Chapter 8 #2
Is she saying what I think she is? Well, I’ll be fucked. I did not expect that at all tonight, or any night for that matter. I’d thought I’d have to work hard to get this sexy librarian into my bed, and now, if I’m not mistaken, she’s offering herself on a fucking platter.
Back up, back up, my mind screams. She’d even mentioned that Ace wanted us to get together.
She’s a good woman, not my normal type of fuck, which is more of a hit-and-leave-‘em girl I can leave in my dust. If Toni is looking for a happily-ever-after, well, I might not say never, but right now that’s far from my mind.
While the last thing I want to do is turn down the pussy I’ve been dreaming of getting into, I’ve got to manage her expectations.
Capturing her chin gently in my hand, I bring her to face me once more. “I like you well enough, Toni. But I can’t offer much. If you want to warm my bed tonight, that’s all I can give you. No promises of a house with a white picket fence, or even any repeats in the future.”
Shyly, she looks up at me from under her eyelashes. “Tonight’s all I’ve got, Freak. But I think I’d hate myself if I left, not giving us a chance.” She licks her lips, drawing my attention to them. “I understand it doesn’t mean it will lead to anything more.”
Delta operators, bikers… just our reputation attracts women like moths to a flame, some circling too close in danger of being burned. And there’s not only Toni to consider. If, after tonight, she wants more than I can offer, any awkwardness between us could cause Ace pain.
I’m still holding her face, and she leans into my hand. “Just tonight, Freak,” she repeats.
All she wants is my cock, on loan just for a few hours. That part of me seems to have made my decision. I’m already hard.
Remembering she’s not a club girl and that I can’t just click my fingers and drag her upstairs, I have to adjust my mode operandi.
I may not have needed to wine and dine her, but a slow burn, some more conversation, a little accidental touching of our hands – the kind of pre-intimacy dance to which bikers like me are strangers.
A woman like her? That’s what she deserves.
“You want another drink, or…?” I offer, knowing she’ll need to be wooed, but obviously hoping she’ll prefer to get down to business.
Sounding less like a librarian and more like a woman who’s on my wavelength, she counters with, “If one night’s all we’ve got, I’d rather experience it sober.”
Fuck yeah.
And then she adds the magic words. “Shall we go to your room?”
A sudden crash startles us both. I swing around and glare at Trixie, who’s just dropped a whole tray of empty glasses.
“What the fuck?”
Trixie doesn’t look contrite and even tosses a glare toward Toni. “My bad. I’m sorry.”
“Just get out of here,” I snarl, then, turning my head, call out to Knight, “Prospect, come and clear this shit up.”
Breathing deep to douse my temper and set the right mood for the night, I stand, hold out my hand to Toni, and murmur, “Let’s go somewhere where we won’t be interrupted.
” Then, as she follows me, my first thought is to wonder what the fuck is up with Trixie?
The second, which quickly pushes the first out of my head, is whether Toni’s got her glasses with her.
When we reach my room, I give it a quick survey, pleased to find it’s as tidy as I left it – old habits from the Army die hard. The bed’s made, and there’s no rubbish lying on the floor. Oh, and the prospects had done my bidding. There’s the smell of freshly laundered sheets.
I notice Toni casting a look toward the cot placed next to my king bed, and explain, “That’s Ace’s, for when he sleeps over.
” My brow creases, wondering whether she’s going to question me about it.
Ace is really getting too old to sleep in my room.
But as he’s only here infrequently, I’ve always thought it would suffice.
Although we’ve now got a brand-new bunkhouse with room to spare, I can’t think of him staying there, where he’ll be subject to the depravity of my brothers.
His staying with me has never been a problem.
We’ve both got dicks, couldn’t care less if one of us accidentally lets it all hang out.
It might be more awkward if he’d been born without one.
To be honest, I suspect there’d have been a lot of things I’d have had to do differently if he’d been a girl.
Her curiosity sufficiently satisfied, I’m surprised as hell when she suddenly launches herself at me. Taken off guard, I reel back as she takes the lead, her arms going around me, and standing on tiptoe, she offers her lips in invitation.
Well, what man alive is going to turn that down? Regaining control, I slam my mouth down on hers.
And I’ll be fucked – or at least, I hope to be. She doesn’t give an inch. Our caress isn’t sweet or exploratory. It’s violent, ravishing, and in no way polite. It’s a battle between us, my tongue advances, then it’s pushed back, and it’s her invading my mouth.
I’m surrounded by her. The perfume she’s wearing – or perhaps it’s her natural pheromones – invades my senses.
It’s all I can breathe in, and more intoxicating than any spirit I’ve ever imbibed.
Her arms trap me, though I could easily break out of her hold, and I relish her touching me so enthusiastically.
And those sounds coming out of her mouth? Perhaps the best music I’ve ever heard.
I let her have control for a moment, enjoying the physical demonstration of just how much she wants me, then I take charge.
Pushing her away, I place my hands on her top and wrench it up over her tits, exposing her bra.
Forcing the cups down, I breathe in sharply as perfect breasts are revealed.
I don’t wait to get my mouth onto her erect and begging nipples, enclosing my lips around them, sucking, biting, and enjoying her squeals and squirming.
Impatient that there’s material getting in my way, I tear her shirt off completely, undo her bra, and let it drop to the floor.
Her slight gasp of shock at my expertise has me grinning.
Yeah, babe, I might have done this a time or two before.
My smirk widens as I remember more than once going head-to-head with one of my brothers, seeing which of us could get a girl naked first.
“You could have just asked.” She tries to sound injured, but the tilt to her lips belies her words.
Having had enough of conversation, I close the space between us again, and all her protests stop as I lower my mouth and devour one of her nipples, my left hand squeezing and pinching the other, while my right smooths its way down over her stomach.
Her belt impedes my way. It’s a matter of just a moment to one-handedly flick the buckle, to find the zipper, and have her skirt pushed down over her hips.
I don’t tease, just force my fingers inside her panties.
Her head drops onto my shoulder as I start to explore.
She’s shaven bare, just as I like it, and when her labia parts under my intrusion, I easily find her clit.
It’s when I start strumming that little nub that her lips find the skin just above my collarbone.
When I get into a rhythm that makes her tense, her teeth make contact, and fuck if the thought of her marking me doesn’t make my cock harden until it feels like it’s going to burst out of my pants.
I’ve landed myself a wildcat. There’s nothing here to remind me of the mistake I’d made sixteen years earlier.
Toni’s nothing like her sister. Her body looks different, more curvy and soft, but then she’d now be in her late thirties, not that there’s anything about her physical attributes or age that puts me off.
She doesn’t smell the same, or make similar sounds, and hell, Josie might have taken my rough loving and seemed to enjoy it, but Toni’s playing a whole different game.
I reckon she’s going to give as good as she gets. I’ll be lucky to escape unscathed.
Bring it the fuck on.
Ignoring her whimper of protest and the audible pop as I pull my mouth off her tit, I whip my hand out of her panties. Using my bulk, I push her backward until her knees hit the edge of my bed, then with a shove, I let her fall down on it.
Bouncing, a shadow falls over her face for a moment, then she giggles, lifts her hand, and fucking beckons me to her.
Uh huh. It’s me who’s in charge, not her.
“Take off your skirt.” After only a second, I add, “Panties too.” Looking around, I spy her purse, which had been dropped onto the floor.
Picking it up, I rummage inside, feeling elation as my hands land on what I’m seeking.
Bringing the glasses out, I throw them at her, taking a second to notice she’s now indeed as naked as I’d asked.
“You want me to wear those?” Her mouth has the most delightful crinkle, a look of disgust. “I’m wearing contacts.”
“Don’t give a fuck.” I shrug. “Just want to see these framing your pretty eyes.”
“Librarian fantasy?” She audibly scoffs, but her face is sporting a smile.
“You better believe it.” I chuckle.
“Naughty librarian?” she suggests.
See? I knew she was into games. “Perhaps one that’s been placing all the books back in the wrong order.”
“Ah.” Placing the tip of her finger between her lips, she bites down.
Shit. Fuck. My erection is bordering on painful. Hastily, I undo the button, slide down the zipper, and free my dick.
She’s sucking on that damn digit now. “I’ve been such a naughty girl, getting my alphabet mixed up. How do you think I should be punished, Sir?” Wide innocent eyes, enlarged by the magnification of her lenses, regard me.
I pretend to think for a moment, letting my stare burn into her until she starts to squirm. “I think an apology is in order. As…” I make sure my gaze pointedly rests on that finger she’s still got her lips around. “You seem to like things in your mouth, you can apologise by sucking my cock.”
Getting to her knees, she moves like a temptress down the bed, pure wickedness shining out of her. “Will that make Sir forgive my indiscretions?”
What fucking indiscretions? Oh, yeah, inadequate filing. I fight to keep my voice stern. “Only if it never happens again.”
Her hands reach out and surround my dick, not tentatively, but confidently, showing me she knows exactly what she’s doing.
And I’m not going to complain. The last thing I want is a coy woman who’s afraid to go after what she wants.
It seems what she wants now is my own desire.
Those fucking lush lips of hers surround my cock.
Lowering her head, she first licks the precum off my slit. That’s enough to make my balls tighten. When she takes me inside her mouth, I throw my head back. As she uses her tongue and adds suction, my fists clench.
Christ, she looks like an angel, but is deep throating me like a whore. Fantasy fucking filled.
I don’t stop to question where she’s learned her expertise, willing to accept she’s just a talented beginner, or even thankful to whoever’s been her tutor before.
Because how the fuck she’s learned how to do the shit she’s doing, I don’t fucking care.
She’s bringing me to my peak faster than I can ever remember getting there.
Then she fucking pulls back, placing a kiss to the tip.
What the fuck? I growl down at her, opening my eyes, seeing the cheeky grin, and know that she’s purposefully edging me.
Well, two can play at that game.
Her intention was obviously to take me into her mouth once again, but I’m in charge here.