Page 37 of Pike

“Liquid courage.”

“I like it, baby. I like it when you tell me what you want,” he tells me. I smile back at him, noting that for later. With the way I feel right now, I could tell him anything, and I might. But right now, I want something else. Something more. I want Pike. I lean up and press my lips to his, waiting for him to pull away, but he doesn’t. He kisses me back gently, and I need more. I crave more of him.

“Are you going to kiss me or not?”

“I am kissin’ you.”

“You know what I mean.”

“You want me to be rough with you, Jailbait? I can do that.” I nod my head, and that’s all he needs to hear. He tugs me closer, my body plastering to his. Our bodies mold together, his arms almost crushing me, but I love every second of it.

His lips claim mine in ways no one ever has before. His tongue forces its way past my lips and into my mouth, tasting, teasing. I moan and press myself closer.

Pike pulls back and is nearly breathless. He looks down at me, his eyes dancing with lust.

“I’m not gonna stop, Jailbait.”

“Don’t stop,” I breathe. Then he’s on me. He’s ripping my shirt in two, tearing it down the middle. I gasp as his head dips and his lips clamp on my nipple. He bites it hard through my bra, and I moan loudly. He growls and moves to the next one, doing the same as his fingers work the button on my jeans. Before I know it, I’m standing naked in front of him. He steps back and looks me over, taking me in. His eyes flash with danger, and something I’ve never seen before, as he slowly drags his gaze back up to meet mine.

“I’m gonna enjoy feastin’ on you.”

“You still have your clothes on,” I mumble. He doesn’t move, doesn’t chuckle, doesn’t do anything but look at me. Then, slowly, he begins to peel out of his cut. His shirt’s next as he pulls it over his head and tosses it to the side. I watch in awe as the man strips right in front of me. When he’s completely naked, and his hard cock stands in front of me, I lick my lips once more.

“I want you on your knees, crawlin’ to the bedroom.” Normally, I would laugh at the idea of that, but with the alcohol running through my veins, I slowly drop to my knees and begin to crawl. Pike grabs his cock in his hand and strokes it as he follows me. Knowing he’s back there, watching me like this has my body so hot and bothered I can barely stand it.

Once I’m in the bedroom, Pike walks past me and sits on the edge of the bed, his large cock still in hand. He strokes it while watching me.

“That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Your pussy on full display for me. I could see everything, Feather.” My body nearly explodes with the heat I feel. I sit back on my heels and wait for him to tell me what to do.

“Get on the bed, Feather. Spread your legs.” I stand from the floor and climb on the bed, spreading my legs wide for him. Pike shifts and moves between my legs. He kisses each ankle and then works his way up my thighs. When he gets to my pussy it’s dripping for him. He leans in and licks me once, and my back arches, a gasp falling from my lips.

“You want me to lick you until your legs shake? Until you’re screamin’ my name?” His voice is husky as he looks at me, his eyes locking with mine. I nod my head, my voice not willing to work with me at this point. He smirks and drops his head, kissing my pussy before getting to work. My hands clench the sheets next to me as he licks and tugs on my clit. I’ve never felt so alive in my life. I’ve never felt like my body was on fire as much as it is now.

“Oh God,” I pant as his lips and tongue work magic on my body. He twirls and licks, sucks and tugs. I arch my back, riding his face. I’m not even ashamed I’m doing it. Instead of overthinking it, I go with it. I let him take me, make me his in any way he wants. I let him use me, my body, and then I let go. I explode in his mouth. I can feel my juices as they coat his tongue and his chin. He groans and keeps going, pulling another orgasm from me. I scream for him, his name. I scream from pleasure.

“Pike, fuck. Pike!” He still doesn’t stop. He pulls a little more from me before I drop back onto the pillow, trying to catch my breath. Pike climbs up my body, leaving a trail of wetness as he kisses every part of my body until reaching my breasts. Then he’s licking and tugging with his teeth until I’m moaning again.

“You’re gonna come so many times tonight,” he warns. I don’t know how many times I can do it before my body gives out but I’m willing to try with Pike. Before I can say anything else, he’s thrusting into me. I wrap my legs around his waist, holding him closer as he picks up the pace. He’s pounding into me, taking me hard and fast, and I love every second of it. He hits me deeply, and the pain mixes with the pleasure filling my body. Each stroke of his cock inside me hits another nerve I didn’t know I had. He rides me roughly, and I can’t do anything but hold on for the ride.

I can feel the pressure building inside me as he fucks me into the mattress. Then I feel the orgasm hitting me, rushing at me, and I let go, coming again for him. This time, I’m scratching at his back, pulling him closer to me. Pike leans down and kisses me roughly, his tongue snaking into my mouth. We kiss like we may never get the chance to again, devouring each other’s mouth. He sucks my tongue into his mouth, and I feel my pussy clench all over again.

“You like this, don’t you?” he asks when he finally pulls away from me.

“I love this,” I admit to him. Sex with Pike is explosive. It’s everything a woman could hope for and more.

“I’m not done yet,” he says as he smiles at me.

Chapter 19

Pike

I had her in the palm of my hands, fucking her in any way I wanted. I had her bent over, fucking her from behind. I had her riding me, begging for my cock, and it was the best fucking thing in the world. I wanted her. I wanted more of her, but the time ended. We both fell asleep, and I snuck out in the morning out of my own house. I know she didn’t want me there. I know she wanted her space, and I interrupted that. So, I did the smart thing and left.

I pull out onto the main road and sigh. It’s early in the morning, and the air is still cool. I inhale deeply when the sound of a car speeding up behind me catches my attention. I start to look over my shoulder when I’m hit. The bike starts to swerve out of control as I try to correct it. It does no good. I spin, holding the handlebars as tight as I can, except it's no use. The bike spirals out of control, and I’m thrown off. I fly through the air, ready for my landing. I bounce off the pavement and skid down the fucking hill thanking god I didn’t slide across the pavement.

My whole body screams in pain as I skid to a halt. I close my eyes as I breathe heavily. What the hell were they thinking? Didn’t they see me?

My question is answered when I hear someone walking toward me. I reach up and try to pull my helmet off, but my arms are like limp fucking noodles right now.

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