Edge tugs me down to his mouth. It’s on my tongue to protest, to pull away, but the second his warm mouth hits my overheated skin, I’m done. He places an open mouthed kiss on my thigh, then uses his tongue to lap up the beads of moisture, gathering it like a treasure into his mouth. He sighs deeply and I close my eyes and sink down lower, opening myself to him shamelessly.
His hands guide me to his mouth and at the first stroke of his tongue, as he licks me down my seam, all the way from back to front, I scream. I can’t help myself. I never thought that anything could feel so incredible. He gives me another slow pass before he stops at my aching entrance and spears me with his tongue, pressing it up inside of me.
I press my hands flat on the wall to try and stabilize myself, to keep myself from melting away, shattering into nothing, even as I open myself to him, to his greedy tongue, which plunges inside of me over and over. My legs shake violently and I rock hard, driving myself over his hot mouth. He licks and suckles at me, scrapes his teeth over my folds so that my skin burns.
I ride his face hard, rocking my hips back and forth, grinding into his tongue, his lips, anything and everything. I can’t stop myself from doing it. His tongue swirls over me and plunges inside and I’m gone, shattering, my inhibitions completely gone, everything stripped bare as the explosion of pleasure detonates in my core. It’s like a black hole, sucking all reason and logic and everything else out of me. I don’t even realize I’m screaming until after, when I start to come back down.
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip to stem the sound, mortified at how easily and quickly I came. Will Edge be disappointed that I didn’t last longer? Was it everything he thought it would be?
I’m still having aftershocks when Edge grabs my hips and rolls me roughly off of him. I let out a shocked gasp as I’m set on my knees. His strong hands guide me though, molding my body, pushing me into my hands and knees, spreading me out in front of him.
I glance behind me, shocked to find him there, staring at me spread so lewdly open in front of him, my juices leaking down my thighs, still throbbing from the orgasm he just gave me.
He makes sure that I’m watching him. That I can see every single word. “Beautiful.” The harsh darkness in his gaze echoes his words and lets me realize the full truth of them. “Fucking so beautiful. Andmine. I’m gonna eat you again from behind. Feel my mouth on your cunt. Feel me worship what’s mine.”
His words nearly make my legs collapse, but then his hands sweep down to my hips. He braces me as he spreads himself out behind me and his face delves between my parted legs. I have never felt anything more incredible than Edge’s mouth on my sex, his tongue laving at my folds, darting up into my entrance. He fucks me with his talented mouth, his lips and tongue plying me, devastating me, until I’m trembling.
And right when I’m there, trembling, whimpering and moaning and rocking my hips like an animal into him, he denies me. He brings his face away and I nearly scream in frustration at the unfairness of it.
My whole body tenses when his hand sweeps from my hip to my ass cheek. He parts me easily and then I feel him there. His mouth. His tongue. Scalding and hot and so unbearably intimate against my asshole, a place that seems so taboo that it’s that much more thrilling.
My hips jerk back as the strange sensations flow through me. The pleasure isn’t like before. It’s hotter, darker, deeper, sinking into every single one of my muscles. His other hand sweeps between my legs, his fingers slick from my weepingsex. His tongue swirls over my ass at the same time his fingers find my clit. I expect some slow, gentle caress, but this is Edge and I should know better. He pinches down hard on the sensitive bundle of nerves, and I nearly rocket out of my skin.
It’s too much. The pleasure, the fire, the pain. I’m overwhelmed and I tumble down hard, tossed into the waves of another incredible climax. I scream his name and I rock and buck, writhing wantonly, taking every single ounce of pleasure he gives me.
I take and take, filling myself up until I shatter all over again. I writhe and pant until I’m nothing but the pleasure. It rocks me, wrings me out, transforms me, until I have to collapse.
Edge lets me. He lets me hit the bed hard. He collapses beside me and hauls me into his arms. I want to tell him. I want to tell him how it feels, what he’s done to me, how he’s changed me, how I could never have imagined that anything could feel so good, how I fucking love him with every ounce and fiber of my being, but my eyes are too heavy, his arms so warm and strong and sure, and I just have to hope that, above everything, he knows what’s in my heart.
Chapter Seven
Edge
My phone goes off the next morning, startling me out of a deep sleep.
My hand shifts under my pillow, to the 9mm I keep stashed there, before I realize that it’s my phone going off, and there isn’t any immediate danger.
The second thing I realize, as my hand slips around to my back pocket, is that my phone isn’t there. I try to rip my eyes open, but only one cooperates, and when I sweep my arm to the nightstand beside the bed, my face aches like a motherfucker.
It takes a moment for the fog to clear, but then I’m right back on the ground, taking that beating. My hand closes over my phone, at the same time the rest of it comes flooding back.Harley.
Fuck.My eyes dart to her sleeping form, my body already buzzing like I’ve stuck my dick into the business end of an electrical socket. I put the phone to my ear.
“What?” I bark, my customary Saturday morning greeting.
“Good fucking morning to you too,” Snake snaps on the other end. The guy is an ugly motherfucker with a huge snake tattoo on his neck. Not sure which came first, the tatt or the nickname. He’s good shit though, and I calm it down enough to draw in a shaky inhale.
“Something up?” My eyes dart to the clock on the nightstand. Its red eyes glow back at me, the first digit a five. Something is definitely fucking up and I already know what. I want to be wrong, but of course, I’m not. I know Steel too well for that.
“Prez called church. Told me to round up the guys and get our asses to the clubhouse. Must be bad if shit’s going down this early.”
You have no fucking idea.
“I’ll be there,” I bark out before I hang up. I realize that my bike isn’t out front and I let out a groan. I’m gonna have to call someone and tell them to pick my ass up. Riding bitch on the back of a bike behind an unwashed, smelly dude between Friday night’s debauchery and Saturday morning’s shower isn’t something I’m looking forward to.
I roll out of bed and stumble over to the dresser. Every step is agony to my sore, brutalized muscles. It’s been a while since I’ve taken a pounding like this, and let me tell you, it isn’t any easier the older you get.
I force myself to peel out of my clothes, no matter how much my muscles protest and my bones creak in response. I opt for a fresh pair of jeans. I forgo boxers because any more movement than necessary seems like a bad fucking idea. I get the fucking things on and zip them up so carelessly that I nearly catch my dick in the process.
