Chapter 8 Lynx
LYNX
I’ve been staring at Reaper all day through the glass door leading to the garage bay. The sculpted muscles of his forearms and biceps glisten with a thin sheen of sweat, the orange glow of the setting sun lighting him up like some kind of heavenly motorcycle god.
It was busy in the shop today, but I kept sneaking glances at the man who made me see stars last night. Not just stars. Reaper showed me an entire universe of pleasure I never could have imagined. And I can’t wait for more.
Checking over the schedule, I see there aren’t any more appointments for the day. The last customer rode away on their freshly tuned-up and polished bike a few minutes ago, which means Reaper and I are alone. Finally.
I shut down the computer and tidy up the front desk before slipping into the garage bay. Reaper doesn’t notice at first, so I take the opportunity to sneak up behind him.
“I like motorcycles, but do you think you could help me find something else to ride?” I ask, barely able to suppress my laughter at my cringey pick-up line.
Reaper turns around, his eyebrows nearly touching his hairline as his wide eyes blink at me. I’ve never seen him so surprised, and I must say, I enjoy it. I’ll have to surprise him more often.
I burst out laughing when his ears turn bright red. Is the revered MC president blushing? Adorable.
“Trying to get me into bed, dandelion?” he asks once he’s recovered from the shock.
“How dare you!” I tease, gasping dramatically.
“I just wanted to be a good secretary and see if you need any help finishing up.” Reaper eyes me suspiciously as I step in front of him, my back pressed up against his chest. I bend over the bike he was working on, my ass brushing against his already half-hard cock.
God, I felt it through his jeans last night, and it’s just as impressive today.
“Careful,” he warns, his hands circling my hips and gently pushing me away.
I stand next to him, studying the motorcycle as if I might problem-solve whatever is broken.
“What’s that part for over there?” I ask, bending over and pointing at nothing in particular.
My breasts graze his forearm, making him groan.
I’ve never seduced anyone before, obviously, but I think I’m getting the hang of it.
Reaper spins me around and presses me against the wall.
He slides his hands down my body, slipping them under the hem of my dress with a frantic energy that matches my own.
I moan when the rough pads of his fingers start stroking my bare skin.
Everywhere his skin touches me burns deliciously, the sensation sinking down deep inside of me.
He presses himself further into me, his thick, hard length rubbing against my core. My aching nipples scrape against the hard planes of his chest, causing a shiver to run down my spine. I reach up, stretching my body to loop my arms around his neck and pull him closer to me.
“Fuck,” Reaper grunts, sounding almost in pain. “Are you trying to kill me, woman?”
“Who, me?” My eyes widen in mock surprise as my lips form a slight pout. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
My growly biker buries his face into the side of my neck, his beard scraping across my skin. I gasp at the sensation, instantly wondering what it would feel like to have his beard rubbing against the insides of my thighs.
“Yes, you, my little minx,” he rasps against the shell of my ear. “You’re giving me all kinds of filthy fucking ideas.”
His words slide down my spine, followed by a liquid heat pooling between my thighs. I’ve never been this turned on before, and he’s hardly touched me. Our gazes lock, our lips mere inches apart. “Like what?” I breathe out, barely above a whisper.
Reaper chuckles, the sound dark and deep as it falls from his lips.
His blue eyes sharpen as they narrow at me.
“Want me to tell you exactly how I’m going to ruin you?
” I feel his growled words more than I hear them.
I nod, and am rewarded by a soft kiss below my ear.
It’s followed by a nip, then his warm tongue soothing the slight sting.
“I’m going to tease you first, frustrate you, and make you beg for more. ”
A whimper lodges itself from my throat, making Reaper smirk against my neck.
“When you can hardly breathe from the intense pressure building up in that sexy body of yours, I’ll finally show you mercy. You’re going to drown me in your release, and I’ll lap up every drop, licking your soaking pussy clean. Would you like that, dirty girl?”
“Yes,” I manage to whisper, barely able to comprehend his filthy, explicit words. They should scare me off, but I find myself writhing against him in anticipation of what’s to come.
The next thing I know, Reaper spins me around again and grips my hips, pulling my back into his front.
I let out a wanton groan when he presses his mouth to the side of my neck, kissing up and down and swirling his tongue over my pulse point.
His lips brush against the shell of my ear, the deep rumble of his voice vibrating through me.
“Put your hands on the wall, Lynx.” I do as he says, looking over my shoulder at him. “Just like that. Fuck, just like that.” Reaper takes a step back, his eyes raking over my body as if he’s pictured this a thousand times. He nods in approval, the hunger in his eyes a palpable thing.
Reaper kneels down behind me, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of my panties and tugging them down in one swift motion. I gasp as the cool air hits my soaking wet folds. My core clenches, and my arousal tickles as it drips down my thighs.
Reaper grabs my ass in his large, capable hands, squeezing the soft flesh and then spreading me wide open for him. I widen my stance, wanting him to have more. To take more. To take it all. “Please,” I whimper. God, is that my voice?
I feel so vulnerable, so exposed, and so, so needy. Reaper has barely touched me, yet my clit is throbbing almost painfully. A growl rumbles up from deep in his chest, and then his lips and nose glide along my slit. I tremble at the featherlight touch, gasping when he breathes me in.
“Jesus,” Reaper grunts. “So damn sweet. Gonna eat this pretty little pussy now, Lynx. Are you ready for that?”
I barely have time to nod before Reaper buries his face into my cunt, licking me from top to bottom. I cry out and scratch at the wall, bracing myself as he teases my opening with the tip of his tongue.
Reaper’s hands roam up and down my thighs, spreading me open as he devours me.
I feel his tongue everywhere; gliding through my folds, playing with my bundle of nerves, darting in and out of my tight hole.
I don’t realize I’m holding my breath until Reaper wraps his lips around my clit and sucks.
Hard. All of the air leaves my lungs, followed by a desperate, breathy moan.
My arms shake, and my hands are cramping from pressing against the wall.
I lurch forward, resting instead on my forearms as Reaper tears me apart.
It’s all I can do to keep from collapsing.
Every swipe of his tongue is followed by a low, strained grunt.
He sounds like he can’t get enough, like he’s gorging on me and doesn’t want to come up for air.
That thought has me pressing back against him, offering him everything he wants.
“Fuck,” he growls, gasping for air. “This pussy was made for sin, baby.”
A wave of arousal breaks over me, prickling my skin and making me gush. I shouldn’t love his filthy words, but damn, they make me gush for him. Reaper dives back in, licking me, sucking me, scraping his teeth along my sensitive folds and swollen clit.
My legs start shaking uncontrollably as every muscle in my body tenses. I’m so close. My stomach clenches, my heart pounds, and my joints lock up. I hold my breath, preparing for the pleasure to come.
I just need one more swipe of his tongue, one more, so close… one more…
Reaper pulls back, making me whimper in frustration.
He chuckles darkly. “Patience, little minx.” A stinging sensation startles me, and I realize he spanked me.
I gasp in shock, then cry out in pleasure as he does it again on the other side.
I don’t have time to wonder why that feels so damn good before Reaper puts his mouth on me once more.
He licks me in fierce, fast strokes, winding me up, higher, higher, higher…
“Oh God,” I whisper. “Oh God, oh God, ohmygod…”
My orgasm floods through me, drowning me in ecstasy.
I keep coming, wave after wave of endless bliss overwhelming every single one of my senses.
Reaper swallows down my release, dipping his tongue inside of my entrance like he can’t get enough.
All I can do is tremble and let out breathy, pained little whimpers.
When he scrapes his teeth over my clit, I jerk forward and try to twist away from him. He doesn’t let me. Reaper rolls his tongue against my sensitive, swollen bundle of nerves, prolonging my orgasm for what feels like hours.
Finally, God, finally, Reaper sits back, grunting at me. I’d laugh at his brutish behavior if I could speak. As it is, all I’m capable of is slumping against the wall and pulling air into my lungs.
Reaper pulls my panties back on, with little to no help from me, seeing as it’s taking all of my energy not to melt into a puddle on the floor. Then he leans over me, his lips kissing the back of my sweaty neck.
“Let’s get home so I can finish what I started,” he rasps against my skin.
I nod, letting Reaper lead me out of the shop and down the block to his home. The entire walk is a blur, and I’m glad I have my giant, muscled biker next to me, keeping me steady.
By the time we reach Reaper’s house, he’s practically carrying me. I’m simultaneously exhausted from the soul-altering orgasm I just had, and desperate for more of Reaper’s filthy promises.