Chapter 8 Natalya
“Shut up and kiss me,” I order as I fist Hayride’s shirt and pull him closer.
I want this night with him. To feel something good before everything goes to shit tomorrow.
I know it will as soon as the search begins.
Once Boomer and the club go to Rashell Allen’s house, nothing will ever be the same again.
Maybe it’s instinct. Or intuition.
But I know, as sure as the summer sky is blue, that my brother is not okay. I don’t know if he’s dead or hurt. If he’s being tortured. And if it’s true, there’s not a damn thing I can do to stop it.
I have to place my trust in men who are mostly strangers to me. In the word of a biker president and his outlaw club brothers. And believe that the sheriff, who happens to be the president’s brother, will see that justice is served.
It’s a messed-up situation that I won’t wish on my worst enemy, not that I have any.
But I can control this moment. Who I want to share it with.
And I want Hayride.
His mouth parts from mine to kiss along my jaw and then over to my ear, touching the soft, sensitive skin beneath my ear.
I shiver in response and begin to lift Hayride’s shirt.
My fingers brush across the solid muscle and dip into each chiseled groove.
A murmur of approval leaves my lips as he slowly presses my back to the mattress.
“I’m not kidding about wanting to taste you, gorgeous. I need to feel you lose control while my tongue is inside you. Gotta have those moans filling my head while you come.”
“Yes,” I answer, wanting it all.
“Strip off those shoes and jeans, baby.”
I quickly kick off my shoes and then pop the button on my jeans as he unbuckles his belt. I watch as he tugs the length of leather through the loops and places it on the bed beside us.
“I won’t use it without your permission.”
I’m curious if he means to choke me or tie me up. I’m not into the choking part, but a little bondage? Sign me up.
“Choking is a hard limit,” I tell him as I slide my jeans over my hips. They get stuck, and Hayride reaches for the material, helping me get rid of them.
Once they’re tossed aside along with his pants, he lowers his head. “I hear you. No choking.”
“Is that a thing for you? A turn-on?”
He shakes his head. “Not really. I’d like to see my leather wrapped around your wrists, close to that pretty, soft skin. Maybe blindfolding you next time so you don’t know what I’m doing or when. Heightens the experience.”
I don’t ask if he’s done this before or how many times, because questions like that can end in jealousy or arguments. We both have a past. It’s right now that I care about, and every day after.
“I’m game.”
He grins. “Good.”
“But right now? I want you, Hayden. All of you.”
He growls as he latches onto my neck with his lips, sucking hard. “Damn, you don’t know what that does to me. How fucking hard I get when you say my name in that sexy voice.”
I press my palm against his erection, feeling the proof of his words. “I like knowing I turn you on.”
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he says as he slides down my body and lowers onto his stomach. His face stops at the apex of my thighs as he drops a kiss on my mound. “I need to see this pussy, baby.”
I hook my thumbs in my underwear, thankful that I’m wearing one of the prettier, silky pairs, and push them low. Hayride takes over, slides them down my thighs, and over my feet. When I’m naked from the waist down, he spreads my legs apart and stares.
“Fuck me,” he murmurs.
“What? Why?” Am I ugly down there or something? Too hairy? Maybe I should have shaved more.
“Stop. I see that look on your face. Don’t worry. You’re fucking perfect.” Hayride opens me up like a delicate flower, holding me bare to his gaze. “Gonna love this.” He dives in as I gasp, wasting no time as he spears his tongue inside me, causing my body to jolt from the invasion and pleasure.
He pauses a moment to lift me off the mattress, elbows anchoring the position as he curls his tongue. I’ve never had a guy so eager to mash his face into my pussy like that. He makes a guttural sound as he licks his lips, then is back to fucking me with his tongue.
The man knows what he’s doing, and I can’t help but smile because I’m benefiting from whatever practice he’s had in the past. He lowers me back down, but he’s not done. Two of his fingers enter me as he licks up to my clit, swirling over it with his tongue.
God. There’s something so erotic and dirty about being eaten out by a guy who enjoys it. He’s ravenous.
Soon, three fingers are pumping in and out of me, and the wet noises are positively wicked as they fill his room. He curls them slightly upward, and my thighs shake. I fist his hair and tug, my gaze locked on his as he continues to lick, suck, and tease.
“You’re getting close. I can feel you fluttering.”
I am. I feel it, too.
He moves his fingers faster, scissoring them apart a little as he sucks on my clit. “Come for me, Nat. Give it to me, baby. Let me taste your cum.”
I don’t know if it’s his dirty words, the way he’s stroking his fingers, or both, but I come. Hard.
Stars nearly dance in my vision as I tremble, my thighs shaking harder as I nearly crush him with them. I can’t help the wild buck of my hips as Hayride growls, lapping at my core like it’s the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted.
He swipes the back of his hand across his mouth and kisses a pathway up my body, pausing to lift my shirt. “Want to see all of you, Nat. Every inch.”
I’m sort of boneless as he takes off my shirt and then unhooks my bra, murmuring how much he enjoys the front clasps.
It doesn’t take much effort for him to free my breasts, and he’s soon teasing my nipples, drawing them into his mouth, alternating between them like he can’t decide which one appeals to him more.
Hayride reaches behind his neck and yanks on the collar of his shirt, lifting it over his head to toss it aside. Somehow, it’s sexy as hell. I take in the wide expanse of his chest, the solid muscle, and the abdominals I want to trace with my tongue.
But then my gaze falls on his tattoos. There’s so much ink. He’s a beautiful canvas as I sit up and move closer to inspect the detail. When I see the section close to his heart, I gasp. “You have tattoos of wings and a sword on your chest.”
“I do.”
Madam Serena told me to trust the dark man with wings and a sword. She meant Hayride.
I kiss the skin, and his fingers slide through my hair.
“I need to be inside you, gorgeous.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
His mouth returns to mine, and I can taste myself on his lips and tongue. It’s naughty. And a total turn-on.
Hayride lifts his head until his forehead rests against mine. “I’ve never wanted a woman as badly as I do right now. With you. I’m gonna come too fast,” he laughs. “Just thinking of filling you, it’s making me crazy.”
“Then we just let it take over us, Hayden. We give in to the feeling and ride it.”
“Fuck, baby. You have any idea how perfect you are?”
No. Not until he told me.
“I don’t fuck without condoms, Nat. I’m careful. Clean, too. I got checked recently.”
“Are you saying you don’t want to wear one?”
“I don’t.” He rolls his hips, his hard length bumping against my core. “I want us to feel each other.” He’s nearly panting with need. “Want, no need, to feel you bare.”
“I’m on the pill.”
“That’s a yes?”
“Hayden, you need to fuck me. Right now.”
“Fuck. You’re gonna be the death of me, Natalya Scott.”
Hearing my full name on his lips is sweeter than any dessert. I love it.
Hayden shoves his underwear down and frees his length. It’s the largest dick I’ve ever been with and I almost pant with need. He lines up his cock and teases me, rubbing the crown through the wetness gathered there. “You’re fucking soaked.”
“Hayden!”
His hips surge forward, and I’m lost in the moment. In him. The feeling of us connected in the most intimate of ways.
His cock fills and stretches me in the best of ways. I dig my nails into his arms, pulling him closer, trying to eliminate any remaining distance.
“Goddamn, baby. So hungry for my dick.”
His body and mine merge and separate, only to be joined again and again.
He uses deep strokes that make me gasp. I’ve never had a guy so thoroughly pound into me.
It’s like he’s erasing every bad relationship I’ve ever had and eliminating all the bad sexual encounters.
In this moment, I feel a closeness to him that’s more than sex.
It’s wild. We barely know one another.
“Nat. Look at me.”
My eyes open. I don’t remember closing them, but that probably happened as the pleasure in my brain took over conscious thought.
Hayride’s eyes are beautiful as they stare into mine. The most interesting shade of blue that reminds me of the sky before a storm. A mixture of bluish gray, while still retaining the beauty of the blue hue.
“I want to look into your eyes as you fall apart with my cock inside you.”
And I do. It’s almost embarrassing because I don’t know if I look like a freak while I’m blissed out, but it only seems to drive Hayride into a frenzy.
“I can feel you tighten around me. Fuck. It feels so fucking good.” His movements become erratic. His hips pistoning faster. And then, he fills me. His body shudders, and I swear there’s nothing more erotic and amazing than watching this man lose control and come. To know that it’s because of me.
Even then, Hayride doesn’t stop moving, slowing down to languidly fuck me afterward. “Remember when I said I’ve got stamina?”
“Yes.”
“Here’s round two, baby.”
We don’t sleep for another two hours.
IT’S MY PHONE THAT wakes me. The vibration inside the pocket of my jeans is too loud to ignore. I nearly fall off the bed reaching for it, giggling when Hayride grips my hips and pulls me back up onto the mattress, his lips kissing my bare ass cheeks.
“Morning,” he rumbles as I check the screen.
It’s my dad. “Shit.”
“What is it?”
“My dad messaged three times, and I just missed his call. He’s waiting for me at Tillie’s Dine-In.”
“Okay. So we go meet him.”