Chapter Five
Sunny
“Where are we going?” I ask, breathless, as Bones drags me from the communal kitchen and through several short corridors until we reach an office labelled Killface.
Bones knocks on the door and when no one answers she bustles inside, pulling me after her. “We won’t be disturbed here,” she says, clicking the lock closed behind us.
“Who’s Killface?” I ask, searching the room for clues.
“My brother,” she answers with a smirk over her shoulder before pulling me into a small bathroom.
It’s nothing fancy—hell, it’s inside a chop shop—but it has a glass-enclosed shower cubicle, a sink, and a toilet—everything you could need.
Bones locks the door behind us, dropping her cuts and my satchel on the floor.
Then she pulls off her gloves, revealing the most impressive and epic hand ink I’ve ever seen.
The tops of her hands bear the likeness of anatomically correct bones, starting at the wrist and ending at her fingertips.
“Bones,” I say, before I can stop myself. “Your ink ... it’s beautiful.”
Bones offers me a half smile then reaches into the cubicle. Turning the shower on, she wastes no time adjusting the water. The beautiful Latina has the taps manipulated in an instant, her work done.
She turns to me, standing tall beside the sink.
Her deep brown eyes appear almost black—just like her hair—and they drink me in with an intensity that has me squeezing my thighs together in wanting.
Then she pounces on me like a sleek and territorial panther, pinning my body against the only exit and I’m a goner.
As her lips crash into my mine, my breath rushes out of me, and I moan into her mouth.
She presses her firm and strong body into my soft and abundant curves and it’s heavenly.
I can’t remember ever feeling such an overwhelming and desperate need for physical intimacy.
With Bones standing a head and a half taller than me—and I think a handful of years older—she dominates me in a way that’s as powerful and intentional as it is sensual and natural.
She makes me feel safe, cherished, and impossibly turned on all at once.
Bones’s hands roam over my shoulders as the kiss deepens, trailing down my sweat-cooled chest to cup and grope my breasts.
Her fingers massage and tease, toying with my nipples until I’m panting and they’re straining at my damp dress, hard and pining for more attention.
“You are so beautiful, Sunny,” she whispers, nipping at my ear as she deftly undoes the buttons at the back of my dress.
“You deserve to be treated like a princess.”
My heart hammers in my chest and I can’t help but press myself against her with even greater desire as she peels the sweat-slick fabric from my body, helping me shed it like a second skin .
.. a second chance. “I don’t understand this,” I admit between gasps, suddenly very aware of my throbbing clit.
“But do you like it?” Bones purrs, weaving her thumbs into the elastic of my panties before she begins to inch them down my thick thighs, descending to her knees all the while.
“Oh, my god. What are you—” but I can only finish my sentence on a drawn-out moan that rumbles up from the very pit of my soul.
Bones takes a fierce hold of my hips, her fingers digging almost painfully into my flesh as she buries her face in my bare pussy, her tongue darting out to assault, tease, and torture my already puffy and overstimulated clit.
A wave of shame washes over me at the thought of the day’s heat, our ride, and my resulting Harley Davidson induced orgasm. “You don’t have to,” I gasp out. “Maybe we should wash first?” But it seems the beautiful Latina gives precisely zero fucks.
Bones stops briefly to look up at me, her gaze hard, hungry, and glazed with lust. “I want to taste you,” she says, a warning in her tone that brooks no argument.
Like ice cream melting on a sweltering day, I cave on her tongue, using the door at my back for support as my knees weaken with every passing second.
My dark, mysterious, and beautiful rider stops again, her tattooed fingers stroking my slick mess of a pussy. “Do you like it?” she asks again, her voice seductive yet aloof.
Head spinning, and already perilously close to the edge, I whimper at the absence of her delicious, hot mouth and wickedly talented tongue. “What?” I ask vaguely, lost in a whirlwind of sensation.
Bones slides one elegant finger inside me and her gaze never leaves mine. She begins to pump slowly—purposefully, each stroke punctuated with an anguish-inducing pause. “Do you like it?” she repeats, enunciating each word separately.
And then it dawns on me. I didn’t answer her before when I admitted to how I felt about this—us. “Fuck. I like it, I swear. Please, don’t stop!” I beg in a rush of hot breath and frustration.
Satisfied, Bones works a second finger inside me and curls them toward my G-spot. “God, you are so tight, sunshine.”
I glow at her compliment, my naked ass sliding up and down the door as I bear down to fuck her fingers. “More,” I urge. “Please.”
Grasping one of my plump ass cheeks, Bones continues to tease me, chuckling in the most gloriously sexy and dark way all the while. “Are you sure you can take three, Daisy Girl?”
Raw, wild, and remorseless, desire roars through me like fire, singeing the last thread of my patience.
“Yes,” I rasp, grinding myself against her, all thoughts of shame and modesty long forgotten.
I groan and thrust my hips forward as I feel Bones mercifully slide a third finger in.
“Fuck!” I cry out, my voice almost breaking on a sob as my ecstasy builds.
Bones’s hands are so soft and elegant looking with their short, black lacquered nails, but they know exactly how to unravel me.
Bones purrs and coos as she pumps my pussy relentlessly, tucking her pinky under to plunge most of her tattooed hand into my heat. “You are such a good girl,” she praises. “I’m going to give you my whole fist soon. Would you like that, baby?”
The promise of a deeply sensual fisting by a beautiful woman has me clenching around her fingers, my insides quivering as she plunders my G-spot over and over, her nails digging into my ass all the while.
I feel their pressure break the skin, and just like that the crescents of her nails are immortalized on my flesh, angry little red marks of possession and passion. “Yes! God, please, yes...”
“Good girl,” Bones croons. “You fit me like a glove.”
My pussy shudders, spasming under Bones’s onslaught like a little whore, and I reach down to play with my clit, unable to wait a second longer for the release I so desperately crave.
Three excruciating heartbeats later and pleasure explodes from my core, burning through me to race along every nerve in my body.
It scorches my senses and blurs my vision.
“Holy fuck,” I gasp as I wobble against the door, the intensity of my orgasm smashing over me like waves breaking over a reef, one after another.
Even as I fall, Bones fucks me, triggering me into a frenzy of oversensitivity.
And then, just when it feels like I’m going to die, and can take no more, an anguished cry of raw ecstasy tears itself from my throat.
Her efforts send me over the edge and I come again.
Like an angel with broken wings, I plummet into eternity as Bones pumps me like a demon, eking every last sinfully sweet morsel out of my dual release.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” I scream at the ceiling, my voice echoing in the small, austere bathroom to break on a strangled sob. Without warning, my legs give out on me and darkness creeps in, lurking at the edges of my consciousness.