Chapter 21
Danica
M y system was in a full blown riot. I knew I should shove Smoke away and go back to living together without mixing sex into the equation. The problem was, I didn’t want to.
All it took was one of his long, heat-filled looks to get my pulse pounding and my panties damp. When he touched me? I had no hope. He was the one in control while I was currently melting into a puddle of delighted sensations around him.
My chest was heaving as his thigh rubbed just the right place and his fingers and mouth were just shoving me further toward an orgasm. Everything has been so chaotic since I found out I was pregnant, it was kind of nice to just…let go.
The last time you ‘just let go’ you got pregnant.
Smoke wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me, I knew that. I’d been living with the man for such a small time frame, and yet I already trusted him in that. It was safe to fall apart in his arms. Maybe not for my heart, but for everything else, I knew he’d be there to catch me.
“Smoke. Please,” I gasped, needing something, but not sure what. This was probably the hottest thing that had ever happened to me. A wild, sexy biker pinning me against the wall and forcing me to come. Only…I couldn’t seem to finish.
Groaning in frustration, I dropped my head back against the drywall with a thump.
My nails were once again digging into his skin as I fought with my body.
I wanted an orgasm just as much as it was demanding one, so why couldn’t I come?
Why did it always have to be this way? Eli used to get so angry with me for this exact thing.
“Get the fuck out of your head,” Smoke growled into my ear.
I huffed out a laugh. “That’s easier said than done ,” I squealed the last word as he palmed my ass cheeks and lifted me straight into the air. Wrapping my legs around him was more self-preservation than anything. I didn’t want him to drop me.
There wasn’t time to enjoy the way our bodies rubbed together, because he strode into my bedroom.
I gasped as he dropped me onto the bed. I had only just finished bouncing when he dragged my shorts and panties off with one pull.
My eyes widened, but I didn’t tell him no.
His expression was daring me to. Jutting out my chin, I stayed stubbornly silent.
His chuckle rumbled as he slowly pulled my legs apart. His hands were wrapped around my calves, and I enjoyed the feel of his strength. He wasn’t looking me in the eyes anymore. He was too focused on my pussy.
My breath caught in my throat as he settled in between my legs. I was too far gone to care about my previous desire to keep things platonic between us. Smoke had a way of derailing all of my plans. Hopefully that wasn’t going to be a common occurrence between us.
My thoughts scattered when he latched his mouth onto my flesh and began to suck. Eyes rolling back into my head, I was forced to do exactly what he’d demanded before. There was no way for me to be stuck inside my mind when he started lashing my clit with the tip of his tongue.
I now knew what I’d been missing before. I needed more pressure. My breath shuddered out of me as he slid a finger inside my pussy and I gasped out his name. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” I chanted and begged at the same time. I was so close.
Eli had never managed to work me up into a begging, sobbing mess. Orgasms with him had been like a ripple on the shore of a lake, shallow and finished quickly. That was when he was able to get me off.
With Smoke? This was building into a volcanic eruption level event.
I was a little afraid of what was going to happen once I lost it.
Not enough to stop, of course. My hands yanked on his hair as I arched my hips up toward him.
One huge hand planted itself on my right hip, shoving me down into the bed.
“I’ll eat you how I want. Stay where I put you,” he ordered, his words vibrating against my pussy.
All I could do was groan. I liked that he was bossy in bed.
Actually, I kind of liked how bossy and possessive he was out of it, too.
It made me feel wanted. And since he hadn’t spoken of what would happen with us once our baby was born, it was the only reassurance I was getting at the moment from him.
I’d take it, for now. I wasn’t going to push yet. It was way too early for that.
“You’re doing it again,” he growled. He shifted and half his body covered mine as his hand wrapped around my throat.
My eyes widened and my body stilled as he moved slowly, bringing his face to mine, invading my space.
“Shut your brain off. Quit getting distracted, or I’m just going to fuck you instead.
Won’t be a loss for me. You’re the one who wants to wait on that and get to know one another. ”
“I… You…”
His fingers squeezed, digging into my neck just enough to act as a warning. “I’ll give you what you want, Wildcat. I won’t fuck you just yet. As long as you behave. Now. I want you to come for me so I can lick up all that delicious wetness.”
What could I say to that? Any of it? I sucked in a breath when he released his hold on my throat.
I hadn’t been worried he’d hurt me. In fact, my pussy had clenched when he’d done it.
I wasn’t a kinky kind of girl…or so I’d thought.
Maybe I’d just never had the right partner to explore what I liked with.
Blanking out my mind at Smoke’s warning glare, I watched as he slid back between my legs. It had always been a struggle for me to come. Even when I masturbated. It was hard for me to get me off. I couldn’t blame a guy if he got frustrated.
“You taste so fucking good.” His eyes flicked up and met mine. His tongue slid down and lapped at my entrance. “I could do this all day.”
My brows drew together. He really seemed to be enjoying it. Eli had acted like it was a chore he had to do in order to gain access to my body.
As though he could read my doubt in my expression, he lifted his head and grinned at me. “If I could only do one thing the rest of my life, it’d be eating pussy.” He frowned. “Shit. Wait. I need two things. Eating pussy and riding my Harley.”
I didn’t want to ask if it mattered to him if it was only one pussy he had to eat forever, or if he’d insist on a variety.
I knew he was a playboy, or fuck boy as Keely liked to say.
He slept around, and often. He’d admitted it to me the night we’d met.
At that time, it hadn’t mattered because I didn’t think I’d ever see him again.
Now all I could do was worry about whether I could reform him or not.
Was it stupid to want to keep a man like him? Yes. Could I control the urge? No.
He’d gone back to setting my body on fire. Every time I got distracted and had to build back up again, it made all the sensations stronger. Usually by now, I faked an orgasm to get out of having to sit around waiting. But before I hadn’t been enjoying what was being done to me.
This I was enjoying. Immensely. I didn’t want it to end. He slid two fingers inside me and the stretch as he stuffed me full was startling. I groaned and ground myself against him.
“Maybe you just need a little more prompting,” he said. There was a smile in his voice. He wasn’t angry or irritated that I was taking forever to get off. He was taking it as a challenge. Experimenting to see what my body needed.
His fingers withdrew from my body and he rubbed them against my pussy, spreading around the wetness he found there. I was soaked for him, my body prepared to take it to the next level.
A little sigh left my lips when he pushed his fingers into me again. My eyes fluttered shut. He’d given my clit a break, watching as he caressed me, then penetrated me once more.
“Do you trust me?”
That was an odd question in the moment. “Of course,” I replied automatically, unsure of why he was asking. Before I could follow up my response with a question, he was doing something that had my eyes shooting open.
Lifting my head, I stared down at him in complete shock, but my body just hummed in pleasure.
He’d once again sucked my clit into his mouth at the same time as his pinky finger probed my backdoor. It all happened so fast. Everything was so lubed up down there, he didn’t have any trouble at all slipping his digit right into my ass.
I squeaked in alarm and tried to move away from him, but his free hand grasped my hip, pinning me in place. I’d never felt so full. I’d never felt any of this because no one had ever been allowed to touch back there, let alone penetrate. “Smoke!”
His lips pulled up into a grin, not that I could see it. He ignored my worried cry and focused on the task at hand. His fingers were still, giving me time to adjust, but once he started moving I couldn’t speak.
It’s difficult to chastise someone when you can't breathe. His hand was moving, causing his fingers to slide in and out of me, of both areas. My cry was hoarse and it was like someone had just taken the lust-o-meter and cranked it up to ten. How was this even possible? I wasn’t into butt play.
That I knew of. It just sounded…unsanitary.
My body didn’t seem to care, and now my mind was fully on board as well. The sensations bombarding me were overwhelming and all I could do was sob out breaths and try not to die. Not to be over dramatic, but that’s what he was doing to me, killing me. In the best possible way.
The coil inside of me was cranking tighter, and it was seconds away from snapping.
Teeth closed down on my clit and the sting of pain sent pleasure crashing in around me as though I was in the middle of a maelstrom.
My scream could probably be heard throughout the clubhouse, but I was done caring because I was being drowned in my orgasm.
I didn’t know how long I laid there as my body relaxed into the aftermath of a mind-blowing orgasm, but when I looked up, I was met with Smoke’s satisfied smirk. I couldn’t even work up the energy to be annoyed at him.
“That was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” he told me. When I frowned at him, he shrugged. “I like watching you come. Going to do it as much as possible.”
I didn’t have the breath to argue with him.
If he wanted to give me that at every possible chance…
Did I really want to stop him? It was a dangerous game, because there were already metaphorical hearts floating around my head right now.
I was going to end up attached to him and he was going to grow bored of me.
It was my worst fear, and one that had a possibility of becoming reality.
I shoved away the negative thoughts, determined to enjoy my first orgasm since I’d been with him over a month ago.
He crawled up my body, causing my heart to skip a beat. I already knew from experience that he liked to play, a lot, before the main event. But he’d said there wasn’t going to be any fucking. I was appreciative of that. Almost as much as I was disappointed by it.
I ran my hands up under his shirt, skating them over muscle upon muscle. “I love your body,” I said, the words spilling out before I could stop them.
“Mmmm,” he said, his face already buried back in my neck.
A knock on the door cracked through the quiet apartment and made me jump. Gasping, I shoved at him, as if we were teenagers about to get caught.
He groaned and flopped over onto his back next to me. “Seriously?” He muttered something about cock blocking and rolled off the bed.
I scrambled to find my shorts and panties and tugged them on before poking my head out the bedroom doorway. Lockout looked over at me and gave me a friendly nod. Smiling at him, I waved, then shut the door so they could have some privacy.
Flopping back onto the bed, I covered my face with my hands then groaned. Somehow, I kept finding myself back in these situations. I’d never experienced them before so I knew for a fact whose fault it was. Smokehouse’s. He was too sexy for my own good.
The door opened and I looked over. Smoke was leaning against the doorframe, staring at me with those bedroom eyes of his.
“That was quick.”
“What?” I asked.
He grinned. “Already back in that head of yours.” My mouth dropped open and I started to say something, but he cut me off. “Lockout called church. We need to go over the game plan for tomorrow. It might be a while.”
My eyes dropped down the front of his pants, unable to help myself. Maybe it was best that he was getting called away before we finished what we’d started. Not that I wanted to be a selfish lover, but it was obvious I couldn’t refrain from getting frisky with the man.
“I’ll be back later, Wildcat.”
I wasn’t sure if that was a warning, or a promise. A shiver of anticipation skated up my spine as he turned and left. One thing was for sure. Life with Smokehouse wouldn’t be boring.