Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Lyric caught her bottom lip between her teeth as her eyes bounced back and forth between Rage and the bed.
“If you don’t wanna do this, then—”
Before he could even finish his sentence, she was climbing on it and flashing the folds of her pussy, as well as her puckered asshole.
Holy fuck. At least she was comfortable in her own skin.
He couldn’t wait to taste and tongue both spots, then fuck her until her juices covered his face, fingers, and dick.
Yeah, it was time to get this party started.
As she settled on the mattress, he quickly shucked his jeans. After his erection sprang free with a bounce, it protruded straight from his body as hard as a sword forged in steel.
She stared at it. “You don’t wear underwear?”
“Couldn’t tell I was sleepin’ when you knocked?”
“You never wear underwear to bed?”
Why was that a surprise? “No, baby,” was all he said, fighting a grin. Maybe the guys she’d been with wore fucking pajamas to bed.
He liked to let his shit swing free and air out. The fuck if he wanted to wake up with a sweaty ball glued to his taint.
“Baby.”
“Yeah?”
“You’re hot as fuck. Can’t wait to eat your cunt. Show it to me. Gotta see my meal before I eat it.”
Her breath hissed from her and, using her elbows, she pulled herself farther up the bed. After a slight hesitation, she pulled her legs up and dropped her knees out, exposing exactly what his mouth was watering for.
He never thought this fucking day would come. Mostly because he never wanted to screw up their relationship. Now he needed to make the most of every second of this unexpected opportunity.
Tearing his eyes from her tempting center, he stroked his dick as he rounded the bed. He grimaced at the pile of bullshit on his nightstand, knocking some of it onto the floor until he found a wrap buried under the mess. Unused, thank fuck.
But as soon as he returned to the foot of the bed, his patience had hit its limit.
He dove forward, dropping himself between her legs, spread her thighs wider, and planted himself face first between them.
He dragged his mouth over her slick heat, her plump lips.
Nuzzling his nose between her folds, he pulled her scent deep into his lungs.
His dick flexed at her aroused state.
Fuck yes. She was ready for him.
Only, he wasn’t ready to give her his dick. She needed to be more than ready and begging him to take her.
He drove two fingers into her center to find her tighter than expected. When was the last time she had sex? And with who?
While she was on the younger side, that didn’t mean she was innocent. She was a damn biker chick, after all. Innocent wasn’t a word that could be used to describe any of the club sisters.
He withdrew his fingers before driving them deep again. Her back arched at the same time a whimper slipped from her and her short nails dug into the shaved sides of his head. He took that as encouragement for him to continue.
Pulling his fingers free, he sucked them clean, then grabbed her calves and hooked her trembling legs over his shoulders.
He peeked his head up. “You good?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Are you?”
“Gonna be in a second.” Then he buried his face in her pussy again.
He flicked his tongue against her clit, teasing her sensitive bud, before using it to split her folds in two.
With her heels digging into his back, her soft gasp morphed into a groan when he plunged his tongue in and out of her, sticking with her no matter how much her hips hopped around the bed.
“Ash,” she moaned again and flung her head back. Her fingers brushed over the loosened braids at the top of his head.
He sure as fuck hoped she came soon because his dick was aching to be inside her. Eating her out was more of a tease for him than it was for her.
Jesus fuck. It was more like torture. He and his patience were more than ready for the main event.
When her legs squeezed his head and her body bowed off the bed, he captured her tangy arousal on his tongue. She tasted better than he ever imagined.
And he’d imagined it a lot.
For fucking years.
Since he wasn’t quite sure if she came or not, he kept at it. Despite how hard his dick was, he wasn’t going to stop until he knew for sure. With anyone else, he wouldn’t give a shit, but the last thing he wanted to do was disappoint Lyric.
Especially since it was their first—and maybe only—time together.
“Ash,” she whimpered, jamming her pussy into his face.
He hoped to fuck she came.
“What, baby?” he murmured against the warm, smooth skin of her inner thigh, expecting for her to beg him to fuck her next.
“Ash…”
Maybe she didn’t come and was about to? “Yeah, baby?”
“Ash.”
He popped his head up with his eyebrows pinned together.
With her head thrown back, she avoided his eyes. “I need to tell you something.”
Oh, shit. He never once heard a complaint about his oral skills. Was she about to be the first? He hoped the fuck not. “Want me to fuck you.”
He purposely made it an assumption and not a question.
“No. Yes. It’s related.”
Christ. Women and drama always went hand-in-hand. He braced himself. “What?”
His impatience was like a rogue wave about to slam against a rocky cliff.
“I…uh…”
She was going to kill him before he even got a chance to die mid-pump like Moose. “You what? Can tell me anything. Know that, right?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “I don’t want you to stop.”
That made no sense and confused him even more. “‘Less you tell me to, ain’t plannin’ on it.”
“You might want to when…”
“When what?”
“You find out what I need to tell you.”
“Lyric.” Now his mind was spinning with all the possibilities, and none of them were good.
He abandoned his delicious snack and pulled himself up her body until they were face to face. His heart sank into his stomach when her eyes sliced to the side to avoid his. He had no idea what the fuck was going on.
Besides second thoughts.
She was about to stop him. Leave him hanging. Crush his plans. Maybe even his soul. Tell him this was a mistake. Even after he insisted it would be.
“I know you want me.”
She told no lie.
“And I want you.”
His nostrils flared.
“A lot.”
He grunted.
“But...”
But?
His cock was throbbing, his balls pulled tight, and she was throwing out a but?
Goddamn it. “Baby, you’re fuckin’ with me here. Just fuckin’ say whatever it is you’re gonna say.”
“I…uh…”
Holy fuckin’ shit! He’d never seen her so unsure of herself and it was pissing him the fuck off.
“Lyric, just say what you gotta say,” he demanded again, this time, his tone more harsh than he wanted, but he didn’t have a cunt hair of patience left. And that shouldn’t be since he was pressed against the only woman who could counteract that.
She pulled in a breath, and when she released it, “I haven’t been with anyone…in that way,” came tumbling out.
His head twitched. Wait. “In what way?”
“That way.”
He pinned his chin into his neck and, using his hands, pushed himself up to see her better. Say what? “You’re shittin’ me, right? There’s no fuckin’ way.”
With her lips rolled inward, she looked at everything but him.
Holy fuckin’ shit. That was the last thing he’d expected to come out of her mouth.
While everyone knew she didn’t fuck around—unlike some of her club sisters—he only figured when it came to the physical relationships she’d had, she had kept them on the down low since they weren’t anyone else’s business.
But, Christ on a cracker, he was so damn wrong. She hadn’t had any!
That meant…
He blinked at the thought of exactly what that meant.
This confession made this whole situation even worse for him. Proof this would be a bigger mistake than he originally thought, even despite warning her.
“Lyric,” he groaned. “Sure you want me to be your first?”
His hard-as-fuck dick was nestled between her naked thighs. While that could be his answer, he’d rather hear it from her.
Because if she had any doubts…
“You know there ain’t no way of goin’ back if we do this. Your virginity’s kind of a one-time deal. Sure you don’t wanna wait ’til you’re with someone you’re serious about?”
While he hoped she’d back out and decide to wait, he also hoped she didn’t.
When she finally met his eyes, hers were troubled. They also held a bit of annoyance.
Yeah, welcome to my world.
“I’m aware of that, Ash,” she whispered fiercely. “Don’t you think I’ve thought about this? I didn’t show up here impulsively. I showed up with a purpose. I want my first time to be with someone I’m comfortable with. And I trust you completely.”
The problem was, he didn’t trust himself.
Or her decision for him to be her first.
“I ain’t a warm, comfortable blanket, baby. Ain’t a gentle soul. When I bang one out, like it hard and rough. Want nails and teeth diggin’ into my skin. Want skin slappin’. Wanna smack a woman’s ass. Spank her pussy. Drive my dick down her throat while chokin’ her with my hand.”
Her eyes went wide for a split second before she…
Shuddered?
In fear? Or did that turn her on?
The fuck if what he said made his sweet Lyric wet. He had said it all on purpose. To scare her into making a better decision. That might have just backfired and actually solidified her choice.
Maybe he didn’t know Lyric as well as he thought.
She could possibly have secret desires.
Wild fantasies.
Or…she had no idea what the fuck to expect since she was a goddamn virgin.
That last thought was probably the most accurate. But what the fuck did he do with this information?
Stop?
Continue?
Did he really want to be her first?
Of fucking course he did. But should he be was the real question.
That was a lot of pressure. From what he’d heard, the first time for most women sucked ass.
“Ash,” she whispered.
A touch to his cheek made him realize he had closed his eyes while his brain and his dick argued. “Told you we shouldn’t do this because it would be a mistake. I was fuckin’ right.”
“I want to do this. I simply wanted you to be aware in case I don’t react like all the other women you’ve been with.” All the other women? Holy fuck.
“Of course you have a lot of experience. I’ve known you my whole life and have seen you with plenty of other women. Don’t ever think I’m judging you for that. I think that’ll help when it comes to my first time.”
He groaned under his breath. Talk about performance anxiety.
“I wanted to be honest. Now you need to be completely honest with me, too.”
“Honest? Here’s some fuckin’ honesty for you. Wanna fuck you. Wanna fuck you so goddamn hard and fast that you scream my name, leave scratches all over my back, and cover my dick with your juices. But that don’t mean any of that shit should happen.”
When she squirmed underneath him, he took that as her having a change of heart and began to lift his weight from her.
But she stopped him within seconds. “Okay.”
He cocked an eyebrow at her. “Okay?”
“Yes to all of that.”
Should he discourage her by telling her that he didn’t do virgins because they had no fucking clue about what they were doing?
He wanted to fuck. It wasn’t his job to teach a woman how to do it.
But this was Lyric and she was asking him for a favor, of sorts. One he would benefit from, too.
Goddamn it.
He was a damn fool if he truly thought he could walk away from a naked Lyric.
He wasn’t and he wouldn’t.
He only hoped she didn’t regret this and make him pay for it later. Because it would really fucking suck if doing this because he was a horny motherfucker damaged their relationship.
Damage could always be repaired, right? He sure as fuck hoped so. Because he was now as determined as her to finish what they’d started.
Fuck it. They were doing this. Consequences be damned.
But despite her reaction to what he’d said, he’d avoid being rough with her. Talking about it and actually doing it were two different things.
His lips locked on one dusky nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth before gently scissoring the tip with his teeth. With a gasp, her fingers dug into the shaved sides of his head.
After sucking it until it was shiny and swollen, he shifted to the other one, giving it the same attention.
“Oh, yes,” she hissed.
He had no idea just how inexperienced she was. She might not have gone “all the way” with anyone before, but she at least had to have had some sort of sexual contact.
Right?
She was twenty-four years old. She had been surrounded by horn dogs her whole life. No fucking way she had gone completely untouched.
He tried to remember if she ever had a boyfriend in high school.
In the past, the sisterhood avoided bringing any dates or boyfriends around the clubhouse or the MC in general. They especially avoided bringing them home.
Mostly because of how protective the DAMC was of their women. It didn’t take much to scare away any outsider with a dick sniffing around.
So while the club sisters could be sexually active or even just dating, Rage’s club brothers wouldn’t know about it unless they found out by accident.
Like when the women were drinking at a party, let their guard down, and would run their damn traps.
But one sister he never heard any whispers about was Lyric. Not from her father, not from her brother, and definitely not from any of the loose-lipped women.
This hammered home the fact that she might not have any experience at all.
Despite that, the opportunity to do everything he ever fantasized about when it came to the woman naked in his bed was right at his fingertips. He could touch and taste every damn inch of her. Worship her the way she deserved.
Was he also being a selfish motherfucker? That answer was pretty damn clear.
He thrust his throbbing length between her folds. Tempted to plunge into her, but knowing he couldn’t.
Her being a virgin simply meant he’d need to be more careful than he normally was. A lot more fucking careful. Because he wanted to pound her until they both came, despite her first time not being the right time for that.
He needed to ease her into it.
Since she was a virgin, he also had to assume she wasn’t on any kind of birth control. As always, it was on him to protect her, even if it was from unwanted pregnancies or diseases.
Normally, he always wrapped his dick tight since the women he fucked weren’t one-man women.
Not that he was a one-woman man, either.
He grabbed the wrap from where he’d thrown it on the bed and held it up, giving her another opportunity to back out. Because once he was inside her, it would be too late. The deed would be done.
Would he stop at that point if she asked? Hell yeah. But neither of them would be able to undo the loss of her virginity.
Christ! This was fucking with his head. When the fuck did he ever overthink about having sex?
Fucking never.
He ripped the wrap open and rolled it down his length.
Jesus, his hands were shaking like it was his first time, too.