Didn't remember letting herself get this close.
Heat rushed to her face.She started to pull back, but his arm shifted, tightening slightly, like his body wasn't ready to let her go, even if his mind was still asleep.
Having him this close to her was wild.Her pussy throbbed, and she held her breath in case he could tell what was going on inside of her.
She should move.
But for one suspended heartbeat, she stayed in his arms.
She let herself feel the safety, the warmth, the quiet.The way his heart thrummed beneath her ear.Inhaling the leather scent rolling off him, she kept her eyes closed and pretended to sleep.
It had been so long since she'd woken up feeling safe enough to linger in bed.In fact, she couldn't remember a time when there wasn't a biker or two in the apartment.Her mom, though beautiful, thrived on attention.Most of the men involved with her mom eventually had wandering eyes Lydia tried to avoid.
She swallowed hard and gently eased her leg off his, careful not to wake him.His chest rose under her cheek, then stilled as she lifted her head.
Baddy pulled her back against him, claiming her mouth.Shocked, she froze.Everything about him and what was happening overwhelmed her.
He was older.
A biker.
A man who refused to take no as an answer.
He cupped the back of her neck with his hand and eased his mouth off her until his lips skimmed hers."Open up, sweetheart."
Her mouth opened.Oh, God.
She was powerless to stop.
Hyperaware of her breasts pressed against him, she brought her leg up higher as arousal curled deep in her pussy.
He moved first, trailing his calloused palm underneath her sweatshirt along her ribcage.With skilled hands, he pulled the material over her head, leaving her topless.A rapid flutter rolled through her, and her nipples hardened.
Her breath hitched when his tongue swept over hers.She arched instinctively.
His hands got busy with his belt buckle.The metallicclinkechoed in the quiet room.
She parted his vest.He shrugged out of the leather.She pulled at his t-shirt.The material ripped at the shoulder seam as he yanked the clothing over his head.
Then there was only skin in front of her.
His mouth found her neck.She had no idea what was coming over her.She wound her arms around him, digging her nails into his back.
Outside, a motorcycle engine roared to life down the street.His head came up, and he grabbed the chain at his waist, fumbling with his wallet.He removed a condom, ripped the foil wrapper open, and rolled it on his cock.
She barely got a look at him because she was busy wiggling out of the oversized sweatpants, getting one leg free before he rolled on top of her.He slid into her pussy in a rush.
She gasped.Her body locked down.It'd been over a year since she last had sex.She either forgot how tight she was or he was really big.
Panting, she caught her breath.Having him inside of her was shocking, yet pleasurable.Strange, but exciting.
"Okay?"he asked.
"Yeah."
"Are you sure?"
She swallowed."Yeah."
