“Make it up to you?” Her sassy little brow lifts.
“I was worried all week that you’d been snatched up by an alien or picked up off the side of the road by a killer. Therefore, I think you need to let me see you home tonight. Make sure you’re safely tucked into that bed of yours.”
Her smirk unravels my nerves. Everything about her drives me wild.
“You’ll have to play your cards right then, Outlaw.”
Damn, I want to haul her ass out of here. But I brought my bike tonight and I can’t fuck her on the back of that thing. I need to get her back to her place so I can lay her out in her bed and get me a taste of that sweet cunt.
I step in even closer, breathing her in deep. She smells so fucking good. “How about you let me buy you a drink?”
She slowly shakes her head, running those red nails of hers up the side of my neck, making my pulse race under her touch. “I think it’s best for me to stay sober if I’m going to take that ride.”
I grip her tighter. “I’d never put you on the back of my bike if I had too much to drink.” I’m done drinking for the night, and the one I’ve had isn’t enough to impair me.
“That’s not the kind of ride I was talking about.” She leans in, brushing those soft lips across the base of my neck.
Shit. I need a taste of this woman so fucking bad.
“Need those lips, Cowgirl.”
She runs her tongue across them, making my dick weep again. “Then you better give me a dance, Outlaw. I need to see your moves first.”
She wants to see my moves? Fine, I’ll show her my moves. I’ll show her exactly what my hips intend to do when I’ve got her beneath me.
8
Payton
It’s like foreplay. I would never have guessed that a man of his size, a rugged biker, would have rhythm. But Cage has all the moves. Every touch, every look, every smile, it’s all winding me up. And now I’m so hot, I’m soaking through my panties.
His body presses against my back and he grinds down to the ground with me again, that hard dick pressing right into my ass. I shiver with the memory of exactly what that thing can do. All week I’ve been trying to forget him, but he’s been at the forefront of every thought. In fact, the only reason I came tonight was to see if he’d be here. It was a crapshoot in thinking he’d be back, but low and behold, he came looking for me.
We start to grind our way back to standing, and his thick fingers slide up my leg, running up my thigh, up under the back of my mini skirt. “Need you writhing like that on my dick, baby.” His breathless words against my ear have me panting. It’s myfinal undoing. I turn in his arms and lean up onto my toes, hovering an inch from his mouth.
“You better take me on home then, Outlaw. Not unless you want to take me into the bathroom and fuck me on the counter.”
“Shit.” He lets out a low rumbly sound before he’s grabbing my hand and turning, leading me through the crowd and out to the parking lot. This time, he takes me to his bike. And it’s one sexy piece of equipment. I’ve honestly never been on a motorcycle before, so this will be a first for me.
“Here.” He places a helmet on my head and straps it down. “Can’t be puttin’ that pretty head at risk.” He climbs onto the beast then turns and waits for me to straddle behind him. I climb onto the seat and as soon as I feel the engine rumble between my legs, I let out a moan. “You better not come until you’re straddled on my dick or else I’ll be punishing that little pussy when we get back to your place. Now, guide me to your place, babe.”
I wrap my arms around him and show him the way, feeling a rush of freedom as the wind whips over me. Riding a motorcycle is just as fun as riding a horse.
As soon aswe enter my apartment, it’s like a head-on collision. Us crashing together. His mouth on mine. His heavy body slamming me up against the wall. Fingers tearing at my clothes. Thank goodness Chassie is out tonight, otherwise, she’d be calling the cops thinking a burglar just busted in the door and is rummaging through the place. We finally make it down to my room, leaving a trail of our clothes left in our path. I’m suddenly hoisted up around his waist and he’s carrying me to my bed.
“You need to get on this dick and take me for that ride now, babe.”
He lies back with me straddled on his waist and I slide right into position. Lifting my hips so I can sink down slowly. And as soon as he breaches my entrance, the thick tip of his cock pushing into me, it’s like a bolt of lightning strikes my nerves, sending delicious tingles up and down my spine.
My head drops back on my shoulders and our groans echo in unison. It’s an indescribable feeling. He makes me feel so full. Every sensitive nerve is tickled by his thick cock. And when I finally sink all the way down, his dick rooted deep, the pulsing begins. The little electrifying shocks that tighten in my lower belly, that tingle in my clit. I rock forward, pressing down, and a wave of pleasure riots through me. I do it again, nice and slow, and am singed with flames of heat. It’s so good. Just as incredible as I remember.
“Fuck! You feel so damn good, baby.”
I open my eyes to the sound of his voice, and he’s watching me—hard. Those wolf eyes locked on as his big fingers grip my thighs tight. They sink in deeper as I quicken my pace. The desire on his face makes me want to ride him faster. I want to make him howl. I want to hear him shouting my name again.
I pick up my pace, quickening my hips like I’m riding a horse. Thrusting on his dick until I’m at a galloping speed, chasing my orgasm down fast. Those wolf eyes are now watching my tits bounce as his tongue licks across his lower lip. He bucks up, latching onto my nipple and my body quivers under him. That delicious tension is growing tighter and tighter. Drawing me in closer to the finish line.
“That’s it, my wild little cowgirl,” he grunts as he kisses his way to my other side, sucking my nipple right between his lips. He suctions down and the pleasure rolls through. “Feels so fucking good. Goddamn, this pussy.”
