Chapter 20
Jordan
Oh God. He’s going to reject me.
I could see it there in his eyes. In the rigidness of his body as he held me. He still had my wrist in a tight hold.
Embarrassment stole over me, heating my cheeks and making me want to cry. Maybe he’d changed his mind and he didn’t really want me after all. Maybe I’d been way off base. My reasoning skills certainly weren’t up to par right now, but I could tell he was putting the brakes on.
I didn’t really understand it. Even now his dick was hard where it was rubbing against my thigh. He’d kissed me like he wanted to devour me whole.
“Listen. This isn’t easy for me to say,” he admitted, voice a harsh guttural sound. It was deep and husky, another sign of how turned on he was.
He wasn’t the only one. My pussy was wet and throbbing and I sort of wished he’d stop talking and just push me back against the bed. That he’d take this choice out of my hands and allow me to lose myself in the response he managed to drag from my body.
“You don’t want me,” I said, voice barely above a whisper. Humiliation had me forcing the words out, as though they were stuck in my throat.
“What? Fuck no.” He finally gave me what I wanted. Well…part of it. He pushed me back, towering above me as his hands pinned my wrists to the mattress. “I mean, yeah, I want you.”
He was nestled between my thighs and I could only gasp as he rolled his hips against mine. The proof of his words was grinding against my pussy through our clothes. I couldn’t hold back the moan that bubbled up from within my chest.
Ricochet dropped his head down and buried his face in the spot where my neck and shoulder met. “You’re fucking killing me, Jordan.”
I liked the way he said my name. The growled confession made a shiver of desire skate over my skin. “Then why did you stop me?”
“I don’t want you regretting this in the morning.”
Somewhere deep in the recesses of my alcohol soaked mind I knew he was right.
It wasn’t fair to ask him to give me time and then try to jump him the first time I got drunk.
That didn’t seem to matter to my inner wild child, who was currently controlling things.
“But I’m so wet,” I told him, turning my head so I could see him, so I could look him directly in the eyes.
His pretty pale blue eyes closed and a tortured look crossed his handsome face. “Fuck me.”
“That was my plan,” I teased, even though I knew he hadn’t meant the words that way.
Seeing him with his family had cracked some of the defenses I’d kept around my heart.
It reminded me of how my family was together.
His were a bit more boisterous and chaotic, but that just made them seem that much more fun.
Seeing him with his nephew and niece, and with his MC brothers’ kids…
Something had begun to bloom inside me. Hope.
If he truly wanted me, maybe this was my chance to be happy.
A muscle in his jaw ticked and I wanted to scrape my teeth over it.
The alcohol was making me bold, but he had a tight grip on me, and I wasn’t going anywhere while a portion of his weight was pinning me down.
His arms flexed as he held the majority of his weight on his forearms so he didn’t crush me.
He was a big man, not that I was complaining.
I tilted my head up as he started shifting my arms until he was able to capture both my wrists, over top of my head, in one hand. My breathing sped up as his free hand cupped my breast over my shirt.
He squeezed, staring down at me. “How wet are you, dirty girl?”
His words made my eyes widen, but he just gave me a wicked smile.
I’d been so young when Dan and I had gotten together, and then after him I’d sworn off men, so he’d been the only man I’d ever slept with.
Wild sex to Dan had been missionary position with the lights on.
I’d listened to all my friends giggle about the things their boyfriends did to them in bed, but I’d never experienced it for myself.
Something told me a man like Ricochet was leaps and bounds ahead of me in that department.
I licked my lips, unsure how to answer his question.
“That fucking destroys me every time you do it.”
I blinked in confusion before I realized he meant me licking my lips.
His confession left me breathless. Had I ever affected guys like this before?
If I had, they’d never told me. The fact that Ricochet was currently growling everything he wanted to do to me into my ear, in between kisses and bites to the lobe, had a blush rising up on my skin.
“I’m going to release your wrists. You’re going to leave them exactly where they are.”
“O-okay.” He’d paused as though waiting for something. That was all my over-sensitized system had allowed me to stutter out.
“You asked me to give you time,” the stubble on his face scraped over my skin, making me shudder, “but I’ll be damned if I’m letting my girl go to bed wet and aching.
I’m not going to fuck you. Not until you’re sober and begging me to.
But I’ll happily eat out that tight little cunt until you come all over my mouth. ”
I gasped as his words caused a firestorm of sensation to rocket through my body.
My pussy clenched, as though it was tired of being empty and needed to be filled.
I tried to rub my thighs together, to get the pressure I so badly desired, but his body was in the way.
My movement had me brushing up against his cock.
Moaning, I flexed my hips, forcing them up so that we rubbed together again.
It was so good I knew if I kept going I could come just like this.
Ricochet’s groan was long and deep. His lips were still near my ear. “I can’t wait until I can push my way deep into your body. Until you realize that you belong to me, Sunshine. I’m going to fuck you so good when the time comes, you won’t ever want it to stop.”
His words were building a frenzy inside of me. “Please,” I murmured, tossing my head on the mattress.
“Anything my old lady wants.”
I could hear the smile in his voice. The satisfaction.
But I could only stare at the ceiling and gulp in breaths as he slid down my body.
Hands and lips and teeth marked his path, but I was glad he didn’t linger long.
It was all too much. I just needed to have him between my thighs.
To ease the aching throb that had taken up residence there.
He flicked the button on my jeans, and the sound of my zipper dropping echoed in my mind. Yes, please. I honestly didn’t know if I said those words out loud or in my head, but it didn’t seem as though I needed to urge Ricochet along anymore.
His hands gripped the waistband of my pants and he pulled downward. He took my panties with the jeans, baring me from the waist down.
Any other time I might have been shy and embarrassed, letting him see me for the first time, but the lust for him that had been simmering inside of me since I’d first met him didn’t allow for it. I wanted him too badly.
He shoved my shirt upward and yanked my bra down, my breasts spilling out from the fabric. His eyes darkened in pleasure as he stared down at my body. He didn’t even need to say anything and he had me feeling like some gorgeous sex goddess.
“Fuck, Jordan. You’re so damn sexy.” His mouth covered my nipple, forcing anything I might have said to come out in a low cry of pleasure.
His teeth scraped over the tender tip, making my back arch up into him. I wanted more. Needed so much more. My cry was louder this time as his fingers found my pussy and stroked. I slapped a hand over my mouth, not wanting anyone to hear me.
Everything stopped. My eyes widened as he lifted his head. My hips strained, trying to get his fingers to move again. Why was he stopping?
“Hands over your head, Gorgeous.” He must have seen the worry in my eyes.
“No one in the surrounding rooms is up here. This part of the clubhouse is for the single guys. They’re all down at the party.
You can make all the noise you want.” He leaned in until his nose almost bumped my own.
“You will make all the noise I want. I’m going to make you scream my name before I’m finished.
If you don’t the first time, then you’d better when you think you’ve had enough.
I’m going to eat this pussy until it’s dripping for me and you’re a puddle on my bed. ”
The squeak that passed my lips wasn’t exactly sexy, but he just had this way of completely disarming me.
I wasn’t used to any of this. To a man who was so aroused by me that he wanted to do…
that…for as long as Ricochet was speaking about.
Dan had treated it like a chore. In fact, I wasn’t even sure I liked it. I never had before.
Ricochet seemed to understand that I couldn’t articulate anything right now. Whether it was the alcohol or the desire, I didn’t know, but I put my hand back up over my head, holding my own wrist in order to remind myself to keep them both up there.
As soon as I obeyed, he gave a grunt and positioned himself between my thighs. The sight of his huge shoulders wedging between my legs had my mouth drying out. He was still fully dressed.
Why hadn’t I gotten some of his clothes off?
I knew there were muscles, I’d had the pleasure of feeling them on more than one occasion and had seen him working with his shirt off.
And the tattoos. God were those sexy. I wanted to trace all his tattoos with my tongue.
I studied his face as he stared down at my pussy.
All embarrassment was gone. His strong jaw was tight, as though clenching it was the only way to keep control of himself.
The light shone off his dark blond hair.
I didn’t get the chance to admire him more than that because he buried that handsome face between my legs. My head fell back onto the bed as I let out a long moan.
His fingers spread my pussy apart and that strong tongue lapped from my opening all the way up to my clit. He gave the bundle of nerves at the top of my pussy a flick before he closed his mouth over it and sucked.
Stars. I’d never really understood the expression of seeing stars, but here they were. Little fire bursts of light behind my darkened lids were lighting up my world.
My toes curled into the bed as my orgasm barrelled toward me. I’d been so worked up prior to this, all it took was a few draws from his mouth and my body imploded. I was shaking and crying out as the most incredible feeling overtook me.
When I floated back into my body, I looked down and found him watching me as he lapped lazily at my pussy. He licked his lips, they were wet and shiny with my release.
“You taste so damn good.”
Who knew that was a thing?
“I could eat this, and only this, every day for the rest of my life.” His tongue probed lightly inside of me, filling my pussy for a brief moment before he retreated.
The sensation made me gasp and lift my hips, offering for him to do that again.
This was nothing like what I thought it would be.
Like what it’d been before. I was pretty sure that Ricochet had just ruined me for any other man.
I wasn’t upset about it, not when his lips and tongue were still playing with my sensitive clit.
“Who does this pussy belong to, Jordan?”
I blinked down at him, not knowing whether I could answer him.
“Sunshine.” The nickname was growled out in warning.
Biting my lower lip, I shook my head. Maybe the orgasm had knocked some sense back into my head, or maybe I just wanted to see what consequences he’d dole out.
He dipped his head and started flicking his tongue over my clit as though he was on a mission. He licked and sucked in a way that made me wonder how he knew my body so well.
I knew a part of it was him listening to my gasps and sighs of pleasure, but he was tearing me apart, thread by thread.
He’d put me back together again, eventually, I knew it.
So I let go and enjoyed it. When his finger filled me, I groaned and arched my hips into his tongue.
Now his fingers and mouth were working together.
But it seemed like every time I was about to reach the top of my climb, he’d pull back or slow down.
After the third time of not being allowed to orgasm, I raised my head and glared down at him.
He was watching me with an evil grin. “Answer my question, naughty girl.”
What had his question been? My mind was running slow and thick.
“Who does this pussy belong to?” He cupped it and squeezed to accent his words.
“You,” I whispered, desperate to come. It was the truth. I knew it. I was just scared to admit that this thing between us was real. It’d happened so fast and was so strong I was afraid it would consume me.
“Say it.”
“My…pussy belongs to you, Ricochet.”
“All of you belongs to me, Sunshine,” he corrected. “You’re mine.”
Before I could argue, he lowered his head again.
His finger began moving inside of my body.
He made a movement that scraped it against the front wall of my pussy as he flicked his tongue in circles over my clit.
It was like he was reaching inside of me and telling my orgasm to ‘come here’. He didn’t stop.
My body coiled tight and worry crept into my mind. This orgasm was going to be too much. “Wait. Ricochet,” I moaned.
He didn’t listen. His free arm pinned my hips down, spanning them like a thick band. He held me still as I thrashed below him. It was too much.
The pleasure was white hot. He was right.
This time I ended up screaming his name as that wave of bliss crashed over me.
The throbbing waves of pleasure dragged me down and all I could do was feel.
I didn’t know how long it lasted, but by the time I surfaced he had crawled up my body and pulled me into his arms. My nose was smashed into his chest. He still had his t-shirt and cut on, the smell of leather was nice.
My eyes grew heavy. “I should-”
“Go to sleep, Sunshine. I’ve got you.”
It’d been so long since I’d been wrapped up in male arms. There was no resisting the urge. Trusting that he wouldn’t let anything happen to me, I closed my eyes and fell asleep with him holding me.