“Go left.Door on the right.”
Jag grunted and went the ten or so steps to the other side of the apartment where there were two bedrooms.He opened the door I’d indicated and took us inside, kicking the door shut once he did.
He set me on my feet, the bed behind me.Each flash of lightning revealed more glimpses of him.The concentration on his face, the intricate patterns inked across his chest and shoulders that told stories I couldn’t yet read all called to me on a primitive level.
He reached behind me, finding the clasp of my bra at my back and fumbled until he made a sound of frustration.I reached back and unfastened the clasp and shrugged out of the garment.When I did he dropped his mouth to my breast, I cried out and arched my back to get closer to him.
“Want you,” he growled against my skin.“Wanted you from the moment I saw you.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I smiled down at him as he held my gaze.Then he licked my nipple before taking it into his mouth and sucking.
I’m not really sure how the rest of our clothes disappeared.The frantic tangle of limbs and cloth was a blur.
When he finally pushed me back onto the bed, I was a mass of irritated nerves.My need to come overrode everything, but he refused to let me.And I was under no illusions he didn’t know exactly what he was doing.
The storm crescendoed around us.Thunder rolled continuously overhead as Jag moved down my body, nipping and licking a path headed straight to my pussy.
His hot breath brushed against my inner thigh as his beard tickled sensitive skin.I gripped the sheets, trembling with anticipation.When his tongue finally made contact with my clit, I nearly came off the bed.
“Jesus fuck,” I gasped, my back arching as he licked a slow, deliberate stripe from pussy to clit.
Lightning illuminated the room just long enough for me to catch the predatory gleam in his eyes as he looked up at me from between my thighs.His large hands gripped my thighs, holding me open and steady as he buried his face between my legs, devouring me with single-minded intensity.
“Jag,” I whimpered, brushed my fingers over his short hair.
He grunted against my pussy, the vibration brushing through my clit and making it pulse with the ever present need to come.This wasn’t tentative exploration.This was a man staking a claim.
He circled my clit over and over before sucking it between his lips and I cried out again.“That’s it,” he rasped against me.“Let me hear you scream.”
I couldn’t have held back if I tried.Every lash of his tongue pulled sounds from me I didn’t know I could make.When he slid one thick finger inside me, curling it upward while maintaining the relentless attention of his mouth, I felt myself spiraling toward the edge.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he groaned, his voice raw with desire.“Been dreamin’ about this since the first fuckin’ second I saw you.”
Another flash of lightning illuminated his face for just a moment.The intensity in his eyes as he looked up at me from between my legs nearly undid me completely.This wasn’t just sex for him.He was claiming me, marking me as his in the most basic way possible.
When he slid a second finger inside me, scissoring them gently, I lost it completely.The orgasm crashed through me, my thighs clamping around his head as my body convulsed and I did, indeed, scream for him.I cried out his name, over and over, like a prayer.
He worked me through it, his pace never faltering until I pushed at his shoulders, oversensitive.
“Need you inside me,” I gasped.“Please!”
Jag crawled up my body, his skin hot against mine as he braced himself above me.His cock pressed hard against my thigh, thick and insistent.He kissed me deeply, and I tasted myself on his tongue, making me moan into his mouth.
“Christ,” he groaned, resting his forehead against mine before finding my lips again.He didn’t move to enter me and I whimpered, digging my nails into his ass to try to make him fuck me.“Condom?”he murmured against my lips.“Need a fuckin’ condom.”
I blinked, startled.Of course I should be using a condom!“Nightstand,” I managed, still catching my breath.I only managed to pull myself out of the haze of lust and need because of the realization I’d been ready to have sex without a condom for the first time in my life and hadn’t thought twice about it.
He hesitated, giving me an odd look and I kissed him once more.“I’m a woman who can take care of herself.Most of the time, anyway.”I smiled.“I don’t come into the biker compound looking for sex, but I’m not about to deny myself if the opportunity arises because I wasn’t prepared.”
“Not my business,” he said, but I could see the relief on his face.
He started to move to the nightstand, but I stopped him.“Look at me, Jag.”When he did, giving me a questioning look, I smiled up at him.“I don’t cheat.And I don’t sleep with more than one man at a time.”
His brows drew together.“I… didn’t think that.”
“I know.And it’s okay if you did.Am I right in thinking this is a first for both of us?A relationship, I mean.”
“You haven’t had one either?”
