Chapter 8
Doubting yourself is normal, but letting it stop you is a choice. - Mel Robbins
L acey
I get it, he’s frustrated, it’s no secret. So am I, and it only serves to make me want him more. All these interruptions have only added to the buildup of us not getting to be intimate yet together. When it finally happens, we may burst into flames at this rate. I’m going crazy inside for him.
He allows me to climb off his bike first, and I pause, holding him in place so he stays where he’s at. His confused stare finds mine briefly before I step into his space, my thighs pressing against the side of his leg. It only takes a moment to register what I want, and he’s dragging me closer, arm wrapping around my waist as his lips find mine. The kiss is consuming, his mouth easily dominating mine, but I’d expect nothing less. He’s already wound up and me tempting him further only tests the grip he has on the leash holding him in check.
With a needy groan reflecting my desire building for him, he’s lifting and shifting me until I’m on the bike with him, but in the front and facing him. We make out like it’s the only thing left to do in the world, tasting each other so thoroughly I’ll never be able to kiss another man and not think of Asher when doing so. He’s ruined kissing for me, and I can’t be angry over it because with him, it’s that good. His hands on my thighs have me scooting closer, my legs over the tops of his until his hands move to my butt to shift my body even closer. Fully on his lap, my pussy matches up to the rock-hard cock restrained in his jeans and the pressure has us both moaning low in our throats. His hips thrust up while tugging me into his thrust and the pressure to my clit has my vision blurring with bright stars appearing overhead. He continues the movement over and over, kissing up and down my throat, sucking, licking, biting. I’m too far gone in the motions and the sensations. I’m lost to anything else in the world but him and I and how he’s making my body feel.
“You test me, fuck, you make me lose myself,” he rasps as his mouth moves lower, biting my tit over my shirt. Another thrust, another moan, and I’m spiraling. Head thrown back, eyes to the heavens as Asher grabs my breasts, his big hands squeezing and pushing them together so he can press his face between them, and I swear I’ve died. Bliss, pure and sinful, slams into me as my orgasm crashes over me. I scream through the orgasm, too consumed by the man pressed against me to remember we’re in a public place.
“Fuck,” he mumbles, chest moving with his quick breaths and pounding heart. “Made me come in my pants, baby. Can’t remember the last time that happened and here you got me on my bike, dreaming of your wet cunt, while coming like a motherfucking geyser.”
My slack jawed expression morphs into a pleased smile, then I’m pressing my forehead against his. A quiet laugh escapes me and with it, he leans in to press a soft kiss to the tip of my nose.
“Fuckin’ cute, Lacey, you know that? Now get off so we can get the fuck outta here and go inside. I need to change.”
His words have me climbing off while snickering and watching him climb off, knowing his pants are splashed all over inside with the evidence he lost his control with me. As soon as he’s close again, he grabs my hand, intertwining our fingers, and it hits me that ever since I showed up here, he’s been holding my hand every chance he gets. It’s sweet, and at first, I thought it was just to lead me into the club, but now I know it’s just him wanting to touch me.
It’s been a while since I’ve dated a guy, but I think that’s what I can consider this between us. At least I hope so, because I don’t want it to only be sexual chemistry and acts in exchange for protection. I want him to need more, like I do. “Asher?” I say his name and then brace for him to lose his head over me forgetting to call him his road name, but he doesn’t. Instead, he meets my gaze, brows raised, as he waits for whatever I’m going to say. “This thing, between us, i-is it just physical in exchange for helping me, or do you really like me?”
He pauses, stepping into my space. His hand moves to cup my cheek as his head tilts, his irises taking in every inch of my face before he admits, “Wanting you is toxic to me.”
My entire demeanor crumbles at his words. I thought I wanted the truth, but I wasn’t expecting it to hurt when I received it.
“Hey,” he catches me turning my head away, bringing me back to meet his intense stare. He presses a gentle kiss to my lips, and it hurts because I crave him so fiercely. “It could never just be physical with you. I thought I could draw the line, but you mean too much to me. You always have.”
My teeth sink into my cheek as my heart soars. His words are the validation I need, and I instantly launch myself at him, wrapping my arms around me. This time when our mouths meet, I pour every ounce of passion and feeling I can into our kiss. I want him to know he is everything to me. I hold on for dear life, pushing my desperation for him into the kiss with each swipe of my tongue until he pulls away, panting. “We need to get inside, my dick is not getting any softer and I’m about to start removing your clothes.”
“Remove them,” I murmur, ready to do anything, anywhere, just to have him inside me.
“I’d be removing my brothers’ eyes as well, cause I know those fuckers are watching us through the window. I’m way too possessive when it comes to you to allow them to see your gorgeous body.”
“With me, or all women?”
“You. Only you, Lacey.” And there goes my heart again, racing for him.
We storm into the club, drawing everyone’s attention in our haste, and I can’t help the spattering of blush rushing over my cheeks in embarrassment. After Asher shared that his brothers would see us through the windows and knowing they witnessed what just went down in the parking lot has me feeling a bit bashful. I was brave out there because I didn’t have to look anyone in the eyes and see their knowing stare returned.
A few women I’ve never seen before that are hanging around the men toss me a silent sneer and I decide right then I’m glad they saw us. I don’t care if they’re jealous, in fact, I want them to be so they know he’s not any of theirs. He’s mine. At least right now he is and that’s all I can concentrate on. If things go south in the future, that’s for future me to deal with, right now I’m saying he’s mine and I don’t care if it angers any of these other women.
My fingers thread through his possessively, effectively putting me closer to him. It doesn’t faze him as he tosses greetings around the club, asking Whiskey for any updates while tucking me under his arm, squeezing my opposite shoulder affectionately. I’m practically purring from his public display as one of my hands wrap around his lower back and the other falls on his firm stomach.
He says something to the guy behind the bar but I’m not paying attention, just relishing in the way he nonchalantly places a kiss on the top of my head in the middle of his conversation, then leads us towards his room. We pass his president on our way and get a nod. It has me beaming because I can feel his approval in me being with his brother and I hope it means Asher won’t try to put up a wall between us again as I know he respects his president and brothers’ opinions.
We finally get to his room after what feels like forever. I may’ve orgasmed outside while I sat on his lap, on his motorcycle, and rode his cock through my clothes, but it was more of an appetizer, and now I want the real thing. Yesterday, he ate me ravenously, then toss in the pent-up tension today, and it has only fed into my mounting desire for him. I’m craving his dick like a fat kid craves cake, and I’m ready for all that frosting he’s got waiting for me.
“Give me a sec,” he mutters, heading for the bathroom. He can take all of two minutes, then I’m storming through the open doorway and hopping on his cock. Ever since I showed up here, it’s been either stress over my brother or foreplay between me and Asher and I’m done waiting.
Shedding my shirt, I toss it onto the bed. He said he wouldn’t fuck me on the bed, so it’s a great place for my clothes. I grab my bag of clothes I packed from my parents and toss it to the side. It only has a few pairs of jeans in it and my sandals. I’d grabbed my cowgirl boots to wear while riding with Asher. I had the whole biker chick look going on with his bandana, my greased-up RBMC tank, tight jeans, and boots. Never thought I could pull the look off, but I think I did okay today. I lose the boots next, then my socks. I pop the snap on my bra and chunk it towards my bag. Flick the button on my jeans, peel them off and throw them on the bed with my shirt. I’m left in a tiny thong and decide to leave it on to gauge Asher’s response. I know we both want me naked, but I want him to grumble, growl, and threaten to rip them off me if I don’t get them off in the next second. It’ll only serve to further turn me on.
I love how fiercely he desires me. It’s an aphrodisiac in its own sense. “If you don’t come out here naked, I’m going in there,” I call out in warning, only to be met with his amused chuckle.
“You sure you know what to do with me naked?” he murmurs, strolling to the doorway. He raises his arm, positioning himself to lean on the doorframe, and my mouth waters in anticipation. His silver piercings glint in the overhead light, pulling my attention to his nipples, and then below to his luscious dick. It’s long, hard, and rests at his belly button. There’s a bit of a happy trail teasing underneath his length while his chest is speckled with hair. Not too much to make it gross, but enough to show he’s all man. He’s no longer the cute teenage boy I had a massive crush on growing up, but this gorgeous man I’m vibrating inside for.
“I want to suck your dick,” I find myself saying aloud.
His mouth twists up into a cocky smirk. “Yeah? How about I let you choke on it while I eat your pretty pussy?”
“Choke? Feeling a bit confident, are we?”
“Oh, you’ll take me all right and my big dick with make you gag around it, squeezing me so fucking perfectly, then your gorgeous eyes will tear up, the salty drops falling from your eyes as I make you take me again and again in your mouth. You’ll be so fucked up from my tongue in your cunt, you’ll want to beg me to stop, all the while begging me to keep going. Then, after you’ve squirmed, screamed, and came all over my mouth, I’ll paint a pretty pearl necklace around your throat while I squeeze it. And, when your muscles are relaxed, believing you’ve wrung me out, I’ll put you on your belly and take you from behind so hard you’ll think you’ve been hit by a bus, but rest assured, baby, it’ll only be my cock. Making you come. Again. Feel free to scream my name, all you want.”
My heart pounds so wildly by the time he’s finished sharing in detail what his plans are for me, my pussy’s already dripping, more than ready for him. My stomach flips, butterflies twisting me up with anticipation. He could probably flick my clit right now and I’d go off for him, I’m that far gone for him.
It’s scary knowing he owns my body so easily when he’s barely begun to touch me. “Please?” I politely ask, wanting everything he’s just teased me with.
The word’s barely left my mouth, and he’s already striding for me, hunger clouding his vision. He has the predator about to claim his prey vibe going for him and every instinct in my body tells me to turn around and run, to escape before he has a chance to claim me and ruin me for anyone else.
I know there’s no way I can let him inside me without him owning my soul and the prospect of him hurting my heart has my muscles tightening up. He reaches for me and I dodge right, barely escaping his touch. With a savage growl he has me in my next breath, his hand on my bicep wrenching me to his solid frame. One hand clutches me tight enough I can’t escape while the other tangles in the back of my hair, gripping it hard enough to wrench my head back and make me whimper. He leans in, his nose running up my cheek, then whispers threateningly, “You run from me, I’ll pin you down and fuck you right now. You think you’re ready for that, but you have no idea just how badly I want you. I want to pleasure your pussy before I break it.”
My chest heaves as I pant, my nipples pebbled to the point I feel like I could etch glass with them. His hardness presses into the side of my thigh and it has me clenching with need to feel him inside me. “Let me suck your cock, I want to have your taste in my mouth,” I whisper, admitting one of my longtime fantasies I’ve had of him. I can still remember the first blowjob I saw on video; it instantly had me imagining doing it to Asher and now here I am with the chance to live it out.
“You want my cum?”
“God, yes.”
“Give me your neck,” He orders, and I instantly comply, tilting my head. His mouth is on the sensitive skin in the next beat. He wastes no time in biting, then sucking hard enough that I cry out, the sound morphing into a moan as the sensations wash over me. I’ve never had a man touch me the way he does, like he knows exactly what my body needs when I have no idea. It’s alarming, discovering I crave this dominant side he wields so easily with me.
He releases me, taking a step back. I’m about to kneel but don’t get the chance when he sideswipes my leg, catching me, flips me, and twists us so we go to the floor together. He takes the brunt of everything and the move was so quick it has me wondering what in the hell just happened and how he pulled it off so smoothly. “Wh- how did that just happen?” I gasp.
I feel his sinister grin against my pussy as he has my legs spread, my core up close and personal with his face. “I train jiu-jitsu, Jailbait; taking you to the ground isn’t the only thing I could do to your body. I could lock you up so you can’t move while I have my wicked way with you.”
The threat has the opposite effect on me, and I grow wetter for him. It’s ridiculously sexy knowing he possesses that kind of raw power, that he truly is my protector, and yet, he’ll never hurt me. His cock bobbing in my face has me refocusing and adjusting so I can stick my tongue out to swipe up the length of him like a big popsicle.