Chapter 19 #2
A thrill shot through her when he growled, “Got a wrap?”
Of course she didn’t. She’d only had sex once and it was with him. “You don’t?”
A look of satisfaction flashed across his face. That was when she realized he’d been testing her.
Did he really think that after having sex with him she’d run out and bang someone else so soon? Maybe some of her sisters would, but Lyric’s sexual confidence wasn’t at that level yet.
Even so, bikers tended to be possessive whether they had the right to be or not.
“Lucky I got one.”
Oh yes, lucky her. But she wasn’t the only one about to get lucky.
After yanking his wallet out of his back pocket by the chain, he dug out a condom.
He tossed it on the bed before shrugging out of his cut and placing it over one of the stacked moving boxes.
He scrambled to remove his boots and socks next, then facing her, he peeled his worn T-shirt over his head and threw it over his shoulder.
Her eyes followed its path to the floor before quickly returning to him in time to watch him shed his jeans. Unlike when she’d found him commando the other day, he wore boxer briefs that clung to his erection.
He dropped those in one swoop, too, before stepping free and closer to the side of the bed, his hard, veiny cock in hand.
When she rotated her finger in the air, his brow wrinkled. “What?”
“Turn around.”
“Why?”
“I want to see something.”
“What?”
She sat up. “I heard so much about the Eighth Wonder of the World and I want to see if yours lives up to the hype, too.”
His eyes narrowed. “The what?”
“Eighth Wonder of the World.”
“No idea what that is.”
“Of course you wouldn’t. It’s something only the women talk about.” Or used to. Now it was mostly legend since Diesel was never caught with his pants down anymore.
“What is it?”
She rolled her eyes. “Ash. Just turn around. Please.”
He began to turn, but stopped abruptly. “It’s the colors on my back that your dad did?”
“Can we not mention my father right now? But no. That’s not what it is.”
He grunted and finished turning.
“Stop!”
He stopped with his back to her and frowned over his shoulder. “What?”
“Nothing,” she whispered, checking out his fabulous ass.
Oh yes. The legend was true.
That was one sweet peach.
“You checkin’ out my ass?”
“You don’t check out women’s?” She lifted her palm. “Don’t bother to lie. I know you’re all horn dogs.”
“Don’t make ‘em spin in fronta me.”
Her eyebrows shot up to her hairline. “Oh, you don’t? A long stage with a big silver pole that rotates doesn’t ring a bell?”
“For fuck’s sake,” he muttered under his breath as he finished facing her again. “My dick should be more of a fuckin’ Wonder of the World than my ass.”
She tipped her head to the side and stared at what he was slowly stroking. She shrugged. “Unfortunately, I don’t have anything to compare it to yet. Maybe soon.”
His hand stilled and he bared his teeth.
“Why do men tend to be so emotional?”
“I ain’t…men aren’t…what?”
“So touchy about the size of your cocks.”
He glanced down. “Nothin’ wrong with the size. It’s a monster.”
“Monsters are scary. Your cock isn’t.”
“Woman.” The guttural groan he released came from deep down inside him. He then sucked on his teeth when he got a clue. “You’re just fuckin’ with me.”
She smiled. “Maybe.”
“No maybes.”
When he held out both hands, she reached for them. With ease, he hauled her off the bed and onto her feet, but before he could help rid her of her clothes, she wanted to try something new.
Something she’d been thinking about. And Ash was the perfect candidate for it, so she dropped to her knees at his feet.
She turned her eyes up to him to see surprise, maybe even shock, in his.
He grabbed her arms and tried to haul her back to her feet. “You don’t gotta—”
“I want to, Ash.”
Once again, she could see his internal struggle. “Your fuckin’ mouth a virgin, too?”
She lifted one eyebrow. “Do you really want to know that?”
“Yeah.” He shook his head. “No.” He shook it again. “Yeah.” He dropped his head back and growled, “Fuck!”
She knocked his own hand off his cock and her hand took its place. Squeezing gently, she held the tip close to her mouth. “I’ve never done this before.” Then quickly took him into her mouth before he could say anything else. Or stop her.
She might not be good at this—practice would make perfect—but from everything she’d seen and heard over the years, she really doubted a man cared how much of an expert a woman was when giving head.
They simply wanted it.
Something else she learned, and not on purpose, was to be careful with her teeth. That lesson was due to witnessing plenty of sweet butts and hang-arounds giving head to the guys in the courtyard or in the clubhouse. They didn’t give a shit if someone was watching.
Just like Zeke and Bunny that fateful night a few years ago when Kyra caught the DAMC president cheating. Spotted, more than “caught”, since they were doing it right in the middle of the courtyard during a pig roast.
Lyric wondered how many times Bunny—or the rest of the sweet butts—had given Ash a blowjob. She also wondered how hers would compare.
They had a lot of practice.
She’d had none.
But she was willing to learn. “If I do something wrong, just let me know.”
“Lyric,” he groaned.
“No, I’m serious. I want you to enjoy this.” That was the whole point of it: pleasure for the man, right? She couldn’t imagine women enjoyed doing it.
“Any man gonna enjoy havin’ you swallowin’ his dick, not that any of them should be.”
“Only you?”
“No…I…fuck.” He blew out a breath at the same time she drew one in and took him into her mouth.