“Yeah,” I murmured, my chest warming as my eyes went to her ass. “It is.”
“Why didn’t you tell me you drew this stuff?” she asked.
I shrugged. “Just did.”
“These should be in magazines.” Her attention got caught up in the artwork of a tribal design I’d recently completed. “The colors are amazing, and your ideas are so original. I’m no expert, but I haven’t seen anything like this before.”
I walked over and looked at the drawing I’d finished just before I went to NOLA. It seemed so long ago, even though it had only been weeks. “That one’s for Blade’s new bike.”
“It’s wonderful.” Her eyes met mine, and her lips curved seductively. “You’re so fucking sexy right now,Iceman.”
My dick punched against the zipper of my jeans.
I loved it when she called me by my road name. It was fucking hot.
Her hand went to her pocket, and she pulled out a hair tie.
“You wanna go, baby?” I asked, my tone low and husky with need. “You want your biker man to take you to our room and fuck you until you pass out?”
She sifted her fingers through her hair before pulling it into a high ponytail and tying it up securely. “No,” she murmured, her eyes widening innocently. “I want my big, bad biker to drop his jeans for me right here, and right now.” Her beautiful, puffy lips pouted prettily. “I wanna suck your big, hard cock.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
SAINT
Something about being here in Jacob’s space and seeing his heart and soul pasted up on that board did funny things to me. My thighs shook, and heat built in my core.
I didn’t know if it was the booze, the environment, or just being around my hot biker guy, but suddenly, I wanted to play.
Slowly, I moved toward my man, my hands going to the hem of my tee, and I pulled it up and over my head, tossing it somewhere behind me.
Jacob’s grin lit up the room, and my nipples tingled, not just from the cool air in Jacob’s workspace, but also with the knowledge of what I was about to do to him.
“I wanna suck big, bad, biker cock,” I told him huskily, flicking the buttons of my jean shorts open and sliding them down my legs, making sure to take my panties with them before kicking them off. “You wanna give my face a good fucking, Mr. Biker?”
“Gonna fuck your face and then your tight cunt,” he vowed in a low raspy, sexy as all hell voice.
I widened my eyes innocently, my hands going behind my back to unclasp my bra. “Please be gentlewith me,” I purred coquettishly, throwing my bra in the same direction as my top, leaving myself completely bare. “I’m so small down there, you’ll hurt me.”
“Hell no,” he muttered, his eyes roaming my naked body. “Gonna rough up that little pussy.”
“Oh no,” I whispered as I approached, falling to my knees in front of him. My eyes lifted to meet his as he loomed above me, his hands going straight to his belt buckle and undoing it. Then, he unbuttoned his jeans, shoving them down his thighs and took his hard cock in hand. “You want this?” he rasped.
I nodded, keeping my eyes wide and innocent as I stared up at my man. “If I suck your cock good and swallow your hot cum, will you hold off on fucking me? I’m so tight down there, I’m scared you’ll rip me apart.”
His cock swelled even bigger at my words. “Lick it,” he ordered.
I obeyed and stuck my tongue out, lapping him from root to tip, my eyes never leaving his.
He groaned, his stare hooked on my mouth and what I was doing to him. I kept going, lapping him gently as if he were my favorite flavor of ice cream.
A drop of pre-cum appeared at the tip and I moved my way up, taking the head in my mouth, and sucked hard.
He grunted.
I released him, pulling my mouth back slowly, and internally cheering when a tiny string of pre-cum, which was still connected, stretched before it fell down my chin.
“Fuck me, you’re hot,” he muttered, his eyes blazing.
