Her chest heaves, and as she relaxes into my touch, I release another smack. She yelps as the force knocks her forward, but she composes herself, pushing her arse back against my cock, which is straining to be released.
I unzip my jeans, releasing my cock and fisting it as I step out from them. She’s still face down on the mattress as I grip her hips and pull her to the edge. I grab a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back so I can see her face. She smirks, her tongue running seductively over her plump lower lip.
I use my grip on her hair to guide her to the floor, pushing her onto her knees. She doesn’t need me to ask, she just opens her mouth. As I bring my cock closer, she licks the end, swirling it around the tip. She sucks me into her mouth, the warmth making me groan with pleasure. My grip tightens as her cheeks hollow out and she grazes my length with her teeth.
I hit the back of her throat, and my head falls back, my eyes rolling as the sensation pulses through me. I shoot my load into her mouth, shuddering hard. Hell groans and I watch as she swallows my seed.
Her glistening lips part as she looks at me longingly through hooded eyes, her breathing ragged. I pull on her binds, bringing her to her feet. I kiss her passionately, tasting myself as I suck gently on her tongue. She hums in my mouth as her kiss consumes me.
I break the connection, and our erratic breathing is the only sound filling the room. She places her bound wrists over my head and I lift her, wrapping her legs around my waist.
I feel the wetness as her pussy rubs against my shaft. I bite tentatively at her neck as she leans her head to one side giving me access.
Planting small kisses along her nape, I lower to the bed and lay her back as I go. I bite at one of her nipples, and it pebbles between my teeth.
She arches her back off the bed as I run my hand the length of her body. She tries to angle herself to get me where she needs me. I smirk against her breast, and she sighs in frustration.
“For fuck’s sake, Drifter.”
I stop my assault on her breast and blow gently. “What’s up, Hell? Too much?”
Running my fingers through her folds, I coat them in her arousal before bringing each one to my lips and painfully slowly sucking them clean.
“Ugh.” She throws her head back on the mattress in frustration.
I slide myself down her body until my nose hits her pussy, and I inhale sharply. She wiggles down the bed, pushing herself closer to my mouth. My tongue darts out, massaging her clit as she whimpers, her body sagging into the bed with relief.She tastes fucking divine.
Her orgasm begins to build, and her breathing becomes laboured as her legs tighten around my head. I dive my finger into her cunt and it’s enough to send her over the edge.
Her legs begin to sag, her body spent. I kiss the inside of her thigh as she comes down from her high, her juices drenching the sheet below her.
CHAPTER SIX
ROCHELLE
Istretch out across the bed, my body aching with satisfaction. There’s something about make-up sex that leaves me feeling completely satisfied.
I can’t help but feel disappointed that Drifter’s side of the bed is cold again. I know with the Steel Delinquents circling, he’s busy, and there’s a lot on his mind. And it doesn’t help that I’ve been acting a little crazy myself.
I sigh heavily. I’m not used to asking for help, but maybe it’s time I leaned on the other ol’ ladies. Otherwise, I’m going to push Drifter even further away.
I slide off the bed, catching my reflection in the mirror. I pause, running my finger through my thoroughly ruined hair, smiling to myself. Then I trail my finger over the bite mark stamped into my breast. I arch a brow as an idea forms. I could make his mark permanent, a reminder of us etched into my skin forever.
Pulling my robe around myself, I grab my phone and fire off a quick text to Ink.
Me: You got any room for the Pres’s ol’ lady today?
I don’t have to wait long before I receive a reply, and I grin. It looks like I’ll be spending my afternoon in the tattoo shop.
I make my way down to the bar. It’s empty except for Slider watching motocross on the television. The guys must be out on a run, which makes my plan a little easier to pull off.
“Slider,” I say, my tone light. He throws his head back on a sigh, eyeballing me suspiciously, so I give him my best smile. “I need a ride to the tattoo shop.”
He scoffs, shaking his head. “Not a fucking chance. Pres will have my balls.”
A smirk pulls at my lips. “He’ll have more than your balls if he knows I left here unaccompanied with all the shit going down.” I arch a challenging brow, knowing I have him.
“Fuck,” he grunts, switching the television off and stomping towards me. “At least let me run it by Pres,” he says, taking his phone out his pocket.
