Wolfe the biker next doo.., p.9
Wolfe: The Biker Next Door, page 9
He growled, “You don’t know what you’re saying.”
I laughed. “I know exactly what I’m saying, Wolfe. And I know what I’m inviting.” I took another step closer, until we were almost touching. God, I wanted him to touch me. “I can be your sweet tart tonight.” It was a stupid thing to say.
He grabbed my arms and jerked me up against him. The first touch of his naked body against mine stole a whimper of need from me. My breasts were smashed against the rock hardness that made up his torso. But it was his cock sliding between my legs that caused a liquid fire to gather at my pussy.
“No!” he snarled down into my face. “Never that.” And then his lips came down on mine, hard and full of passion.
A moan escaped me as I kissed Wolfe back with all the passion I had in me. His mouth consumed mine. I opened mine eagerly to his probing tongue, happy to let mine twist and curve around his. I could taste the warmth of whisky on his breath, but he wasn’t drunk. He was too skillful, his movements too precise for that. I wrapped my arms around his neck and strained my lower body against his loins, telling him exactly what I needed.
His hand went to the back of my head and grabbed a handful of wet hair. He pulled me away from him, breathing heavily, a fire burning brightly in his eyes. I could feel his heart pounding against me and knew that it mirrored mine. “You better be sure you want this, baby. I can only promise you tonight.”
His brutal honestly should have sent me running. But I convinced myself that one time with Wolfe was better than nothing. Though my heart tried to warn me that one time with Wolfe would never be enough, my brain shouted that we would be content with whatever we got. Lies! All lies!
“I’m sure, Wolfe.” I was panting heavily too. “I want you to fuck me.”
Chapter 19
Wolfe
I didn’t give a fuck if her words were a lie. I was too far gone to turn away now. I wanted Ella too much. After watching her swimming and mingling with my brothers and the sweet tarts the day before, the ease in which she’d integrated herself into their wild and raunchy goings on, it hit me that I’d been a fucking fool. She fit in so well.
I nibbled on her lips. I was done talking. I kissed my way over her jaw and down the side of her neck, alternating between kissing and biting. Several times I hit a spot that caused Ella to moan, her hands on my shoulders clenching. I kept one hand tightly wrapped in her hair so I could control our kiss, and let the other one glide down her backside until I reached the glorious swell of her ass.
I groaned with the feel of her flesh in my hand, squeezing, caressing and forcing Ella against me until I could grind my dick against her. It wasn’t where I needed it to be, so I picked her up until I could rake my boner across her soft pussy lips. I knew the hot and creamy slickness I felt there was her body’s response to what we were doing.
She trembled wildly and caught her breath. “Wolfe…”
Her beautiful tits were right in my face, and I took the gifted opportunity to take a nipple into my mouth. They were already beaded hard and tight, and I sucked on one hard like it was sweet candy, biting down gently before I released it. I moved on to the other one.
“Fuck!” she cried out in a husky voice, all the while moving her hips back and forth over my dick. The friction of skin on skin gave us both pleasure.
I knew that I was brushing against her clit. I could feel the trembling of her thighs, and her climbing breaths told me that she was chasing her orgasm. I wanted to be inside her so fucking badly, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen unless we went back to shore where I could grab a condom out of my pants’ pocket.
“Go ahead, baby,” I encouraged, grinding harder against her clit. I reached down and took my dick in my hands, not entering her, but running the head between her plump folds. I made sure to tease the little bundle of nerves, ramping up her pleasure to unbearable heights, if her moans were anything to judge by. I nearly lost it when she clamped her thighs together and squeezed my cock. “Fuuucck!” I grunted, trying to stave off coming. I wanted to see to her needs first.
“I’ll come if you come.” There was a touch of amusement in her voice.
I expelled a short laugh. “I’m right there,” I responded hoarsely. I couldn’t get enough of her tits. The globes were heavy and firm, the real deal, and her nipples were hard enough to cut glass. I kissed, sucked and bit at them, knowing that I’d leave marks but not giving a fuck.
I wanted my mark on her. Everywhere.
Ella’s hands gripped my head as she held me against the fleshy mounds. Her movements turned wilder, needier, her breathing increasing with every second. “I’m going to come!” she announced in a raspy tone. “Don’t stop!” she ordered.
I had no intentions of stopping. Not when she was so close. I grit my teeth and raked my dick even harder over her slick cunt. “Come on, baby. Fucking come on my dick.” I reached down, took my dick in my hands, and used the head to rub her swollen clit, determined for her to come now before I lost control.
“Wolfe!” she panted in a harsh tone. “Oh, God, I’m coming!” The bite of her nails fed my need for a little pain.
I slammed my mouth down on hers, swallowing her scream. She bucked wildly, clinging to me as she lost control of her body. Her orgasm seemed intense, and I had to clench my jaw to keep from thrusting inside her where I wanted to be. I positioned my pulsing dick right between her plump folds and felt the warm, slick heat of her cream as it slipped out. Christ. I needed to come and then get the hell away from her, because I didn’t trust myself.
I never fucked without wrapping up and I wasn’t about to start now, no matter how enticing Ella was or how much her hot pussy beckoned. She lowered her head to my shoulder and continued to twitch and jerk, her warm breath against my neck. I started to move again, creating the friction I needed to come. I was so fucking close that it wouldn’t take me long. And Ella helped by squeezing her thighs.
“Your cock feels so good there,” she murmured against my neck as she kissed me. “Fuck me, Wolfe. I want to feel you inside me,” she pleaded. “Please!”
I growled, just about to explode, when Ella’s soft yearning cut through my concentration to feel the same fucking thing. I wanted to sink inside her killer body and fuck her until the sun came up. Until she was screaming my name, and so sore she wouldn’t be able to walk the next day without feeling me.
Regret swamped me. “No condom,” I rasped, grinding against her labia.
“I’m clean,” she said breathlessly. “And I haven’t been with anyone since I went to the doctor.”
So was I. “No babies,” I countered. The telltale tingle in my spine warned me I was past the point of no return.
“That’s why I went to the doctor. I’m on the shot.”
God, I wished we’d had this conversation earlier. I could have been screwing her all along. I didn’t have to think for very long to know that I was going to break my own rule and fuck her. There was no finesse involved, I was too revved up. I reached down, grabbed my swollen dick, and rammed it into her cunt until I was balls deep. We both sounded out sharply and clung to each other for a minute, panting harshly. I was trying to stave off coming instantly because she was tight as hell and hugged me like a glove.
“Oh, fuck, Wolfe!” Ella whisper shouted against my ear. I heard the awe in her tone. “That feels so good!”
I felt her clench around my dick and grunted at the intense pleasure. “Fuck, baby, you’re tight,” I grunted. I had a moment of worry that I might have hurt her, and gave her a minute more to adjust to my size. Being deep inside Ella, and without a wrap, felt fucking good. I knew I might regret it later, but there was no way I was going to pull out of her now.
She bumped her loins against mine. “Move, Wolfe, I have an itch that needs scratching.”
I grinned and pulled out to the head, and then slammed back in because I wanted to hear her moan. I was rewarded with that and more as her nails tore up my back. She was leaving her own marks on me. When her teeth sank into my shoulder, I was done, and knew it wouldn’t take long. I began to fuck her fast and hard, relishing in her little grunts and moans as I powered into her. At one point I paused long enough to lick and suck her tits, and then I began to ram into her again.
“Oh, Jesus, Jesus, I’m coming again!” She sounded surprised. “Wolfe—”
I completely understood the desperation that I detected in her tone. I felt it, too, when my balls drew up tight and the tingle in my spine became more of a burn that was going to fucking consume me. My heart was racing in my chest, blood surged through my veins like hot lava. The muscles in the back of my thighs quivered. I closed my hand in Ella’s hair and tugged her head back so I could plant my mouth on hers, never slowing the speed of my lower body as I plowed into her. The pleasure was so fucking intense I pulled my head back and roared to the moon as wave after wave of cum spewed deep inside her.
“Fuck, Ella!” I snarled, losing control. I held myself inside her and filled her with my seed. I couldn’t remember a time when I’d ever come inside a woman like this, and it was a nirvana that equaled nothing else.
It took me a minute to realize that Ella was coming, too. She buried her face against my neck and cried out, jerking uncontrollably, squeezing and clenching my trapped dick as if her pussy wanted to suck every drop from it. As we rocked against each other, still connected, I discovered the difference between the feel of experiencing intimacy with someone special, and just getting my rocks off with one of the sweet tarts.
Someone special. Fuck. It was true, Ella was special, and as soon as I came down from the high, I began to regret my decision to fuck her bare. I didn’t want these feelings of doubt, and I tried to push them to the side. I could think about them later, when my head was clearer. Right now all I wanted was to enjoy the euphoria of the best fucking orgasm I could ever remember having.
I kept Ella crushed against me as I softened and slipped out of her. I groaned, already missing the snug heat of her pussy. She released a soft sigh, too, twitching with sensitivity as my dick slid against her clit. With every heavy breath she took, I became aware of her tits against me, and those razor-sharp little nipples. I ran my palms down her back and over the curve of her ass.
“That was…amazingly awesome,” she whispered softly against my shoulder.
I grinned, her compliment making me feel like a king. “It was okay.”
She clicked her tongue and bumped her hips against mine, obviously unhappy with my weak response.
“Okay, it was good,” I relented. “More than good, baby. I think I saw stars,” I joked.
Ella pulled away enough to look at me. “Me, too,” she admitted. “A first.”
Shit! The awe in her tone worried me.
And I knew that I needed to be ready for anything.
Chapter 20
Ella
I hadn’t been kidding when I’d told Wolfe that I’d seen stars. I’d been so worked up that once my orgasm hit I had skyrocketed to another realm of flashing colors where nothing else had mattered except the intense rapture claiming every nuance of my shuddering body. The world could have been imploding around me and I wouldn’t have noticed or cared. The pleasure of being claimed by Wolfe had been tenfold when I’d felt him come inside me. His roar and the way he’d locked us tightly together as he’d filled me with his cum had prolonged the exquisite experience to culmination.
He'd ruined me for anyone else.
I would never admit it, though. I sensed that kind of information would send Wolfe running. Just as admitting that I’d never let a man come inside me without a condom before him probably would. That had been reckless on my part, and I hoped I didn’t regret it.
Gradually Wolfe distanced himself from me in more ways than one. The sudden silence between us was telling. It was always awkward after having sex with someone for the first time, but something told me that Wolfe was thinking very hard about what we’d just done. Either he regretted it, or he was worried that I would expect more than he was willing to give now that we’d been intimate.
Men worried that all a woman had on her mind was marriage.
Women worried that all men wanted was sex.
“You’ve gone quiet,” I murmured softly. “You really don’t have to worry about me, Wolfe. I know how you feel, and to be honest, I’m not looking for anything serious either. A woman can enjoy casual hookups, too, you know.” Part of me believed what I was saying, but there was also a part that knew that I was just fooling myself. I felt that we could really be something to each other if we let things happen naturally.
Wolfe snorted with humor. “Woman like you always expect more, baby. That’s why I usually stick to the sweet tarts.” There was a brief pause. “They just like to fuck.”
I frowned, because it felt like he was trying to piss me off on purpose. Maybe he was testing me. I took a calming breath before saying, “So do I, Wolfe. And I’ll prove it to you.” That last part slipped out before I could think about what I wanted to say. I stepped around him toward the bank.
“What the fuck do you mean by that?” he grated behind me, and I could just imagine the frown
in his tone marring his features.
I could tell that he was behind me. I laughed softly. “Nothing. Just that in time you’ll see that I’m no threat to your freedom or anything else. I won’t make any demands on you.” Demo had been patiently waiting for us just beyond the edge of the water and came to greet me as I stepped onto the muddy ground. “Hi, baby,” I cooed, patting him on the head.
“Wait a minute.”
Wolfe caught up to me, grabbed my arm, and swung me back around. Standing beneath the light of the full moon I could see everything, and so could he. I tried not to let my eyes wander, but the man was so freaking buff and sexy. His gaze wandered, too, and for a minute we stood there checking each other out. It turned out to be a bad idea, because all it did was make me hot. As I stood silently beneath his heavy scrutiny, I sensed that he was looking for something, maybe a sign that I was being truthful.
“You’re up to something,” he growled on a harsh breath.
I smiled. “I swear I’m not.” I wondered what had happened to make him so distrustful of women. Had he been hurt? I decided to put it in plain words that couldn’t be misinterpreted. “We fucked, Wolfe. It was something we both wanted. Now we part ways. You go your way. I go mine. We can still be friends if you want.” Was it really going to be that easy?
He released a heavy sigh and shook his head before placing his forehead against mine. “Fuck.” His tone was heavy with regret, and something else. Confusion?
“What’s wrong?”
“I want to fuck you again.”
I was curious as to why he seemed irritated by it. “We can do that again, too. As long as you know we’re not exclusive.” What was I saying? Did I want Wolfe so badly that I was willing to lower my standards? Since when had it ever been okay for a man that I’d been with to sleep with other women, or me with other men? I didn’t sleep around, and once I knew that a man I’d been with did, I dropped him like a hot potato.
I knew in my heart that if I saw Wolfe with another woman it would crush me.
To get my mind off my thoughts and the corner I was backing myself into I reached for his cock. It was rock hard and ready. He groaned the second my hand encircled it. I slowly moved my hand up and down the length, using the pre-cum I found in the slit as a lubricant. The more I moved, the more Wolfe groaned and shuddered. I thought about dropping to my knees. I wanted to taste him. But before I could, he wrapped his hands around my upper thighs and gave me a jerk. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist. In the next instant he lowered us to the grassy embankment and entered me without warning.
I cried out as rough, sweet pleasure enveloped me and stole the breath from my lungs. He filled me with his big cock, his hands gripping my hips tightly. If he left bruises, I didn’t care. His passion was raw and honest, and I lifted my hips to every one of his powerful thrusts. I ran my hands over his shoulders and down his back, marveling in the serious muscles at play.
“Jesus, fuck, you have a tight pussy!” he grated. “So fucking tight.” My hands glided over the curve of his buttocks, and clenched into the taut flesh as it tightened with every plunge. “Milk my dick, baby.”
Wolfe leaned down to take a nipple in his mouth. I threw my head back with a sharp moan, feeling my core clench. There was a tingle of pleasure running along my spine, leading directly to my pulsing clit. “Wolfe—” The length of his cock raked over my clit with every downhill thrust. My body quivered with arousal as I felt my orgasm grow with surprising speed. “Fuck me harder, Wolfe!”
He kissed me hard and long, and then flipped me over onto my knees. His hand moved between my thighs, and his fingers explored my wetness before wiggling inside. “Oh, God!” I bucked forward when his fingers impaled me. It was a different kind of fullness. I panted loudly as Wolfe found my sweet spot and thrummed the patch of nerves until I was flying.
