Page 12 of Biker's Hostage

“Tell me what you want,” I ordered her, my mouth pressed against her ear. My voice hardly even sounded like my own, written with a dark desire that made everything else vanish from my mind. But I was never going to be the guy who pushed further than what was truly wanted. If she told me no, as hard as it would be, I would stop here.

“I want...” she breathed, and she tipped her head back against the bed, letting out another groan through her teeth. I could tell it was nearly impossible for her to get the words out. I gripped her face, turned it back to face me, and looked into her eyes.

“Tell me,” I repeated myself. She seemed to click in to what was going on here, that I wouldn’t give her what she clearly wanted so badly.

“I want you to fuck me,” she breathed, finally, the words escaping her mouth in a single gasp. That was all I needed. I reached down to unzip my pants and took my cock into my hand. She hooked her ankles around my legs, drawing me in closer, her cheeks flushed and her lips parted, eyes burning as she looked down to watch me moving into her for the first time.

Planting myself against her slit, I thrust myself into her in one motion. She was already so wet for me, I slid into her with ease, filling her to the hilt. We both moaned, and she grabbed my face and tilted it up so she could look into my eyes as I held myself there inside of her.

I wanted to savor this moment. I knew it was crazy. I knew it was wrong. I knew I shouldn’t have been letting myself get this close to her, that I could have been putting myself at risk taking my eye off the ball in this way. But fuck it. When she felt this good wrapped around my cock, I didn’t care.

I wrapped my arms around her and started to fuck her properly, taking her in long, deep strokes, fucking her into the mattress, watching as her face registered the sensations, her eyes half-lidded, a small furrow appearing between her brows. I could already feel her starting to tighten around me, like she was pulling me in deeper and deeper, lifting her hips to grind against me and take me in as deep as she possibly could.

Our bodies were pressed together, leaving little space for anything other than the pleasure we were passing back and forth between ourselves, this burning need, this desire that consumed everything else, even the good sense inside of me that warned me I should know better than to get close to her like this. She had just been trying to steal from me, and yet, I didn’t want to punish her for it...

No, I wanted to make her come. And I wasn’t going to ease off until I was sure I had taken her over that edge and into her release.

I could feel her starting to tense, her thighs twitching as she squeezed them on either side of me, her head pressed into my shoulder, breath coming in short, sharp bursts. Knowing she was getting close, it turned me on like nothing else. I was hardly able to hold myself back as the pleasure began to rise inside of me, driving me to that point of no return, to that point where nothing else mattered but the sheer intensity of the way she made me feel...

And then, I felt it, her pussy contracting around my cock—she stilled for a moment, nails digging into my back, and then, a rush of curse words escaped her lips as she went over the edge and into her release. She pushed her hips into mine, grinding herself deep onto me like she couldn’t get enough, and I just held myself there, letting her massage me from the inside out, letting the pulsations of her pleasure take me over the edge and into my own release.

My whole body shuddered with pleasure as I finished inside of her, pressing my cock into her deep as I filled her with my seed—as though we hadn’t been reckless enough, going this far. I had forgotten to so much as grab a condom. But right now, it didn’t seem to matter.

I stirred my hips against her, not pulling back yet. Because I knew when I pulled back, we would have to contend with the reality of what had just happened here.

And, as she turned her head to brush her lips against mine once more, I knew her head was in exactly the same place mine was.

I pushed my tongue into her mouth and forced the doubt from my mind. There would be time for that later. For now? For now, I just wanted to enjoy how fucking good she felt wrapped around me.

And forget how much trouble I had likely landed myself in.

Chapter Nine – Chelsea

My eyes fluttered open, and I glanced around, forgetting for a moment where I was. I could hear a slow, steady breathing beside me, and my brain tried to register what it might have meant.

Had I woken up in the bed of some college boy after a one-night stand? No, it wasn’t that. I had finished college. This was something else entirely...

And when I flipped over and saw the man lying next to me, my heart skipped several beats. Fuck. I remembered now.

I’d had sex with Zane last night.

The memories all came flooding back to me at once, and my cheeks heated at the thought of it all. God, it had been hot. Really, really fucking hot. The kind of hot that I knew I was going to need a repeat performance as soon as possible. His cock moving inside of me, his tongue in my mouth, his breath on my skin, it was the kind of need I wasn’t sure I had ever felt from any man before, like he was totally and utterly lost to me and couldn’t imagine anything other than being this close to me.

And now... now, I supposed, he was. He was lying right there in bed beside me, fast asleep, hand on his stomach where his shirt had ridden up. I gazed at him for a moment, taking him in. He was so hot. There was no denying it when I was this close up to him and his face seemed a little softer while he was asleep, like he wasn’t carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders any longer.

And then, as I lay there, something struck me. My eyes slid toward the door and widened when I realized—it was unlocked.

Oh, shit. Shit. The door was open. In the rush of everything that had happened last night, he had forgotten to close it behind him. And now, he was out for the count, lying next to me... I could have slipped out of bed and made a break for it, and he wouldn’t have known a thing about it.

Before I could think twice, I swung my legs out of the bed and planted them on the floor below. I was half-dressed from our encounter the night before, but I scrabbled to grab my clothes as quietly as I could, pulling them on, stealing glances over my shoulder to make sure he hadn’t noticed what I was in the middle of. I could feel my heart thrumming in my chest, but I ignored it. If I was going to get out, I had to do it now, while he was asleep...

And, as I moved toward the door, picking my way over the floorboards I knew were the creakiest, I found myself slowing slightly. Of course, I should have been getting out of here. I knew that. I should have been putting as much distance between myself and this man as possible while I had the chance, and yet...

I turned to look at him, sprawled out in bed where I had left him, his head twisted to one side so that it caught the light pouring in through the window. It dappled against his skin, and I felt the tips of my fingers tingle at the thought of touching it, feeling him against me.

No matter what he had done to bring us together in the first place, there was a part of me that was intrigued by Zane, a part of me that wanted to know what he was capable of and why he had gone so far to bring me to this point in the first place. I planted a hand on the door and tried to will myself to walk. I didn’t know when, if ever, I would get a chance like this again, and I would have been stupid to hold back and wait on him to wake up. Even he would probably be surprised if he came to and found me still there when I could have just run.

I glanced at the takeout packages on the floor. He didn’t need to feed me. He could have just left me in here, locked up, with nothing, but he hadn’t. There was goodness in him, I was sure of that. My mind flashed to him handing me the coffee the other day, his silent awareness of what I needed…

---