He came over and tugged her to him. “You make me so fucking turned on, woman. I’d love to take you for a ride on my Harley, then pull over and fuck you long and slow on it. You loving the ride is fucking hot.” His mouth covered hers hungrily and she pressed closer to him, her body aching for his touch. “Breanna,” he rasped as his hand slid down to her ass.
In one fluid movement, he lifted her up, walked over to the kitchen table, and set her on top of it. He shoved up her T-shirt, exposing her full breasts, and eagerly sucked and feasted on them as she moaned and writhed beneath him. As they touched and tasted each other, their arousal rose higher until Steel turned her around on her knees and spread them open wide. He slid under her, and when she felt his tongue lapping up her sweet juices, she nearly lost it. As he licked her, one hand played with her tit and nipple, while his other kneaded her ass cheek. His wandering fingers went from her ass to her heated slit, pressing against it as his wicked tongue steadily lapped her clit.
When he pushed two fingers inside her, wiggling them, she cried out, “I want you inside me. Fuck me.”
He chuckled against her folds, and the vibration from his lips made her crazed with desire. “You taste so good, baby. Like honeyed salt. Fucking good.” He lapped harder as his fingers thrust in and out of her. “You like that?”
“Mmm… I love how you make me lose control,” she breathed. He pushed out from under her and she heard him rip open a packet before he unzipped his jeans, his stiff cock jutting against her ass. A quiver surged through her veins as her insides jangled with excitement. She looked over her shoulder and met his heated gaze as he took his cock in his hands, slowly teasing her clit with its throbbing head. “That feels so damn good,” she croaked.
“I’m gonna make you feel even better,” he said as his dick left her clit and slid into her, just the tip. “You like that, baby?” He leaned over and kissed her back, then slid his cock fully inside her. “Fuck,” he said in a low voice. Then he pulled out, her body trembling in anticipation for the next thrust. He didn’t disappoint, slamming into her once more, burying his hardness deep inside. He grabbed her by the waist and thrust forward. His pace was quick and hard, and she let out whimpers of delight as the tingling warmth gathered between her legs. Her head snapped back as he grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked, her back arching while he buried himself deeper inside her. He reached around and stroked the side of her sweet spot with a single finger while he rode her hard and fast.
Pressure began to build between her legs, and then a tidal wave of pleasure overtook her as her orgasm echoed through her body. She felt him bucking into her and heard him grunt as he found his release. Her breathing slowed and she collapsed on the table, his dick throbbing inside her. It was the best feeling in the world.I could get addicted to this.She sighed contentedly. “That was awesome,” she said, wiping the drool from her mouth.
He blew out a warm breath that tickled her back. “Fuck, woman. You’re in my blood.” He feathered short kisses over her shoulders, then pulled out and lay beside her, drawing her close to him so her back fit against his stomach as he stroked her hair. “You wanna go for a ride today? I got a special spot I’d like to share with you.”
He wants to spend the whole day with me. I was so wrong about him. Fuck, I quit my job! I gotta call Jorge and tell him I want it back.“I’d love to.” She brought his hands up to her face and kissed them.
They finally sat up and Steel helped her off the table, clasping her body tightly to his. “We should get ready to go,” he whispered in her hair.
“I know. Why don’t you go first, and I’ll clean the table.” She tilted her head back and gave him a devilish grin.
He lowered his head and kissed her. “Okay.” He smacked her ass and then let her go. “I love the way your ass feels against my hand.” He winked and swaggered to the bedroom.
Breanna gathered her clothes from the floor and slipped on her T-shirt and shorts, then took out the cleanser from under the sink and began to clean the table. She heard Steel’s voice flitting from the bedroom and strained to hear what he was saying, but she couldn’t make anything out except the occasional “fuck” that peppered his conversation. A couple of minutes later, he came back into the kitchen, his face serious and tight.
“We’re gonna have to go on our ride another time, baby. I gotta go.”
“Has something happened to Chenoa?” A knot formed in her stomach.
“No. I got club business. I’ll call you later.”
Disappointment wove through her. She remembered her dad had always used “club business” as an excuse for disappearing for days on end. She hated those words.
“Hey.” He came up to her and cupped her chin in his hand. “Don’t sweat it. We got some shit going on that has to be taken care of. That doesn’t mean we can’t go for a ride during the week.”
“I know,” she mumbled as she ran her hands over his T-shirt.
“I’m just gonna take a quick shower. Then I have to go.” He kissed the tip of her nose and padded back to the bedroom.
She sank down on the couch, turned on the TV, and stared blankly at the screen. She hit Mute on the remote and called Jorge.
“It’s me,” she said.
“Changed your mind?”
“Yeah. I was just having a moment. Sorry.”
“I figured as much. Steel and I go back a long time. He’s a decent guy. He gets a bad rap because he’s president of an outlaw biker club, but he’s really an upstanding guy. Don’t let him know I told you that.” He chuckled. “So, I’ll see you Friday night?”
“Yes. Thanks, Jorge. No more drama from me, okay. God, I hate it when women create drama, and I pulled that crap on you.”
“It happens. No worries. Friday, then.”
She hung up and wrapped her arms around her knees. A few minutes later Steel came out, his black hair damp. She jumped up and opened the door for him. “Thanks again for last night and breakfast.”
He kissed her passionately. “You’re welcome. I’ll call you.” Putting on his sunglasses, he walked into the brightness of the day. He smiled at her before he pulled away from her house, and then he was gone.
An empty ache filled her, and she chided herself for being such a whiny wimp. She turned off the TV and went to her bedroom, deciding she’d take another shower and then settle down and read a good book. It’d been a long time since she had a chance to read for pleasure and she decided she’d take advantage of it.
She knew she was hooked. He’d told her she was in his blood, but he was in her heart, and she didn’t even know how the hell it had happened.
I’ve done exactly what I said I wasn’t going to do. I’ve fallen for a biker. My brothers and sister are going to shit bricks. They aren’t going to believe it. Hell,Idon’t believe it.
She laughed aloud, then covered her mouth with her hand.
And it feels wickedly wonderful.
