9. Kevlar
Kevlar
May I? Who the fuck said that? What was wrong with Kevlar? He didn’t talk like that. Consent was imperative. Nothing got his cock harder than a woman enthusiastically agreeing to his desires, but he had never expressed it like that.
May I? Since when was he so damn formal? Manners weren’t his forte. Typically, when in this sort of situation, things were a hell of a lot more feral.
At this point, he wasn’t even sure what he’d asked permission for, but she said yes. So, what was he waiting for? He’d take her agreement and run with it.
Gripping a fistful of her hair at the nape, he tilted her head upward. Shifting on the couch, he positioned himself over her slightly before crushing his mouth against hers.
Soft, sweet, and delicious. She tasted of strawberries and sunshine.
Whatever the hell that was like. Pressing against her, Kevlar guided her, and together they lowered onto the cushions of the couch.
Using his knee, he parted her thighs and nestled himself between them as he brought his body weight over hers.
When he settled, his swollen dick rested against the scorching heat of her pussy, only thin layers of fabric keeping them apart. This woman would be his undoing.
He claimed her with a possessive kiss, and his tongue swiped against hers and tangled in an erotic dance. This was the sort of welcome home he had hoped for.
Kelsey
On her back, with a bulky biker between her legs, his hardness against her sex, Kelsey was drunk with intense desire. Logic, reason, her sense of self-preservation, all of it evaporated the moment his fingers tangled in her hair.
Kev took her mouth with such fierce tenderness; her blood boiled with need. He released his grip, and his fingers trailed down the side of her face, her neck, and covered her breast. Tiny, invisible fireworks popped along her skin.
Her nipples tightened into peaks beneath the fabric of her sports bra.
While he massaged her breast, she groaned into his kiss, and her hips rolled to meet his.
The friction wasn’t enough to get her anywhere near release, but holy hell, did it drive her wild.
Like two teens making out in the back seat of their first car, they dry-humped each other.
With a series of tugs, he peeled the longline sports bra up over her chest. Reluctantly, they broke the kiss so he could remove it from her body. Panting, her chest heaved as her breasts fell free.
Licking her bottom lip, she studied the greed in his eyes as he cupped her boobs in both hands, bringing them together.
A smirk appeared as he squeezed. When his lips came in contact with the tight peak of her nipple, her eyes fluttered closed.
She moaned, throwing her head back and enjoying the feel of his tongue flicking against her sensitive flesh while his beard tickled her skin.
Kev pinched and tweaked her other nipple, and her desire strummed higher than before. Kelsey arched her back, thrusting her chest into his hands more, offering herself to him.
Snaking her hands along his sides and around his hips, she fumbled with the buckle of his belt. His teeth grazed her skin. He applied enough pressure to make her gasp and jolt slightly beneath him. This man played her like a fiddle.
With his weight atop her, his talent with his tongue, and the roughness of his hands, everything about this man had her intoxicated and wanting more. Awkwardly, she got the button of his jeans undone and dragged the zipper down.
“Looking for something?” he murmured, kissing his way over to shower her other breast with as much attention as the first one.
“Maybe,” she whispered. “What have you got for me?”
A throaty chuckle vibrated in her chest and reverberated through her body.
He reared back onto his knees, shrugged out of his black leather vest, and tossed it to the side. Unable to help herself, Kelsey ran her hands under the hem of his Henley. Her fingers grazed the coarse hair covering his abdomen and up his chest.
Looking down upon her, he curled his lip on one side in a half smile before he divested himself of his shirt. That too was thrown away.
“Now we match,” he announced.
She licked her bottom lip, drinking in his body. There was no six-pack. He wasn’t overly fit. His stomach wasn’t large but on the softer side. His shoulders were broad, and his arms were thick. She couldn’t say for sure if he went to a gym or not, but he had strength to him.
Shuffling on his knees, he backed up. His fingers curled into the waistband of her pants. Her skin burned. She’d never wanted to rip her clothing from her body more than she did in that moment.
But he hesitated.
Why?
“Show me yours, and I’ll show you mine?” He winked.
She couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped her.
“I love how your tits jiggle when you laugh,” he said with his gaze fixated on her chest. “They’re real and glorious.”
She decided that was a compliment.
“Can I see all of you?” he asked.
“What are you waiting for?”
“Your permission.”
Her heart fluttered. Kev didn’t look like the type who would ask for things. All the bikers she knew took what they wanted when they wanted without a second thought.
He waited.
“Granted,” she said as she reached for his open fly.
In an uncoordinated dance, she lifted her ass, and he dragged her pants and panties along her legs. His eyes glittered as he went slack-jawed.
“Holy fucking shit.”
Her cheeks heated, and her pussy clenched.
Kev skimmed his palms up her legs, over her thighs, avoided her sex, and traveled up her hips. He skittered his fingertips along her belly, but somehow he didn’t tickle her. Instead, his barely there touch sparked fires and fueled the lava flowing through her veins.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured.
“What are you going to do about it?” she challenged as she sat up and yanked his pants past his hips to his thighs. They wouldn’t go farther. She didn’t have the leverage needed.
“Bend you over this couch until you forget your name,” he growled.
Without another word, he stood, grabbed her, and tugged her up to her feet. He covered her lips with his in an all-too-brief kiss that scarred her soul. When it ended, he winked, dug into his pocket, and pulled out a condom.
Placing it between his teeth, he held it there while he shoved his jeans down his legs until they were around his ankles.
She couldn’t help it. Her gaze drifted of their own accord, and she got an eyeful of the length and girth of his manhood in all its glory.
Now free, his cock bounced as it protruded from the nest of trimmed curls at his pelvis.
He tore the wrapper open and carelessly discarded it. Mesmerized by the sight, she watched as he rolled the latex, sheathing his length in protection.
Before she could react to the sight, his hands found her hips, and he twisted her.
Kelsey nearly lost her footing. She couldn’t be sure if her imbalance was because of the intensity of his affections or being spun, but she was disoriented for a moment.
Kev guided her toward the couch until she had to kneel on it. Fire burned on the small of her back as he urged her to lower her chest.
She took hold of the back of the couch as she followed his directive. With the wide stance, her chest rested against the cushions, and her breasts dangled beneath her.
A stinging heat popped in her ass as his hand came in contact with one cheek and then the other.
Her pussy clenched as she mewed. He massaged the globes of her ass and eased the slight pain before he did it again.
With each swat, she jolted but didn’t fight against his slaps; instead, she leaned into them and wiggled her butt, almost taunting him for more.
Her flesh burned, and her pussy was on fire. He hummed as he groped her ass. His thumb delved lower and unexpectedly grazed her slick lower lips. She groaned, enjoying the contrast of his sharp spanks and tender rubs.
“So hot,” he mumbled as he trailed his fingers along her slit. “Wet.”
She bit down on her lip. His digits slid into her arousal, as he explored her pussy, teasing her. She shuddered the moment he discovered her clit, circled it, and applied the slightest bit of pressure.
This man knew what he was doing.
“What do you want, Kitten?” Kev asked as he drove two fingers into her channel.
Kelsey gasped. Every thought she’d ever possessed left her brain.
“I want to fuck you.” His demand was hot as it breezed over the shell of her ear. “Will you let me?”
She whimpered and quaked while his fingers wiggled within her. Her lips moved, but no discernable sound came from her. Merely a whispered attempt at agreement.
“I will when you ask for my cock,” he teased.
In and out, his fingers pumped painfully slow. She pushed back against them, moaning.
“Tell me,” he urged.
“Please,” she said into the pillow on the couch.
“I can’t hear you.” A third finger stretched her.
Stars danced in her vision. Her breaths were short gasps. Her body was on fire.
“Louder, Kitten.” His teeth grazed her ear, and his fingers flicked against her clit.
She twitched and writhed beneath him, needing more.
“Please,” she repeated.
“Please, what?”
Words were hard. Where were they? What did she want?
“Your cunt is hot and greedy, waiting for me, but I’m not going to do anything until you ask me.”
He twisted his fingers within her, and she groaned. This was the worst and most exquisite torture she had ever endured.
“You can do it, Kitten. Just make the request.”
Ask! To end her exquisite misery, all she had to do was say what she craved. Put together syllables. Speak.
“Please,” was all she could muster.
He groaned and pressed his thumb harder against her clit while working his fingers in and out of her pussy.
She panted, desperate to catch her breath. With each inward motion, he pushed her closer to the edge of the orgasmic cliff. If only he would shove her off.
“You can do it. Say what you need.”
“Cock!” she blurted. “Your cock. Please.”
“That’s a good girl,” he said before he withdrew his fingers.
He slapped at the sides of her thighs, and she jumped. The tingle from the contact shot straight to her clit like a lightning bolt and made her pussy pulse again.
A freight train barreled into her as he plunged his dick inside her pussy. There was no hesitation. Kev wasn’t gentle. The force of his thrust smashed her against the couch, and the breath flew from her lungs. She would scream if she could, but her voice was gone.
“Tight,” he growled as he dragged his cock back slowly before he plowed inside her again, just as hard as before.
Kelsey soared through the clouds as his full length drilled into her. This was ecstasy. His balls slapped against her as he rapidly, and repeatedly, thrust, taking his pleasure from her.
Every muscle in her body tightened. Her eyes opened, but she saw nothing clearly.
All that mattered was the sensation of being fucked.
She clawed at the cushions, pushing against him.
Kelsey reveled in the passion of being taken by this feral beast of a biker and lost herself to the first orgasm of the evening.