Page 16 of Biker's Dark Revenge

"I should have come faster," he muttered, his shoulders sagging. He couldn’t just accept that he had done something good – he had to find a way to duck and dive my encouragement like he hated being the center of attention.

Like there was something heavy on his mind, that he was so guilty about he couldn’t accept this act of goodness.

"You did everything you could," I told him, and I tightened my grip on his hand. I reached out to cup my hand around his face, feeling the stubble on his chin against my fingertips, and drawing his face up to mine.

His eyes were...the emotion in them was something I had never seen before. Not just on him, but on anyone. Like he wanted this, wanted more, but at the same time, felt like he didn’t deserve it. As though he was risking so much by even being here.

And, without another second of thought, I found my mouth crashing into his for the first time.

What was I doing? I didn’t know. But, as his mouth softened into mine, and he reached out to pull me into his arms, I knew I wanted it. I wanted it more than I could make sense of, more than anything in the world at this moment.

His hands came to my waist in a tight grip that seemed to burn into me at once. I moaned against his mouth, marveling at how good he felt this close to me – amazed at the fact that I could have imagined, even for an instant, that this guy didn’t like me. It seemed so obvious now. All this time, I could have been acting on that silly little crush...

Guess I had a lot of time to make up for, huh?

He laid me down on the floor, amongst the chaos of the bed we were building, and moved on top of me, pushing his knee between my thighs and parting them with ease. His strength sent a shockwave of lust through my system, and I reached up to grab him, kissing him again, feeling his teeth catch on my bottom lip with a delicious blend of pleasure and pain. He groaned against my lips, and I felt the vibration course through my whole body, every part of me responding before I could stop it.

He brushed his lips down my chin and towards my neck, grazing them along my throat, so I could feel the warmth of his breath on my skin. I moved my hands to his back, grasping him tightly, needing to feel every inch of him right now – nothing else would satisfy me, nothing would come close.

Pushing his hand beneath my shirt, he pulled the fabric aside so he could draw my nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing tantalizingly against my breast. I could have watched him like that all day – the dark want in his eyes, all aimed at me.

He continued his journey down, brushing his lips across my stomach for the barest moment – oh, the feel of his breath down below there, it was enough to set everything inside me on fire. I gasped, and he looked up at me, a grin curling up his lips as he undid my pants and slowly inched them down my hips.

Shifting so that he was between my legs, he traced his tongue along the crease of my thigh. I could feel my pussy throbbing with a hungry need, so much want in my system I could hardly make sense of it – I felt as though I was going to fall apart right there in his hands, but, at that moment, there was nothing I wanted more. I couldn’t stop staring at him, burning into my mind the image of him like this, right in front of me.

"Can I taste you?" he asked me softly. I nodded, unable to do much more than that – it wasn’t as though I could get the words out, not now. He hooked his fingers around the hips of my panties and eased them down, the puff of my pubic hair exposed as he stripped me naked right there in front of him.

My chest was rising and falling fast as he tossed my panties aside and slid his hands underneath my thighs, gazing down at my pussy – he flicked his tongue over his lips, the hunger evident and written all over his face. My hips were lifting towards him, moving almost of their own accord, as he hovered his mouth just an inch or two from my pussy.

And then, finally, he planted his lips against me.

The pleasure spun through my entire body, the feeling of his tongue against my clit almost more than I could take. I wanted to cry out, let the sheer shock of this pleasure take control of me – it was as though nothing else in the world mattered, as though nothing else in the world could have come close. I reached down, pushing my hands into his short hair, lifting my hips against him so I could feel the warmth of his mouth against every part of me.

He swirled his tongue around my clit, and I had to bite down hard on my lip to keep from making too much noise. The sheer shock of it, the way it made me feel – God, it was more than I could take, in the best way possible. Drawing my clit between his lips, he began to apply a gentle sucking pressure, as he moved his hand between my legs, his fingers grazing across my slit before he pushed them deep inside of me.

The external and internal stimulation all at once, sent a shudder of pleasure coursing through my whole system. Oh, did he have any idea, any idea at all, of just how good he made me feel? I was grinding back against him, holding him in place, my fingers digging into his scalp. I could feel the pleasure blooming and growing inside of me, faster than I could make sense of it, and all I wanted right now was to lose myself to it completely – I wanted to give in till there was nothing else left, give myself over to the sheer intensity of the way this made me feel. I couldn’t stop it. Not even if I wanted to.

He massaged me from the inside out, tongue against my clit, as the orgasm teetered close to the edge – I was breathing hard, the breath tearing out of my lungs, catching in my throat. My whole body was alight with pleasure, coursing from between my legs to consume every part of me – till there was nothing left, nothing left but the impossible deliciousness of the way he felt between my thighs...

And then, finally, I felt it. The orgasm tore through me, and I pressed my lips together to keep from crying out in sheer pleasure. His tongue continued against my clit, his fingers stilling inside me as my pussy throbbed around his hand. I could hardly breathe as the pulsations of pleasure coursed out across my whole body, toes curling against the carpet below me, coming against his mouth right there on the floor of my living room.

By the time I sank back down to earth, he leaned back, catching his breath – I looked down at him, eyes slightly blurry, and when I saw my wetness smeared across his mouth, I couldn’t resist.

I leaned up to kiss him, drawing him down to meet me, planting my lips against his once more. I could taste myself smeared all over his mouth, and the knowledge of where he had just been, what he had just done, was so impossibly sexy to me. I grabbed his shoulders, raking my nails along his arms, my body already lighting up for round two...

But, before we could take it any further, he pulled back. I stared down at him, panting.

"What’s wrong?" I asked, but he was already reaching for his phone.

"I’m getting a call," he muttered. "Sorry, this could be important..."

"No, it’s okay," I panted back. He lifted his phone to his ear, propping himself up on one elbow.

"What’s going-"

He had hardly greeted whoever was on the other end of the line before they started to speak. I couldn’t hear who it was, or what they were saying, but by the tone of their voice, it sounded serious.

Lee’s eyes widened, and his brow furrowed.

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