His words sink into me. An excited quiver radiates from my belly, and the biggest smile paints my face. Hearing him say it out loud warms my chest. I reach out and rub a hand down his arm. “I feel the same about you,” I say quietly, fully aware anyone could walk in. But I’m itching to touch him.
An outrageous, tipsy thought forms, and I go with it. I look around. “You know, most members are visiting their families. The clubhouse is pretty empty.” I direct my gaze toward the sleeping quarters. “It’s the perfect opportunity to get each other out of our systems.”
His face brightens. “Fuck yeah.”
I laugh.
“I’ll go up now. Meet me in my bedroom in five.”
I love how eager he is. My breathing quickens. “See you soon.”
He gets up, and I watch his fine ass as he leaves. I gulp down the rest of my drink. The sexual tension between us has been building for so long. After a few minutes, I walk up the stairs, blowing out a deep breath to ease my nerves.
His door is cracked open. I hesitate, but I shake my head, not wanting to think about the consequences... This is a one-time deal. I peek left and right. No one is around. I push the door open and walk inside to see him standing there, waiting, in nothing but boxer shorts. He’s all lean muscle, with faint abs and that damn V-line at his hips. I lick my dry lips.
Time freezes.
I can’t breathe.
He chuckles, striding toward me. “Like what you see?”
Those forest-green eyes pin me in place. Rules are fleeting when chemistry burns so hot it sears reason to ash. I smirk. “Yes, I do.”
I snake my arms around his neck as his wrap around my back. I hear the click of the lock before he grabs my ass. His eyes light up and he leans down to kiss my throat. My head falls back, my eyes closing as a soft moan escapes me. He pulls me tighter, and I gasp as his erection presses against my stomach. He sucks on my earlobe as I lift my shirt. I pull it off and toss it to the ground. He reaches around and unclasps my bra. It falls to the floor.
“You’re perfect,” he purrs, his eyes roaming hungrily over me.
I undo my jeans, shimmy them over my hips, and step out of them. His eyes devour me. When he scoops me up, I wrap my legs around his waist. I snicker at the sudden movement. He carries me to the bed and throws me down. I love his playfulness.
I take in his glorious, sculpted body. He pulls his boxers down, and his dick springs free—stiff, thick, and massive. My jaw falls with a thump. Then I see it.
“Is that a piercing?”
He watches me with a cocky half smile. “Sure is, pretty, lady.” He has a barbell pierced through the head of his penis. He is one brave man.
“Please....” I beg quietly. “Come over here and kiss me.”
He slowly strokes his cock while gazing at me like I’m all he’s ever wanted. As he crawls up my body, he pauses and tugs at the side of my underwear. I raise my hips, and he hooks his fingers onto the side of them and slides them down my legs. He brings them to his nose and inhales, making my face heat. “These are mine now.”
He tosses them aside, moves up my body, and rests his weight on me. Our lips crash together. We’re both eager. My mouth opens for him. I cup his jaw, feeling the rough stubble before tangling my fingers in his hair. Our tongues glide against each other, and I feel his metal tongue ring. He tastes like sin, and I kiss him back harder, thinking I might never stop. It’s as if his lips are oxygen and I need him to breathe.
His tongue explores every inch. Desire fills me, and I’m throbbing down below. He places open-mouthed kisses on my chest, and his lips tease and nibble on my breast.
“I need you inside me now,” I say through harsh breaths as a wild hunger spreads from my belly to my clit.
He stops swirling his tongue around my nipple and looks up at me with that suggestive grin. My skin is burning where his lips just were.
“Shhh,” he says playfully. “I want to spend the whole day and night devouring your body.”
“Oh, I want that too, but...” I lean down and grab his dick.
He hisses.
“I need you,” I repeat. I might combust without him inside me, and we are on a time crunch here.
He leans over, opens the drawer of his bedside table, and takes out a condom. He rips open the wrapper with his teeth and slides it on. When he comes back up, I twine my legs around his waist. He stares at me with those deep, blazing eyes. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”
I hum in appreciation. Reaching my entrance with the tip, he grinds forward a little. I whimper. I caress the hard planes of his chest as he pushes slowly and smoothly inside of me, making me gasp out loud at his large size. It wasalmosttoo much.
