my explorations, tasting his hips, and the faint V of hair pointing to my ultimate goal. I wrapped my hand around his shaft, giving it a gentle squeeze as I ran my fingers from the base to the tip.
A sticky wet drop coated the broad head, and I wiped it with my finger. Lifting my head, I caught his gaze and opened my mouth to delicately lick it off with my tongue.
He groaned. “You’re going to be the death of me, woman.”
I smiled. “Then you’ll die happy.”
Without giving him any warning, I lowered my head and took his cock in my mouth. I cupped his balls in one hand, massaging them gently as I swirled my tongue along the side of his shaft. I sucked and teased. Used my tongue and my lips. Played with his balls.
I felt so in control, in command. I was on top of him, in a position of dominance, and he let me do whatever I wanted. His body responded, jerking and arching, his cock growing even larger until with a groan, he laced his fingers through my hair and urged me to look at him.
“I want to be inside you when I come, and that’s not going to happen if you keep this up.”
“Do you have a condom?”
He nodded. “In my wallet. Jeans.” He gestured to his discarded pants.
I rolled off him and reached over to drag his pants closer, pulled the wallet out of the back pocket, and tossed it to him.
He took it and pulled out a foil-wrapped package. Ripping it open, he reached down to sheath himself.
“Ready?”
He nodded. “Fuck, yeah.”
I climbed back on top and took his shaft in one hand, positioning it with the tip just grazing my entrance. Taking a deep breath, I slowly lowered myself onto his rock-hard cock. I was wet and ready, and he slid inside me like we were made for each other.
I closed my eyes and threw my head back, moving slowly at first as I adjusted to his size.
My biker was not small. I rode him like a horse.
My body, already sensitive from the orgasm he’d wrung from me with his fingers, felt like it was on fire.
Flames of lust danced down my spine and along every nerve ending.
Within minutes, another orgasm washed over me with the strength of a tsunami.
I screamed out my pleasure to the trees and birds and grasses.
He wrapped his brawny arms around me, his hands splayed across my ass and rolled us over, reversing our positions so that he was on top.
I wrapped my legs around him as he started to move, thrusting fast and deep.
It wasn’t long before he let out a primal yell of triumph as he came, collapsing beside me.
“Damn,” he murmured, his chin resting on top of my head. “Just, damn!”
I snuggled in closer. “Yeah. Damn.”
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Deuce