I grip her thighs harder, hoisting her up onto the bathroom counter.
Better angle. Better access.
She squeaks at the sudden movement, her hands scrambling, but I don't give her time to adjust.
I bury my face between her legs and devour her.
No teasing. No buildup.
Just my mouth on her cunt, licking and sucking and fucking her with my tongue like my life depends on it.
She cries out, her thighs clamping around my head, her hands fisting in my hair.
I don't care if she smothers me, I'll die happy.
"Oh god. Oh fuck. RJ?—"
I slide two fingers inside her, crooking them forward, finding that spot that makes her whole body jerk.
My tongue circles her clit while my fingers work her from the inside, and she's already trembling, already close, her moans echoing off the tile walls.
But I want more.
I pull back, ignoring her whine of protest, and stand.
Before she can complain, I grip her hips and spin her around, pressing her front against the counter.
She gasps, catching herself on the edge, and meets my eyes in the fogged mirror.
"Hold on," I tell her.
Then I drop back down, grip her thighs, and hoist her up onto my shoulders.
She shrieks—half surprise, half laughter—as I stand with her legs draped over my shoulders, her pussy directly in front of my face.
Her hands slap against the counter for balance, her body trembling with the effort of staying upright.
"What are you—oh mygod."
I seal my mouth over her clit and suck.
She screams.
Actually screams, loud enough that anyone in the clubhouse above us definitely heard.
I don't give a single fuck.
Let them hear.
Let them know exactly what I'm doing to their precious biker princess.
I eat her like a man possessed.
My tongue works her clit while my fingers pump inside her, curling and stroking and driving her higher.
Her thighs squeeze my head, her heels digging into my back, her whole body shaking as she rides my face.
"RJ—fuck—I'm gonna?—"
