9. Chapter Nine
Chapter Nine
Gray’s mouth caps over my nipple, his tongue tracing lazy circles. He’s got me right where he wants me. Teetering on the edge of bliss and insanity. I’ve never wanted anything more than him.
Than to be with him. To be his.
If he doesn’t take me soon, he’s going to be the death of me.
My brother is going to be planning my funeral.
The way Braxton Gray handles me with such care is nothing short of amazing. He knows how to touch me. What to say to me.
The things that leave those torturous lips would scandalize a porn star. He says the filthiest things while kissing me. Telling me everything he’s going to do to me. It’s erotic.
My skin is on fire. I’m so turned on and he’s not even touched my pussy. He’s been concentrating all his attention on my mouth and my breasts. Every time I try to touch him, he slaps my hand away.
He says this is about pleasing me, but I want to take care of him, too.
I want to use my mouth and tongue on him, even though I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve saved every piece of me for one man and one man only. Him.
I know it is old-fashioned, but there’s never been anyone else I’ve wanted to kiss. And sure, I’ve kissed other guys, but that’s it, and none of them could ever compare to him. To the biker I love. I’ve always loved.
“Jesus, Low. You’re burning up, baby.” His lips trail my neck as he runs his rough fingers up and down my side. I squirm and wiggle beneath him, trying to create some friction between the knee he has pressed between my legs and my pussy.
He grins at me. So damn pleased with himself.
“You won’t be laughing when I choke the shit out of you.”
He grabs my hand and wraps it around the front of his neck. His Adam’s apple bobs. “You can give it your best shot, but how will I eat your tasty little cunt if I’m dead?”
“Mmm.” My thoughts drift to his facial hair rough against the smooth skin of my inner thighs.
“Is that what you need, pipsqueak? You want my tongue down there?” he licks one of my fingers and I whimper.
“I want…I want to taste you.” I slide my hand down his bare chest, trailing to his abs, tracing his muscles down to the V-shape that dips below the waistline of his jeans. He’s got to be painfully hard and in need of a release.
I cup him over his jeans.
“Let me take care of you.” I nudge his shoulder and he falls onto his back.
I grin like I’ve just won a grand prize.
I straddle his hips. The bulge in his boxer briefs presses up against my crotch of my soaked undies.
I rock against him as I bend forward to kiss his chest. It’s my turn to do the teasing.
He grips my hips, holding me in place. “You’re playing a dangerous game,” he growls.
“Sometimes it’s good to be a little reckless,” I whisper before I bite one of his nipples. I imagine this is what it feels like to be loved. Chaotic. Wild. Fucking feral.
“You’ve got me all fucked up,” he tells me.
“Good.” I roll my hips and his eyes go back in his head.
“Fuck, Low. Do that again.”
I grind harder on him, feeling a delicious ache where our bodies are meeting. I reach down between us, freeing his heated flesh from the confines of his boxer briefs. It’d be so easy to pull my panties to the side and let him inside me. I want to feel him so bad.
I know what he said about deserving me, but I don’t want to wait. He grips the sides of my panties, pulling them tight against me. The head of his cock presses against me and I can almost feel him skin to skin. He thrusts his hips and my head falls back. The tips of my hair dust his thighs.
“I could come like this,” his voice comes out all husky, full of need.
“You could?” I roll my hips, biting my lip.
“Yeah.” He presses a hand to the small of my back, drawing me back up as he sits up to meet my mouth.
I grip his length, rubbing the head of him against my soaked panties. “I want to feel you. Please, Brax.”
“The way you say my name is so damn pretty, Willow.”
“Fuck me.”
“Not yet.” He shakes his head, and I want to cry.
“I’m yours. And you feel like mine. There’s nothing or no one to stop us.”
“I’m going to worship you until I’m worthy, baby.”
“You are.” I shake my head. My body is trembling with need.
He rolls us over so that he’s on top and I smile, believing he’s going to give in. His lips move down my neck as he pulls my panties down my thighs. His fingers enter me, and I nearly come undone from the sensation.
He finger-fucks me into another world. I don’t know how many times I get off. I’m on the verge of passing out. Every bone in my body is goo, but it doesn’t stop me from putting my mouth on him.
I kiss the tip of his bulbous head. “I have to warn you. I’ve never done this before.”
“You don’t have to,” he croaks. I hear the pain in his voice and see it etched around the tight lines of his face. He needs this as much as I need to do it. “I don’t want you to confuse love with lust,” he tells me, and a knife slices through my heart.
He doesn’t love me yet, but he will.
“I won’t.” I already do.
I wrap a fist around his base like I’ve seen women do in porno flicks. I lick the pearly bead of liquid from the tip, and he groans. I love the guttural sound. I want to hear it over and over again.
I move my fist up and down, stroking his length while testing the limits of how far I can stretch my lips as I wrap my lips around him and suck.
His fingers thread in my hair at the nape of my neck. His hips move as he pushes my head up and down. I gag and choke on his dick as tears blur my eyes. The corners of my mouth burn and my jaws ache every time they hollow, but the pain is worth it to hear him moan with pleasure.
“I’m close.” He pulls me off him and takes over jerking himself off while I watch. His dick erupts. I gather his come on the tip of my finger and bring it to my mouth to taste him. I don’t know what I thought he’d taste like, but it’s salty and slightly bitter.
“C’mere.” He gathers me to his side as he uses my tank top to clean himself off. I curl into him, knowing that I’m a complete goner for this man. I’m addicted. Obsessed.
I want to tell him I love him, but he already knows and I don’t want to freak him out with those three very big words.
I awaken to Gray fully dressed and holding a travel mug of coffee out to me from the doorway of my tent.
I rub my eyes and yawn. Then look down, relieved to see I’m wearing his t-shirt.
I don’t remember putting it on and wonder if he dressed me.
Last night comes flooding back, and I squeeze my thighs together because already I want to do it again.
He smiles as if he knows exactly what I’m thinking.
“Get up, pipsqueak, and get your stuff packed up. Need to take the tent down.”
“Or you could get naked.” I bat my lashes at him.
“I wish. Come on. We’ve got a long day ahead of us.”
“Meanie,” I grumble accepting the coffee.
“I’ve been called worse.” The tent flaps close and I’m left alone with my coffee and my thoughts.
I yawn and take a sip. I don’t want to move. The tent flaps part and Madz sticks her head in.
“Let’s go, sleepyhead.”
I groan and she smiles big. “Someone had a good time judging by your hair.” She laughs as I touch a hand to the rat’s nest that is my hair.
“It up. I’ll help you tame whatever is going on with all that.”
“Have I told you how much I love you?”
“Are you still drunk?”
“Maybe a little.” I pinch my fingers together.
“First, let’s sort out that hair. Then we will do something for that hangover.” Madz sits behind me, running a brush through my hair, and I wonder if this is what it would have been like had my mother given me an older sister and not a bunch of stinky brothers.
“Why are you being so nice to me?”
“Do I need a reason?”
“I mean, I’m kind of with the guy you’ve got a thing for.”
“I admit it’s a little weird seeing you two together, but I don’t know. He’s different with you, and I want him to be happy, even if it won’t ever be with me.”
“That’s really sweet.”
She holds the brush in front of my face. “Don’t go spreading that around.”
I laugh. “I promise. As long as you don’t go telling anyone about Gray and me. We’re taking things slow.”
“What you two do is your business.” She parts my hair and parts it into four braids. Two rows on each side of my head.
“How did you get so good at braiding hair?”
“I grew up in the system and we didn’t have much. I learned to do hair, and the cheerleaders at school would pay me to do their hair before games.” She shrugs.
“You’re really good at it.”
“Thank you.”
The tent flap opens, and my brother looks in at us and glowers. “You’re not even dressed.”
Madz and I share a look, and we both burst out laughing.
“Hurry it up. I’ve got shit to do.”
“Yes, sir.” I salute him.
“Get dressed. I
“I’ll start packing you up,” Madz orders.
If I didn’t love Gray and we weren’t making a go of being together, I’d want him with Madz. She deserves a hot biker to treat her right.