Page 67 of Her Possessive Bikers

She pulls back just enough to speak. "Not yet," she says with a wicked smile before taking me back into her mouth with renewed fervor.

I grip the arms of the chair tightly, every muscle in my body straining as she continues to work me over.

"Get up now and get on my fucking dick," I instruct, my voice a low growl.

Indy's eyes widen, but there's a fire in them that tells me she's more than ready. She stands, her movements fluid and confident, and straddles my lap. As she sinks down onto me, we both moan from the contact. The heat of her envelops me, and I grit my teeth to keep from losing it right then.

"Nice and slow," I say, my hands gripping her hips. "There'll be plenty of time for me to fuck you senseless when I heal up."

She nods, biting her lip as she begins to move. Her rhythm is steady, each rise and fall sending waves of pleasure through both of us. My hands roam her body, feeling the curve of her waist, the softness of her breasts. Her skin is warm under my touch, and I can feel her heartbeat racing.

"You're so damn beautiful," I murmur, watching the way her hair falls over her shoulders, the way her hazel eyes lock onto mine with an intensity that makes my breath catch.

"You're not so bad yourself," she teases back, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

Her movements become more deliberate, each roll of her hips drawing us both closer to the edge. The room is filled with the sounds of our breathing, our moans mingling together in a symphony of raw desire. My fingers dig into her flesh as I guide her pace, resisting the urge to take control completely.

"God, Tres," she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. "I don't think I can hold on much longer."

"Just a little more," I encourage, though I'm barely holding on myself. "Let me feel you."

She quickens her pace slightly, and I can see the tension building in her body. Her breaths come faster, more erratic. I feel myself teetering on the edge as well.

The door busts open, and suddenly Jacoby and Kyler are standing there, wide-eyed and out of breath. Indy yelps, instinctively covering herself with her hands. My heart is still pounding from the intensity of our moment, and now it's racing for an entirely different reason.

“Jesus Christ, ever heard of fucking knocking?” I snap, glaring at them.

Jacoby’s eyes flicker between Indy and me, a smirk forming on his lips. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?”

Kyler’s face flushes red as he tries to avert his gaze. “We thought something happened,” he growls. “We heard noises.”

Indy tucks herself closer into my chest. “Do you mind?” she says, exasperated. “A little privacy?”

Jacoby chuckles. “Didn’t mean to interrupt your little... therapy session. But Indy, baby, everyone in this room has seen you naked. No need to hide.”

Indy looks like a deer caught in headlights, her cheeks flushed, and she glances at me for some kind of reassurance. I give her a small nod, hoping to calm her nerves.

“It’s okay,” I say, my voice steady. “They know. We all know.”

She bites her lip, looking between Jacoby and Kyler. “You… you all know?”

Kyler steps forward, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “Yeah, Indy. We’re not exactly blind or deaf.”

Jacoby’s smirk widens as he leans against the doorframe. “And let’s just say, I’m not complaining.”

Indy’s eyes narrow at Jacoby. “You could’ve knocked.”

“We could have,” Jacoby admits with a shrug. “But where’s the fun in that?”

“I don’t find it too fucking fun at all,” Kyler grinds out.

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"I'm sorry," Indy whispers, trying to get off his lap. Tres’s grip tightens around her waist.

"Hush," he commands softly, and she obeys, staying still.

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