"They're occupied. And drunk. And busy trying not to run into each other on the breezy ride. No one is paying attention to what's going on under here," he growls, shoving against the limited restraint of my hands.
His tongue begins its assault, making a daunting circle around my clit. I'm on high alert, because we could get caught at anygiven moment and somehow, that makes me evenmoreexcited. His hair is damp with sweat, tangled around my fingers.
"Mygod,baby," I rasp in a hushed moan.
Cass hums his approval, suckling my clit into his mouth. I want to scream. I want to be so loud. I want tocum. My hips are moving in rhythm with his tongue, driving for that sweet, sweet release. He dips a finger inside of me, making my fucking toes curl.
"Yes," I hiss, feeling my orgasm building. Earth shattering, all-consuming. My orgasm wracks through me hard, leaving me breathless.
Cass comes up for air for a split second before his mouth is on mine, smelling like a mixture of my arousal and his sweat. The scent is fucking intoxicating. He lifts me from the chair and pins me against the RV. He shoves my shorts out of the way again and pushes his hard length inside of me.
My heels dig into his ass, urging him deeper.
"Goddamn, Lilly," he growls, driving his hips upward and giving me exactly what I was asking for. He fucks me hard and fast and I'm coming around him in ten seconds like a teenager who's never had her pussy ate. I use his shoulders as leverage to hold myself up as he spills inside of me.
Cass rests his head on the center of my chest. Beads of sweat trickle down my own forehead and I can feel the dampness on my shirt from soaking in the sweat off of Cass. The deranged part of me wants to lick it, but I push down that intrusive thought. I've only just convinced him to marry me. I don't want to scare him off yet.
What a fucking beautiful life this is going to be.
Chapter Eleven
Cass
Sunday is the final day of the rally. A few biker games and the crowd begins to dwindle a bit. Some people head home on Sunday while others wait until Monday to pack up and head back to reality. Lilly's still asleep in the RV, but I couldn't go back to sleep once I woke up about an hour ago. Someone leaving out cranked up their motorcycle outside the bedroom and I thought I was being shot at.
Needless to say, I've been awake ever since. I make my way across the campground to vendor alley and bee-line to Kathy's. She's been serving up the best breakfast all weekend. She's got biscuits and gravy and fried egg sandwiches to die for. I grab a plate for Lilly and a fried egg sandwich for myself, dressed with mayo, cheese, and bacon. My stomach grumbles from the scent wafting out of the bag in my hand. I set Lilly's biscuits and gravy on the counter and devour my sandwich.
The rally is quiet this morning, for the most part. Everyone partied a little hard last night. Flashes of my own personal party flicker through my mind and damn if my dick ain't hard again already. She was so fucking perfect, falling apart for me rightoutside. Coming on my cock. Moaning my name. I know that she wasn't quiet. I could give a fuck less who heard, either. I hope the entire fucking place heard her screaming for me.
I finish up my sandwich and opt not to wake Lilly. My girl likes to sleep in and she hasn't been able to do that lately. I stick her plate in the microwave and walk through the campground toward Micah and Raven's camp spot. Just as I suspected, they're sitting around outside drinking coffee with a few of the Tattered Saints.
"Oh, there goes the neighborhood!" Sebastian shouts, tossing his hands in the air as I approach. He stands from his seat and shakes my hand, dragging me into a half-hug.
"You fucker! When did you get here?" I ask with a smile.
"We got in late last night. Bristol and all the ol' ladies are on a bachelorette party this weekend, so I dragged Reaper up here with our new prospect," Sebastian informs me.
"Ay, Prospect!" he hollers.
A twenty-something year old wearing a 'Prospect' patch in the center of his cut whips his head in my direction. He scurries over to introduce himself.
"Ryker. Prospect, Tattered Saints Gulfport," he extends his hand.
"Cass, Lucifer's Hounds Baton Rouge," I respond.
"Nice to meet you, man," Ryker says.
"Nice? I haven't even done anything nice yet," I quip.
Sebastian, Micah, and Reaper all bust out laughing and Ryker disappears back to whatever task he was in the middle of before Sebastian called him over.
"You two staying until tomorrow?" I ask.
Sebastian nods. "Oh, hell yeah. We missed all the fun yesterday, but there's still hope for today."
"That's right."
The weather is gloomy again today, and I don't think we're going to get away with it not raining this evening. I hope it does rain. I love the fucking rain. A good thunderstorm? Ilivefor a good thunderstorm. Just me and my girl, dancing in the rain? I'm in like Flynn, baby.
