She tore in a breath and her gaze snapped from the mirror. I was over her before she could exhale, smashing my lips to hers. I nipped her lower lip and squeezed my prize.
“Tell me,” I demanded, without lifting my mouth enough to truly break contact.
My lips tingled as she breathily stared up at me, a dazed expression on her porcelain features.
“Tell me who this belongs to, and don’t lie to me.” I ground the heel of my hand until she was greedily sucking in another breath.
A sound caught in her throat, and I swear I’d never felt anything tremble and twitch between want and uncertainty.
Her earlier words rushed back to me.
Her put off tone, when she’d said that she never willingly fucked anyone. I hooked my middle finger, and the way her body locked onto that finger made me a believer. Before she could regain her senses, I claimed her mouth again.
It was impossible to think straight with her cunt clenching and grappling at my finger and our mouths locked.
“It’s mine,” I huskily informed her, when I finally came up for air.
I jerked my finger from her hot little trap, and used the other hand to shove her cheek, tipping her face back to the mirror.When her eyes locked on me, I hefted both brows, sucked the finger clean and challenged, “Say it isn’t.”
Her heel shot to the edge of the dresser, but it didn’t stop her thighs from shaking. Her cheeks were flushed and she licked her lips but didn’t dispute my claim.
I held her gaze with a hint of a triumphant smile lingering on my lips and shit talked while I shrugged out of the cut, “That’s what I thought.”
I laid it on the bench at the foot of the bed and took off my shirt while I was at it. Her cheeks flushed a little while she took in my long, tattooed arms and the club ink on my lower torso. When I returned to her side, I teased my fingers from her lower belly up to her chest and captured the soft, subtle swell of her tit. Her breath caught, the color in her cheeks deepened, but her eyes never left mine in the reflection.
“Look at them perfect, perky tits.” I cooed at her and she closed her eyes while the color bloomed deeper yet, her hands hesitantly shifting like she wanted to cover herself.
I leaned down and dragged the tip of my tongue over one pebbled bud and then its twin, drawing the second tightly between my lips to tug and suck. Her uncertain hands shot to my hair and she snared the short strands.
I spat it out, only to trace it once more.
“Why do you blush, but you show them on stage regularly?”
“You here to ask questions or worship?” She huffed, tipping her chin up in a gesture that was as cute as it was defiant.
I jerked her right leg up, gave her pussy lips a ‘good game’-style swat that left her curling and calling out with a surprised little squeak. I held her leg captive and sprinkled apologetic kisses to the area I’d tapped, “Are your eyes on that mirror?”
She drew a sharp, guilty breath and I laughed onto her sweet lips, drawing one and then the other into my mouth, before I parted them so my tongue could dance with her swollen clit.
Her hips bucked, her hands shot to my head, and she shyly began to grind. I glanced up at the mirror when I felt her body tense and arch and our eyes met. The grip on my hair tightened, and I knew she was on the edge. I relaxed, and lazily sucked the saliva from her pussy, leaving her to shake and huff. I smiled, planted a kiss at the top of her lips, and shot her a wink.
“I don’t think me and this pretty, pink thing have come to enough of an understanding just yet.”
Chapter Fourteen
A First for Everything
Crystal
I’d never let anyone eat me with the lights on, let alone watched their performance in a mirror. I swear to God, my pussy had a heartbeat all of its own when he left me hanging on the edge and began to slurp up the mess he’d made.
I dropped my head back and tugged at my own hair to keep from jumping on him. The heel of his hand slid against my wet pussy, and he ground without warning, leaving me to climb and twitch with a whine that was anything but dignified. When I twisted, he shoved me!
The smug bastard used the momentum to flip me right over to my belly. Those long fingers locked around my hips, and he jerked me back to the edge of the bed, leaving my short ass to dangle, legs flailing with the shock of the sudden motion.
I planted both hands on the dresser to try and gain some balance. The solid wood surface beneath my palms gave me abrief flicker of control, before his tongue darted between my legs and ran from clit to ass. I arched and twitched, my hands slapping and flailing as my brain turned into mush. I couldn’t compute the tidal wave of feelings that came with having that ridiculously good-looking biker familiarize himselfthatintimately with my most private parts.
I didn’t just lose control of my mind, that tongue of his ignited something in me. I alternated between puckering in shame and arching back for more. He drew my leg up high in his firm grip. It might have been a comfort if it didn’t leave my ass elevated and sprawled in his face.
