Chapter Two #3
“IUD,” she managed, struggling for air. “I’ve been tested. I’m clean.”
“Me too. Hang on,” he said, rising from the couch with her like he didn’t have her wrapped around his body. “Where am I going?”
There were only two other rooms, a bathroom and her bedroom which she pointed to. Jason headed for it, again, not in a rush.
It was cooler in her bedroom and dark, with only the light from the streetlamps shining through her one small window.
When he lowered her onto her bed it felt heavenly, cool against her skin.
She didn’t have long to enjoy it because Jason’s hands went to the front of her jeans, and he began working them off her lower body, pulling off her panties.
When she was completely revealed to him, those dark eyes took her in slowly, like he was committing her to memory.
The man hovered above her, taking her all in and it was driving her crazy.
While he was eye-fucking her, she pawed at his hoodie. “Your turn. Take stuff off,” she said, flashing him a smile.
Grabbing the hem of that hoodie, he pulled it off like an experienced stripper, smiling the entire time.
She’d underestimated what he had under there.
Damn. Jason was cut with huge biceps and a wide expanse of muscular chest. He had a few tattoos scattered over his torso and arms, but it was too dark to make out any details.
And considering the bulge at the front of his jeans right now, she didn’t give a damn what tattoos he had.
“Now the rest,” she prompted him, running a bare foot along his denim-covered thigh.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, making quick work of his jeans. And he was commando under there, so she got a look at what he was packing earlier than she would have. It was well-proportioned to the rest of him. Damn.
“See something you like?” Jason asked, taking himself in hand and working his cock with leisurely strokes.
Jason rolled to her side, stretching out on his back. He winked at her, still working himself. “Save a bike, ride a biker,” he said. “Hop on.”
Well, she wasn’t turning that down. Dylan straddled him, sliding down on him and gasping as her walls spread around him.
She took it slowly, enjoying the burn and stretch.
His big hands were on her hips, but he wasn’t trying to hurry her.
The way those deep, dark eyes drank her in, she could tell he was enjoying the show.
When Dylan made it all the way down, she rotated her hips, causing him to rotate up into her.
It was a nice start, but she wanted more.
Planting her hands on his chest, she switched up her position.
He said ride a biker, didn’t he? When she found a comfortable place, she started moving up and down on him.
Being on top was a huge turn on for her and as a curvier girl, she didn’t get the opportunity often.
Jason was the perfect size to hit all the right places, feeling so good as she moved on him.
The way his gaze moved over her face and breasts had her libido growing fangs.
The way he focused on where their bodies joined as she rode him made her weak in the knees.
Sliding a hand between them, he delicately started working her clit with his thumb.
It wasn’t the all-out rub fest that most men thought was sexy.
No, his touch was delicate with just the right amount of pressure.
He kept up with her, making her fuck herself on his cock as she was. It drove her crazy.
“You feel so good squeezing me,” he growled, the pleasure making his deep voice gravelly, and the sound sent shivers down her spine.
Dylan was beyond speech at that point. Her nails were scratching over the light sprinkling of hair on his massive chest, her vision fading out as she got closer to the orgasm she was chasing.
When it hit her, she closed her eyes and stars exploded behind her eyelids as all that sensation rocked her.
Her movements were erratic, slowing. Beneath her, Jason finally grabbed her hips and started pulling her down on his cock as he thrust up.
She tried not to scream because of her neighbors but…
fuck her neighbors. His moves drew her release out, taking it from a quiet riot to full-on fireworks exploding in her body.
She clawed at his chest, fighting to breathe.
She wasn’t aware that he’d rolled her under him until she was coming back down.
Having him on top? What more could a girl want? Jason was big and her world darkened as she was lost in his shadow. He was already fucking her, slowly. His cock was harder now.
Leaning down, he chained kisses up her neck, up to her ear. “You got quiet, Dylan,” he whispered hotly. “You good?”
Still fighting to catch her breath, she grinned. “I’m fan-fucking-tastic, big guy. What else you got?”
His laugh was a deep rumble that sent a shiver running through her. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
His movements within her slowed as he captured each of her hands in his.
Lacing his fingers through hers, he pressed them into the bed on either side of her head.
His hold was firm, but not too hard and it didn’t hurt.
Jason came closer, dropping to his elbows so he could kiss her mouth, taste her skin.
And he did as his thrusts gained in speed and momentum.
Dylan’s knees came up to cradle his hips, as he worked himself in her.
His thrusts were faster, a little harder.
Pinned beneath him, she just enjoyed the ride, wishing she’d turned on the lamp on her bedside table.
The view of him was gorgeous with wide shoulders, all that muscle, and his dark hair hanging around his face as he fucked her.
Jason pushed her back up to the edge again, breathing fast, but he didn’t appear to be close to coming himself.
He dropped kisses over her face, down to her chest. When his lips found her nipple, and he didn’t break his stride, she braced for impact.
He traced over that tiny peak, and at the same time, his thrusts grew stronger.
Her cry was raspy and low as he made her come again on his cock, still pushing into her as her walls fluttered around his driving length.
He was still going, and she felt him smile above her in the dark more than she actually saw it. “You know how beautiful you look when you come?” His voice was rougher. “Want to go for one more?”
Was he kidding? She was about to pass out, cock-drunk and dizzy. She wasn’t even moving right now.
Dylan winced as he pulled free of her, shifting on the bed.
“Over,” he said, as he easily pushed her over onto her stomach. Despite how sated she was, Dylan was curious to see what he’d do next. She was super grateful she had the day off tomorrow because she couldn’t imagine she’d be walking straight for a couple of days.
“Up,” Jason said, hauling her hips up with her knees tucked under her.
When she went to push up with her arms, a firm hand pressed her head back down to the pillow.
“Stay,” he said, his fingers running through her hair for just a moment.
She wouldn’t have thought she had anything else to give, but she’d never tried the position before, so she wanted to let that play out. He might be scraping her off her own bed later, but it would be worth it.
Jason’s hands grabbed her hips, then he speared right into her from behind.
For a moment, he barely moved, giving her time to adjust. Her thighs were shaking now, and she just hoped her knees would hold her up for this.
Because when he started moving faster, driving into her from behind, pleasure blended with just a shade of pain. It was working her up again.
“I knew you had one more to give me,” he said, one hand smoothing over her ass, as if it were apologizing for the growing force of his cock.
Dylan wouldn’t have thought she had one more, but she was heading for it anyway. She just hoped she survived it. He’d reached a rhythm that had her squeezing around him, mindlessly chanting “please” over and over as he kept going.
The slap on her ass was a complete surprise, the sharp sting warming up her skin. Jason did it again, making her clench around his cock despite herself.
“That’s too good,” he drawled, sounding breathless now.
When his hand fisted in her hair, she barely noticed.
When he tugged on it sharply, her blissed-out mind somehow figured out what he wanted.
Pushing up on her hands, she was into doggy-style.
He was holding onto her hair tight enough to sting but not to hurt.
Then he took her for a ride. Holding onto her hair with one hand, the other gripping her hips, Jason rocked her world, slamming into her over and over.
She told herself she was just hanging on until he could get off but only a couple of minutes later, he shifted his angle until he hit her in just the right spot.
Dylan’s knees and elbows shook, sweat dotted her brow.
He was adding spanks here and there, not in any discernible rhythm so she didn’t know when the next was coming.
Her heart was flying when that wave hit her and she collapsed, screaming into her pillow as he worked himself through it behind her, meeting his own end with her hips in his hands.
Dylan felt him rolling to one side of her, the heavy cadence of his breath matching hers.
One of his large hands slid over her ass, content to settle there as she eased down from all that stimulation.
Still, he’d exceeded her expectations. Not only was he completely charming, he’d worked her over in a way no man ever had before.
She had no doubt she’d be sore tomorrow, but she was smiling because every sore spot or movement would just be a reminder of tonight. And tonight blew her away.
“That smile for me?” Jason asked and she loved his whiskey-deep voice.
Dylan nodded, still smiling. “Are you staying tonight?” she asked, hoping she didn’t sound completely needy but knowing she probably did.
“I’d like to.” He kept his voice low. “As long as it’s not going to create a problem.”
She sighed. “Not at all. I had an ex for several months and the only person I know in town is my uncle.” His hand was rubbing her lower back now and she hummed, enjoying that touch. “He’s never even been to my place. Too busy running his biker gang.”
If she’d opened her eyes, she would have seen Jason freeze next to her. But she was too blissed out at that point.
“Oh, yeah?” he asked. “You know which biker gang? There are a few around in these areas.”
“The Cottonmouths,” she whispered. “My uncle Eli is their president.”