If I’d thought he really meant that the way it sounded, I’d have smacked his chest and told him to get fucked, but I knew his words came from a place of, maybe not fear, exactly, but concern. Worry. He genuinely believed this beautiful dick of his wasn’t getting the job done, or that he wasn’t enough.
“Nixie,” I gasped out, as he ground me down against his pelvis, and rubbed me in all the right places, all at once.
He hesitated, bursting out into laughter. “Nobody’s ever called me that while I’m fucking them…”
I slapped his chest, then pointed behind me. “She can see us!”
Rocket grinned. “What was it you said last time? Something like shut up and fuck me?”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Even sex with herwas borderline antagonistic, and I loved it. I loved everything about our moments together, all of them, even the simple things, like eating together, or watching a show.
Was it love? I was beginning to think that was exactly what it was. Could she feel it too? Was she feeling it at all?
I started thrusting up into her, as she ground down on my cock, and fuck me, that’s how a man dies happy. After all, isn’t an orgasm called a ‘little death’? I feel like it’s gonna be a big death this time.
“She… can… see me…” V gasped out, trying to look over her shoulder, so I threaded my fingers through her hair, and dragged her against my chest, holding her in place so I could fuck up into her while she just fucking took it. Her breaths were wheezing out of her, and I figured out she wanted to be released when she bit me, right over my fucking collarbone, and that nip of pain sent me over the edge, my hands returning to her hips to hold her tight against me as I filled her with cum. I took theopportunity to grind her against me, moving my hips a little to work my cock inside of her, as I painted it with that babymaking juice, and her sweet body locked up and she nearly toppled back as her orgasm crested, and she lost her balance.
Catching her was easy. Instinctive. I’d always fucking catch her. Always protect her. Always save her.
“Oh god,” V gasped, as I pulled her back down on my chest again, and she held onto me as she panted in ragged breaths.
“Yep. That’s me. Whoa, nope, not moving yet, babe. Gotta keep you plugged with my cock, so that cum stays right up in there.”
She made a mock gagging sound, but relaxed against me once more. I liked her like this, maybe loved her even, because her defences were back down, and she was just herself. No walls, no wariness, no aggression, although I loved that part too. She was just relaxed. Calm. That’s how I knew when her mind started intruding again, feeling her muscles starting to tense again, as if she didn’t just get her fucking world rocked, and deserve a little chill time.
“Nope,” I murmured as she tried again to sit up.
“Rocket,” she whined in response, trying to break my hold, but you know what? I locked my fucking arms around her and kept her with me, against me, with me still inside her. My cock wasn’t going to stay put much longer, softening and sliding slowly back out of her, but it wasn’t even about the baby thing right now. It was about enjoying her closeness, and wanting more of it.
“I’d threaten to bite you again, but you seemed to like it.”
I grinned, nuzzling her hair softly.
“That was fucking hot. Bite me anytime… I mean, not on my cock obviously. I like him all in one piece, and so do you.”
“I need to sit up. My hip’s locking on me.” Her hip?
I released her and she pushed back up to sit astride me, rubbing her right hip gently.
“Did I hurt it?”
Her eyes met mine as a soft giggle escaped her lips.
“No, silly. I just haven’t ridden a biker or anyone in a long while. Maybe I should limber up next time.”
Fuck me. How hot would it be to watch her stretching and warming up her body so we could fuck?
“You’re picturing it, and being a perv. I can tell.”
“You read me a little too well sometimes.”
V arched her back and dragged her fingers through her long hair, sending it over her shoulders and down her back. Part of me wanted it twice as long so I’d feel it brushing against my skin too.
“You wanna know what’s weird?” I asked her, as my snarky bastard side kicked back in.
“No, not really.”
