Chapter Three
Jacie
This bloke was going to drive me crazy. He’d already made me come once with his mouth and he wanted to do it again? Had I caught myself the mythical beast of an orally fixated man? Shifting my hands so my fingers were wrapped around my tender nipples, I squeezed both until my back arched and my legs fell open on their own accord.
“That’s it, babe. Fuck, so damn pretty. I like that you’re bare, can see exactly how wet you are for me. Get every drop of your cream.”
Releasing the monster he’d been tugging on, he reached for my ankles and pulled me toward him, until my arse was near the edge of the mattress.
“Feet up.”
He guided each leg until my feet rested with my heels up tight against my butt but spread wide enough I could feel the air of the room against my core. He dropped to his knees and with a palm on either side, he used his thumbs to spread me open, like he had earlier, but now he had more room. After smirking up at me, he blew a steady stream of air over my folds and exposed clit, that was still sensitive after my last orgasm.
“Don’t forget about those tits, babe. Don’t wanna have to stop to remind you. Want you teasing them until they’re so sensitive, when I rub my beard over them later you’ll come from that alone.”
A shudder rocked through me at his words and he laughed, low and deep, while he leaned in and stroked that talented tongue of his through my folds, stabbing in deep before curling up and brushing over just the right spot.
“Trident!”
Knowing he’d struck gold, he kept teasing the spot with his tongue for a minute before he pulled out and wrapped those soft lips of his around my clit. I jerked when he first made contact, which resulted in me tugging hard on my nipples. The flash of pain mixed with my arousal making me groan as I cupped my breasts, pressing against my tender tips with some care now. I’d always had sensitive nipples and they were now hyper-sensitive. I knew tomorrow that my every move would have my bra brushing over them and reminding me of tonight.
He slid two fingers easily into my core as he kept suckling on my clit. I tilted my hips, wanting more, and he delivered, adding a third digit as he continued to finger-fuck me. On each withdrawal, he spread his fingers apart, stretching me and delivering a delicious burn with each stroke that had me spiraling closer to climax.
I’d been a little shocked when I’d first seen his cock. Fully erect, he was long and thick. Larger than any other man I’d been with, and I couldn’t wait to feel him deep within me. Just thinking about how well he’d fill me up had me spasming with a mini climax, my walls clamping down on his invading fingers. Moving his mouth to my inner thigh, with a growl, he took a mouthful of flesh. Then before I could guess what he had planned, he sucked hard, marking me, as he jammed what had to be four fingers into my still quivering channel, his thumb grazing over my sensitized clit on each thrust.
Throwing my hands out, I gripped fists full of bedding as my back arched off the mattress. The burn of his fingers stretching me, the sting of his mouth marking my thigh, the barely there touches on my hyper sensitive clit, it all added to the fire boiling within me. After several strokes, he pulled free and returned with only two fingers. I whimpered at the loss until he curled them up and rubbed back and forth over my g-spot. My every muscle tightened as pleasure flooded my system.
“That’s it, Ula’ula M?’ī .”
I writhed on the bed, caught between wanting more and trying to escape. His beard tickled my other thigh a moment before his lips made contact, sucking on my skin to mark me as he’d done the other side earlier and the pain sent my pleasure sky high. Shattering apart, I cried out as I came so bloody hard my ears rung and my vision blacked out.
Blinking clear my vision, I licked my lips and worked on getting my eyes to focus on Trident. Reaching my arms out for him, he grinned down at me, but didn’t lean in straight away. He grabbed that thick erection of his, lined the head up with my opening and before I could utter a word, he slammed in all the way to the root.
“Fuck!”
My back arched again as my entire being shuddered at the invasion. He pulled slowly out before he thrust back inside me, deep. My core rippled around him, an aftershock of my previous orgasm. With a moan, he paused, his cock twitching within me. He was so damn big, filling me completely — even with how wet he’d gotten me, with how he’d stretched me, it still burned. My eyes watered but I didn’t want him to stop. This wasn’t simply pain, this was something more. Something I’d never felt and didn’t know how to describe: yes, there was a sting each time he forced his way inside me, a burn as he slid in deep. But it didn’t hurt — the sensation mixed with my arousal and adrenaline from earlier and I knew it wouldn’t take him long to have me coming again.
“Fuck, babe, you’re so damn tight. Can’t get enough.”
He dropped forward on his next thrust in, and I wrapped my arms around his neck as his hands landed on the mattress on either side of my chest. Lowering down, he kissed me. His lips crashing against mine as I lifted my head up to meet him part way. Desperate to have more of him inside me, I opened my lips and he wasted no time thrusting his tongue in to dance with mine. A shudder ran through me as I tasted my musk. It was so fucking dirty but so damn good. Tilting my hips up, I ground against him, circling my hips so I could feel every inch of him inside me. Biting my lower lip, he gave it a tug before he lifted up and grinned down at me, a sparkle in his eyes I’d not seen before.
“You hungry for more, Ula’ula M?’ī ?”
I wanted to know what that meant but I’d worry about it later, because just then he straightened and reached for my left leg, moving it until my ankle rested on his right shoulder.
“Wrap your other leg around my waist, babe.”
I had my right leg around his lean hip almost before he finished speaking, then with a wicked smirk on his sexy face, he leaned forward. His left fist hit the mattress beside me to hold his weight while his other arm wrapped around my leg and reached for my breasts, tweaking each nipple before pinching and twisting them until I wrapped my hand around his left bicep with a moan.
“Trident!”
“That’s right, babe. Hold on tight. Gonna send you to the fuckin’ moon.”
When he planted his right palm on the bed beside me, I wrapped my hand around his bicep, using it to anchor myself. After he pulled back, he paused a second, running his gaze from my eyes, down my body to where we were joined. I lifted my head to follow his lead. With only the head of his cock inside me, I whimpered at the sight of his thick erection, shiny with my juices and poised ready to fill me once more. Anticipation had a rush of liquid heat blooming in my core a moment before he slammed deep again.
I cried out at how much deeper he went with my legs spread as they were. Unable to keep my head up, I let it drop back, closing my eyes and digging my fingers into the hard muscles of his arms, and my heel into his tight ass, as he set about fucking me deep and hard.
Needing to see if he was affected as I was, I opened my eyes and looked up to see he was watching me with an intense focus. Biting my lip I arched my back, thrusting my breasts up, wishing he could reach to lick at them. His gaze dropped to my offering and with a growl, he rose up. My hands slipped from his arms, falling to the bed as I moaned at how good his cock felt twitching deep within me as he lowered my leg, guiding it until I wrapped it around his waist.
“Lock your ankles together, babe.”
Wondering what he was gonna do, I followed his instructions. As soon as I did, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and continued to kiss him while his palms slid underneath me: one cupping my ass, one between my shoulder blades. Breaking the kiss, I squealed when he lifted me. Trident buried his face into my neck — kissing, nipping, using his beard to tickle me as he walked away from the bed. With each step his cock moved in interesting ways that had me tightening my thigh muscles and grinding down on his length. His chuckle was deep and gravely and had my body responding with a fresh flood of liquid.
“Fuck, you’re perfect, Ula’ula M?’ī . Unlink your ankles, and hold on to my shoulders for a minute.”
He moved quickly to get my legs over his arms before gripping my waist in his palms. Then he stepped forward until my back hit a wall. I arched away from the cool surface and with a growl, he leaned down to lick over my nipples. Suckling each one a moment before he straightened and briefly took my mouth again.
Then his hips started to move and my brain short-circuited. Holy smokes, this position had me open wide to his invasion. His thrusts took him even deeper, his cock-head touching my cervix each time he bottomed out. The sting of pain with each tap sent a thrill through me that left my head rolling back and forth against the wall, my fingers slipping in the sweat coating his skin until I dug my nails into his upper biceps as I tried to hang on, to find something to anchor myself in the storm that was Trident.
He went wild on me, pounding at a rough pace I’d never have thought I’d like, but did. Well, I didn’t like it, I fucking loved it. Trident was ruining me for any other man but that didn’t matter, not when another climax was building within me.
“So fuckin’ good. I’m not gonna last long, but you’re comin’ with me, Ula’ula M?’ī .”
Without losing his rhythm, he released my right leg, lowering it until my foot was on the floor, then his hand dove between us, going straight for my clit. He flicked and pinched at it as he kept driving in deep, no longer bottoming out but that didn’t make it any less powerful. Every stroke in had my walls rippling around him, every touch to my clit had my pulse increasing. Sweat slicked my body, running down between my breasts as I panted, chanting his name.
“Now, babe. Come for me right fucking now!”
With that he slammed in hard, holding himself deep. His cock kicked within me and warmth bloomed as he filled me up. Panic flared inside me as I realized he hadn’t worn a bloody condom, until he distracted me by pinching my clit as he buried his face in against my neck, the brush of his beard over my flesh mixed with the arousal already spiraling within me and my mind emptied of everything but him. The pleasure he was drowning me with. When he turned his face and sucked on the skin just above my collarbone, marking me, it was enough to push me over the edge. Sending me flying to the stars with how hard I orgasmed.
***
Moaning, I woke to an aching body. What the bloody hell had happened? Had I been in a car accident or something? Then flashes of memory began rolling through my mind and heat flared between my thighs and my hips tilted forward, my core wanting to be filled again.
Biting my lip to stop a groan from escaping, I peeked through lowered lashes to see if Trident was still beside me. The moonlight streaming in through the window spotlit him. Fucking hell, even in his sleep he looked all masculine and sexy as fuck. How was I meant to resist? We hadn’t pulled the covers up after our last round so he lay sprawled out on his back, one leg out at an angle and his dick laid against it. Even soft, he was big. I bit my lip even harder, until I tasted blood, in order to resist the urge I suddenly had to lean down and take him in my mouth. To feel him harden against my tongue before I straddled him and slid down that delicious length and rode him.
No. Bad Jacie. Bikers are off the menu. Last night was a one off. No repeats.
That made me sigh, because dammit, I sorta wanted to break my rule about bikers that I’d only made last night. Trident let out a small snore and I snapped out of my daydream. I needed to be gone from here before he woke. While I had spent much of the previous night mindless, I did recall all the possessive shit he’d said to me. Along with the fact that he hadn’t used a single condom. I kept meaning to bring it up, but then he’d get his hands, or mouth, on me and my brain shut down. So I couldn’t risk that happening again this morning. Thankfully, I was on the pill, but that didn’t prevent diseases. I slipped from the bed as carefully and quietly as I could. Looking around I spotted my jeans, bra and shirt but no knickers. The increasing amount of moisture coating my inner thighs now that I’d stood up meant going commando wasn’t an option. Seeing Trident’s boxer-briefs, I snagged those along with my clothes and rushed over to the bathroom. After a quick clean up and making a pad out of loo paper to soak things up, I dressed and finger combed back my hair. It was a curly chaotic mess, and I couldn’t do much with it right now, but I did what I could.
Stepping back into the main room, I took in Trident one last time. Still fast asleep, snoring lightly. Man was a work of art, and damn, did he know exactly how to use that fabulous dick of his. And his tongue. And his fingers. Shaking my head, I scolded myself again and headed to the door. No matter how tempting it was to go crawl into bed with him again, I couldn’t do it. Nope. I was not going to be the property of some biker. No matter how hot, or how good at blowing my mind, he was.
Slipping out into the hallway, I looked up and down, relieved to see it was clear. I tiptoed down to the room I’d left my stuff in last night, where I’d originally intended to sleep, and unlocked the door. Thankfully, the key had stayed put in my jeans pocket. I rushed to get inside and the door locked behind me. Then I leaned back against it and closed my eyes on a sigh.
What the fuck had I done last night? Unprotected sex with a stranger! A much older, sexy biker of a one-percenter club who no doubt fucked all sorts of skanky women without gloving up. I was going to have to go get tested. It would take fucking months before I’d know I was all clear. Not exactly the birthday present I’d been looking for.
Scrubbing my hands over my face, I felt like screaming into them. But I resisted the urge, not wanting to draw attention. With a tired sigh, I went over to my bag and grabbed the oversized shirt I’d brought to sleep in, some knickers and my toiletries bag before heading to the bathroom. A hot shower was what I needed to clear my head and hopefully ease some of my aches, not that I was complaining. I’d thoroughly enjoyed earning them. Which was a problem because I’d liked it so much, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to resist Trident if I saw him again. Assuming he would still be interested in me with the way I’d just snuck away from him. I’d need to hide out here until the other club headed off before I could risk leaving. And I’d make sure if I ever came back to the Charon MC clubhouse, it wasn’t when any of the SCMC brothers were going to be around.