Chapter 34 #2
It undoes me completely.
I need her.
With my teeth, I pull down her panties and plunge my tongue inside her while my hands discard the scrap of clothing—though the beast I am, I tuck them into the front pocket of my jeans.
“Shit,” she curses under her breath at the boldness of my move.
I show no mercy. To say I devour her would be like calling Thanksgiving dinner a snack.
My tongue is flat against her lower lips, gliding up and down the seams that make up the temple between her legs.
I suck her clit, placing playful, gentle nips on the hood and folds that are her.
When my tongue penetrates her again, my thumb rubs intricate circles over her clit.
She’s gripping me with all her might, her back curved against the leather seat of my bike as her thighs press onto the sides of my face.
My attack is skillful and intense, and with the way she’s writhing, I know it won’t take long for her to break. And yet, in the midst of her moaning and bucking her hips into my face, deepening the press of my tongue, she mutters, “This all you got, Cowboy?”
Cowboy. Something about the nickname makes precum leak from my tip, her taunting words driving me wild.
I must be half insane—no, fully insane—because in the next moment, .
..because in the next moment, I'm hovering over her with one hand unfastening my pants and I'm next to the bike and hovering over her with one hand unfastening my pants. I’m going to fuck her, right there on the overlook, with the city witnessing our sins.
She looks between us, licking her lips with anticipation as I free my cock. Then I’m smirking at Hazel gawks at the sight of it. The size is impressive, I know, but that’s not what’s garnered this reaction.
“I think you’ve taken the phrase family jewels a little too literally,” she scoffs.
I grin. She’s too funny for her own good, even in a moment like this.
My cock is adorned with a sign of my brazen, reckless youth which I’m not sure I’ll ever get rid of, considering the healing it took and the pleasure it provides everyone involved—my Prince Albert piercing, complete with a bar with two silver balls.
“Please tell me you’re on some version of birth control,” I huskily whisper as I stroke my cock against her sex without penetrating her.
While things have been crazy between us, I hadn’t exactly prepared for this moment by buying condoms. I might just beg her to let me fuck her anyway and treat her to ice cream with a Plan B on top if she isn’t on the pill.
Surprisingly, she doesn’t give some sarcastic reply or bust my literal balls for not having a condom. All she does is watch me with hooded eyes and nods once in confirmation.
I’m straddling the bike now, Hazel’s bare body splayed out over the seat and her hands gripping the handlebars as I align our bodies just right so I can thrust into her.
My hands grip her hips for dear life, and she’s moaning and white knuckling the handlebars.
My fit inside her is snug and intoxicating, making me desperate to fuck her senseless, but I’m a gentleman even in my most primal of moments.
Once I’m fully inside her to my hilt, I pause and watch closely to ensure she’s adjusted to my length and girth.
Hazel's hand is against my chest tenderly, a smirk on her sexy lips. “Are you going to make me beg?”
“No, darlin’.” I smirk back. “That’s all I needed to hear.”
The bike rocks slightly with each of my merciless thrusts.
I don’t lean down to kiss her, instead drinking in the sight of this gorgeous woman, naked across my bike as I take her with punishing force.
Hazel grabs one of my hands and brings it to her mouth, kissing the pad of my index finger before she then takes my finger into her mouth.
Her tongue swirls around it and sucks on it greedily. Fuck, that’s hot.
Then, she withdraws my finger and puts my hand on her throat. I squeeze it gently, and when I feel the vibration of a moan under my touch, I press harder. “Just like that,” she purrs.
It’s only now that I realize I might be the one on top, but she’s fully in charge. I’m usually the dominant one in bed, any loss of control usually filling me with annoyance and resentment. But with Hazel? It’s different in a way that will require more blood flow to my brain for me to figure out.
I’m choking her and pounding into her, watching as the brush of my Prince Albert piercing deep inside her makes her gasp.
We should hurry up in case someone comes along, each moment a bigger and bigger gamble, but I’m totally transfixed on her lusty eyes and the heave of her tits with each pump of my hips.
“Flip me over,” Hazel instructs, her voice slightly strained from my hand on her throat.
“No,” I say, evenly. “I wanna watch you come.”
Hazel thrusts her hips into me in defiance, as though to buck me off so she can turn around herself.
I accept the challenge, making my movements longer and jagged, withdrawing gradually before pushing back into her roughly.
She jerks her hips again, but I know she’s not asking me to stop.
This is a back and forth for dominance, and she’s enjoying the game.
And her body is betraying her. She’s tightening around my cock and her breath hitches in her throat. She’s trying to hold back—I can feel it in the way her legs lock at my sides as she holds my gaze like bulls locked with their horns.
If I’m not careful, I’m going to fall for this woman.
This is the sort of sex men dream about, and I’m not totally sure I’m awake.
I’ll spend my lifetime basking in the way her naked form is illuminated in the dusky light of evening, how the sinking sunlight catches her eyes, making them appear more like actual gold than anything made of blood and flesh.
And the way she finally calls me by my name, her hands returning to the handlebars to brace herself to keep from falling as her back curves from the force of her orgasm.
My movements are relentless, fucking her hard as she rides the waves of pleasure into a tsunami of ecstasy.
I find my own release through the twitch of her hips and the slick, tight heat of her pussy as she comes down from her high.
We are panting and staring at each other, trying to decode the moment as we gain composure.
But before a word can pass between us, headlights are sliding over the hill, and I am a blur of movement as I throw my leather jacket over her and tuck my cock into my pants.
Protective arms lock around her, enveloping her to make it look as though we are just a couple enjoying the overlook.
She’s giggling, and I know this woman is going to completely ruin me.