Page 15 of Speed

What the hell am I doing, I asked myself. My only answer, his damn eyes, the dark blue with gold speckled in their depths. That’s what I saw when we looked at each other across the room. His short black hair and those eyes, but oh, I could picture him with long locks, just enough to run my hands through. The man didn't even tell me his name, but I thought I heard the other two call him Speed. I know MCs, and it makes me wonder how he’d earned that road name. I was ready to ask him when we entered the room, but before I could say anything he lowered me to my feet, and his lips met mine. Holy hell, his lips were hard against mine as he devoured my mouth.

By the time he ran his tongue across the seam of my lips, I was lost in him and opened my lips giving him just enough space to slip his tongue in, which he did, diving in full force.

I thought I was prepared for what was going to happen when I showed up at the Black Hawk MC. New in town, sticking to what I know, how bad could that be, so when a couple of the girls I’d met invited me, I didn't hesitate to accept. Especially when the men from the club frequented the diner I worked at, not to mention a few of the women I’d met that worked at the strip club the MC owned.

He literally had thrown me over his shoulder, and I had been momentarily caught off guard. Once my senses came back, I tried to make him put me down, but of course, all that did was lead to him smacking my ass, then his light rubbing had me wet and moaning. I’d only been with one man before, or boy since I had been in high school when we’d slept together. Not that I was much older than eighteen, I’d only graduated that past year.

Yep, pretty sure the man thought I was one of those women who got off coming to the clubs just to say she slept with a biker. Especially the way I’d reacted to his touch. Nope not me, but I didn’t think he would believe me if I told him it was something about him, how could I get him to understand when I couldn't explain it to myself other than at the first look into his eyes I was caught.

Sure that wouldn't sound crazy at all. His lips left mine and began a trail down my neck, across my collarbone and back up the other side until he reached my earlobe, sucking it into his mouth. My eyes rolled back in my head and time to think was over.

"Strip," he stated with a gruff voice.

"What?" I swear at that point, he sucked my brain cells through my earlobe.

"Strip, I can't wait to be deep in your pussy, so if you want to salvage your little skirt and thong you have on, now would be the time.”

Screw it, let him think what he wanted, I stepped back, looked in his eyes and began removing my clothing one piece at a time. When the last piece of my clothing hit the floor, I stood before him naked, and I should have felt exposed or nervous, but the feelings didn’t come. His eyes started at my feet, and as his eyes lifted, it was as if he physically touched me. I felt the warmth work its way up my body. He eyes met mine and I know I should have been scared by what was reflected in his—instead, the desire sent a shiver of want to my core.

“Goddamn, I was in a rush to be inside you, now looking at you naked makes me want to take my time and not leave any spot untasted or untouched.”

I couldn’t talk, I only continued to stare at him.

“Ah don’t worry, baby, you aren’t going to need to talk. With all the things I want to do to you, you’re only going to feel.” He stepped toward me, never breaking eye contact with me.

I’d never felt like that. My first time had been in the park in the grass, and the boy had lasted all of five minutes. And looking at this man, I could honestly say my first time was with a boy. ‘Cause by the promise that showed in this man’s eyes, I didn’t have to be experienced to know he would forever change the way I thought sex should be.

I blinked first, and in the millisecond it took, the control he was holding over his body snapped, and he was on me.

Compared to him, I was so inexperienced, but inside me, the fire from his touch, the heat in his lips as he kissed my lips down to my chin, my neck, my collarbone, to settle on my breast, left me burning. And when he sucked, then bit down on my peaked nipple, and his tongue laved the sting away, my pussy moistened and spasmed with the want of what he was offering me.

I placed my hands on the sides of his t-shirt, untucking it from his pants, pushing it up, sliding my hands with it to get my first real feel of his warm and inviting skin. As my hands reached his nipples and my fingernails raked over each, he pulled away, the cool air of the room hitting my breast, instantly made me miss his warm mouth.

His shirt was pulled over his head and tossed to the side, and as his hands undid his pants, I got my first look at his cock as it was freed: long, thick with the veins noticeable from his arousal.

The only thought I was able to process was,he is huge—everywhere.

Then he engulfed me.

Back was the man that had grabbed me out in the club. Hands roamed my body, lips trailed over every inch of my skin, coming back to capture my mouth. His tongue pushing in, exploring every crevice. All I could do was wrap my arms around him and hold on.

The kiss broke, and he reached to the side, grabbed a condom and pushed up onto his knees. I didn’t even see him place them on the bed in the first place, a sign my attention had been elsewhere.

“First time goin’ to be hard and fast, darlin’, I’d say the next time might be slow but don’t count on it,” he said while ripping open one of the foil packets and rolling it down his length.

“First time?” I’d only focused on those two words as he’d spoke to me.

“Fuck yeah, been a while for me, so one time in that pretty pink pussy ain’t going to be enough.”

I opened my mouth to respond as he leaned over me, one hand placed on the bed beside my head while the other lined his cock with my entrance. As the head made contact with my pussy, a shiver of anticipation ran through me.

“So wet and warm.” His eyes on mine as the head of his cock moved up and down, spreading the lips of my pussy, gathering the juices to allow him to slide in. I moved my hips up and down, following his movements, wanting him to take me.

“Stop teasing,” I’d found my voice.

His grin followed by the pressure at my opening had me grinning back at him. I was getting my way.

“Ah, darlin’, you’re gonna get what that little pussy wants and then so—” His words cut off as he pushed in and groaned. “Goddamn you’re tight, gonna blow before I get there.”

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