Page 20 of Her Protective Biker
I did as I was told, resting my arms above my head in the grass, crossing my wrists in a sign of voluntary surrender.
He let a low growl from his throat and undid the button and fly of his jeans before leaning over me again. I was all but squirming with anticipation and closed my eyes to deepen the feeling.
I gasped when his tongue swiped my left nipple. I hadn’t seen it coming and not knowing when or how his next touch would come was a kind of pleasure I’d never experienced.
I let out another gasp when my right nipple was met with a sharp pinch before being soothed by his eager tongue. The hem of his t-shirt fell forward enough to tickle at my lower stomach as he flicked his tongue around before pulling the entire bud into his mouth.
God, his tongue was wicked.
He knew how to use it and was eager to do just that. The idea had me widening my thighs. The rough denim of his jeans abraded my sensitive skin for a moment before he pulled back.
Then I was met with the warm, wet sensation of his mouth between my legs. I groaned, bucking up towards his touch.
I opened my eyes to watch him work. He used one hand to part my folds as the other came up to tease my breast.
With callused fingers and a velvet tongue, he worked me over, his motions slow but getting faster, encouraged along with the incoherent animal noises I was making.
In no time, I was tumbling over the edge. Heat and pleasure sparking from my core and extending to my toes and fingertips.
The sensation went on and on. He didn’t pull away until the last aftershocks were leaving me. He moved his hands to the waist of his jeans, and that pulled me out of my stupor. I didn’t want to be only on the receiving end of our little backyard adventure. I wanted to tease, and torture and drive him wild like he had me.
I caught his hands then sat up kissing him a few times before pulling away. “Your turn to lie on the cut.”
He flashed me a wolfish grin and kissed each of my nipples before tugging his shirt over his head by the collar and tossing it aside. His jeans and boxers went next. For as unbothered as I felt about stripping down outside, he was a hundred times more confident. With every piece of clothes he shed, I could see why.
As he lay out before me, I drank him in. I’d seen the ink on his arm and neck before. Beyond that he had a tattoo of the club’s logo on the side of one well muscled calf. A simple black outline of some kind of motorcycle with a design in the background.
He was covered in golden skin and defined muscles on his arms, thighs and abs. But once my eyes landed on his cock, they did not stray.
I wasn’t one to care too much about size, believing that old saying thatit’s the motion of the ocean, not the size of the boat. Not that he wasn’t above average in that department. What caught my attention was just how eager he was for me. He was leaking precum, veins popping, skin all but purple from the way it was straining towards me.
I wanted him to make the same sounds I had. Wanted him writhing and shameless under my touch. I leaned over and swiped my tongue from the root all the way to the tip.
His reaction was everything I’d hoped for. Either he loved my touch as much as I did his or he hadn’t been laid in a long time. Secretly, I hoped it was both. He was a good looking guy with motorcycle groupies. Is that what they were called? Groupies. Whatever. I could guarantee the man had options. Yet here he was moaning with each pass of my tongue.
“Doc,” his voice was pained, so I put him out of his misery and stretched my lips around his crown and sucked him deep into my mouth.
It was his turn to buck his hips and a thrill shot through me that went from between my thighs straight to my straining nipples.
I felt around with my tongue until I found the little dimple under the head and flicked over it, reveling in the tremor that passed through his core.
He was solid and thick against my tongue and smelled of motor oil, sweat and man. I could have spent the whole day languidly teasing him, but there was more I wanted to do.
“Protection?” I asked, pulling off of him long enough to say the word then going back to having my fun.
“Wallet,” He gestured vaguely in the direction of his jeans and I scrambled away.
I found what we needed and handed it to him, watching raptly as he rolled the latex over his rigid length.
“You gonna ride me, Doc?” he asked after the condom was in place. “It would give me perfect access to these,” he reached out and stroked a thumb over one of my nipples and I shivered.
That sold the idea for me.
I moved so I was straddling his thighs, feeling the power of the body beneath mine.
His hands came to rest on my hips and I let him help guide me up and then down onto his length. “Jesus, fucking fuck, Hannah,” he said, his eyes rolling back into his head as my ass came to rest against him.
It had been awhile for me and Moose wasn’t a small guy. I had already come once and I was still so turned on I could burst. That helped to smooth things along without the need for additional lube.
