Page 7 of Big Bossy Biker

“It feels so good,” I moan, my head finally falling back, my eyes shutting. “I–”

The rest of my sentence is cut off by a sharp gasp as he closes his mouth over my clit and sucks. Every muscle in my body quivers. The reaction is completely involuntary. He’s the one solely in control of my body. I’ve handed the reins over to him, letting him guide me through this.

“You taste incredible,” he says, pulling away and looking up at me with lust-filled eyes. Our gazes lock, and all time stops. Like this, he looks delicious. It’s like I could take a bite right out of him. “So sweet.”

Then his mouth is back on me, picking up right where he left off. It’s like he’s starving, or dying of dehydration, and I’m the only thing that can give him salvation. God, I want to give himeverything, and if I were any more coherent, I’d tell him he could take my virginity.

As it is, my brain is starting to go blank. The only thing I can think about and focus on is how good Noah’s tongue feels against me. Then, his finger slides inside of me, and I can’t stop myself from screaming.

I lean forward, curling my body over his head as I hold on for dear life. The entire world around me swirls, the lights of the room seem to dim. The only things that seem real are me, Noah, and the desk I’m sitting on. Everything else becomes background noise.

“Noah,” I moan, gasping as all the muscles in my body start to tense. I feel something building in the soles of my feet, spreading up my legs, to my stomach, and to the top of my head. “Noah, I think–”

He pushes another finger into my pussy, rubbing his tongue in unforgiving circles around my clit. It only takes a few pumps of his digits in tandem with that sinful tongue to push me over the edge I’ve been teetering on. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

My grasp on him gets impossibly tighter as every nerve in my body alights. The cliche about fireworks doesn’t really apply here. Instead, it’s like a wildfire spreading through my veins. It burns me from the inside out in the absolute best way.

As my thighs shake and my toes curl, I struggle to take full breaths. Noah doesn’t let up, his fingers still sliding in and out of me while his tongue presses against the bundle of nerves. It’s unrelenting, and delicious. Then, as my orgasm subsides, it becomes too much.

“Noah,” I whine, straightening out and pushing him away from me. “Please.”

He chuckles, rising to his feet and towering over me once again. His clean hand lands on my jaw, tilting my head up to capture my mouth in a filthy kiss. I can taste myself on his tongue, tangy and earthy. Underlying that is his own taste, something unique that reminds me of evening summer wind.

“How was it?” Noah asks, pulling away and smirking down at me as he strokes my cheek gently.

“Better than I ever thought it could be,” I say truthfully. “Your mouth is amazing.”

“That’s just a fraction of what I can do,” he says with a devilishly boyish grin. “I’d love to show you more while I’m here.”

“I’d like that,” I say, letting him kiss me again before I stand up and redress myself.

“Running off so soon?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“No,” I say with a giggle as I crack open the door to ensure that no one has come into the office while I was otherwise distracted. “I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t ignoring any customers.”

“You’re so attentive,” he replies, the devious smile on his face softening. “We don’t have to stay in here, though. I’d be glad to go back out to lobby.”

I consider that. There’s no reason that we should stay in here, but I feel like this interaction isn’t over. When I glance down at his jeans and find a bulge there, I know that we aren’t done here.

“What if I help you out?” I say, feeling bold. He just got me off, and I think the least I could do is reciprocate – even if I’m not entirely sure how.

“You don’t have to,” he says kindly. “Just eating you out was more than enough for me.”

“What if I want to?” I challenge, wanting to do it more now.

“Well, if you want to…” he trails off, crossing the room and stopping in front of me. He gives me a kiss, slow and sweet and indulgent. “I’d like that very much.”

“I’ll need you to walk me through it,” I say, a little embarrassed to admit it but still determined to give him everything he deserves. “I’ve never done this before.”

“I know,” he says as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “Get on your knees for me.”

My body seems to go on autopilot, and I obey.

Chapter Five

Noah

The sight of Fiona on her knees in front of me is something out of my wildest dreams. She looks ethereal. Pools of sparkling blue stare up at me, waiting for my next command. If I were a younger man, it would be damn near enough to send me over the edge.

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