Page 12 of What He Wants

Holy crap! Why did that make my pussy buzz? I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face as I reached up and turned the lock. Big John yanked the door open, his gaze moving over me with a thorough sweep that revealed that he liked what he saw. A lot.

“You look fucking hot.”

So did he, but I had a feeling that he already knew that. I wasn’t about to feed his ego. “Thank you,” I said simply. Just as I was about to step outside, I remembered the wine and reached for it where I’d set it by the door. He glanced at it questioningly. I shrugged. “You’re supposed to bring a hostess gift to a party,” I explained.

He grinned, but didn’t say anything. I followed him to his bike, for the first time questioning my decision to get on it. My car was parked at the back of my house and not visible from the road. “We could take my car,” I suggested.

Big John shook his head and took the bottle of wine from me. “Once it gets too cold I’ll be inside a cage more than I like, so for now it’s my bike.” He stored the wine in a compartment on the back of the seat of the bike, and turned back to me. Again, his eyes wandered with lazy interest down my body and back up again. I had no doubt that he could see me beneath the clear, star-studded sky. “Hell, woman, I’m going to have a busy night keeping my brothers away from you.”

Jesus, there were more of him? “How many brothers do you have?”

“Too many,” he said curtly, climbing onto his bike. I watched how his powerful thighs hugged his bike, thinking what they would feel like against mine. “Not by blood. The members of our club call each other ‘brother.’” Oh. “You don’t know much about club life, do ya?”

“Jasmine told me some things.” I lifted my chin.

He scoffed. “A woman like her would know.”

I raised my brows to that, not sure I liked the way Big John had said it. But then I decided to leave it alone. Jasmine would have been the first one to admit what she was. She liked men and sex, liked how they made her feel. And she didn’t care what anyone thought about her. You liked her for the way she was or you could fuck off, as I’d often heard her say.

I looked at Big John’s bike. “So, ah, where do you want me?”

“Fuck, Daisy, you really want to know?” I knew immediately that he wasn’t talking about where to sit on his bike. He laughed, obviously sensing my discomfort. “It’s too cold to sit in front of me, climb on back.”

He assisted me until I was settled with my legs against the back of his and my open crotch was snug against his ass. Heat climbed into my otherwise cold cheeks, while scorching fire settled in my nether regions.

“Now wrap your arms around me and hold on tight.”

I did as Big John said, immediately feeling how hard and muscled his torso was. I linked my fingers over his tight-as-hell abs, but he forced my hands down until they rested against his lower belly. More heat infused me when I realized how close I was to his cock, and I felt something hot and wet soak my panties. This was not a good idea. I knew that the clubhouse wasn’t that far away, and if things kept progressing the way they were now, I was going to arrive there panting and horny.

Maybe that was his intention.

I’d never been on a motorcycle before, but I had to admit that it was thrilling, despite the cold December night cutting through me. I burrowed my face against the back of Big John’s neck, just beneath where he’d tied his hair, breathing in deeply his manly scent, rubbing my nose against his warm skin before I thought about what I was doing. A couple of times he reached back, gripped my thigh, and nudged me closer to his backside, closer to his heat. Between my pussy hugging his tight ass, and the vibrations of the bike beneath me, I was on a quick road to experiencing my first orgasm without the help of a man or my trusty dildo.

Well, maybe having my pussy up against Big John’s tight ass helped a little.

I squeezed my eyes shut, letting the feeling of what the bike was doing to my body take control. Jasmine had been right. Riding a motorcycle was like sitting on a giant dildo that was designed to give pleasure all over, and not just to my clit. I was one, big, sensitive nerve, and there wasn’t any place on me that wasn’t benefiting from the rough, bumpy movements as we raced down the open road.

My clit was buzzing wildly by the time we reached the clubhouse. Big John slowed down as he turned to enter a large, well-lit, fully packed parking lot. The building in front of us was huge,and every light seemed to be on. Party noise filtered out to us, a combination of music and laughter. Big John pulled around to the back of the building and parked his bike, backing it into a spot near some other bikes. It was dark there, yet I could still make out the outline of a door. Cutting the engine, Big John kicked the stand down. The quiet surrounded us immediately.

The kind of silence that intensified the tiniest sound, like breathing.

I could hear Big John’s breathing, and it was harsh. Then he growled, taking my hands in his and moving them down to cover the front of his pants. My eyes widened at the feel of his throbbing erection, and I wondered briefly if riding his bike had given him the same pleasure that it had given me. My breath caught, and a low moan escaped me when he unlinked my fingers and forced an open palm over him, pressing down. Holding his hand over mine, he rubbed hard, arching slightly so that his jeans stretched taut over his rock-hard erection.

I had to open my mouth to breathe. More wetness flooded my underwear as I rubbed the monster behind Big John’s zipper. His breathing turned harsher, faster. I whimpered against the back of his neck, and then before I knew what I was doing I took his ear between my teeth and tugged. God, I was hot for him. I arched my lower body closer to him, if that were even possible, straining for more contact and the release that wasn’t very far away.

I shivered violently against him.

My heart was pounding loudly in my ears.

The sound of his animalistic groans overshadowed my whimpers.

When Big John moved, I wanted to cry out. But he only turned around on his seat until he was facing me. He lowered his upper body over mine, forcing me to half-recline. There was nothing behind me to stop me, but then his hands were there, one gripping my hair and the other around my back so that I wouldn’t fall completely backwards. The proximity of his body over mine put his cock right over my sex. Snug. He throbbed against me. I closed my eyes and moaned with pleasure, totally lost in the moment. I bowed up, needing, wanting more friction.

“You want to come, baby?” he whispered down at me. God, yes! But all I could do to show him was raise my hips and grind into his erection. “I need the words, baby. Need to know you want me to make you come.”

“Yes!” I hissed, hearing the desperation in my own voice. I was too far gone to make sense out of what I was doing, too far gone to realize that I’d regret this once it was over. I was so close to climaxing, thanks to the ride there, and now this. I reached around Big John and gripped his ass, pulling him harder against me.

He grunted. “Fuck, baby,” he whispered in a harsh tone. He was panting above me, grinding his cock against where my clit was behind my pants. It felt too good. But I was almost there, and I could feel my orgasm churning in my core, ready to release. So close! And then I exploded like a burst of fireworks in the sky. I sucked in a breath and screamed into Big John’s mouth as it closed over mine at the last second. How had he known?

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