Page 17 of Her Obsessed Biker
He seems to be asking for permission or making a declaration. Or both.
I nod, my breath hitching as he unzips me and starts to tug down my jeans. I raise my hips, a little too eagerly, and then my legs are bare and the jeans are tossed aside. And my underwear is next.
And then he drops to his knees.
Just like that.
Drops to his knees in front of me like a man worshipping at an altar.
I stare down at him, breathless, thighs trembling slightly. He grips my knees and pushes them apart, exposing my damp core. I should be nervous, embarrassed…but I’m too far gone for either. He doesn’t give me a second to doubt or catch my breath. He just stares, dark eyes fixed between my thighs like he’s been waiting his whole damn life for this.
“Fuck, Piper,” he mutters, voice gravel-rough and reverent all at once. “Look at you. So goddamn perfect.”
I suck in a sharp breath, chest rising fast, my legs threatening to close from the intensity of his gaze. But he doesn’t let them.
He grips my thighs, strong fingers pressing into my skin, spreading me wider. Holding me open. His grip is possessive. Claiming. Like he already considers me his.
Then he lowers his mouth to me and all rational thoughts leave my head. The first swipe of his tongue sends lightning up my spine. I gasp, my hips jerking involuntarily. I grab his shoulders, needing something to hold on to, because holy hell…I’m not ready for the way he devours me.
His tongue circles my clit, licking slowly and deeply, savoring every inch, every gasp, every twitch. There’s nothing shy or hesitant about it. It’s filthy and intense.
His beard scrapes against the sensitive skin of my thighs as he sucks me into his mouth, tongue circling my clit with maddening precision. I cry out, head falling back, the pleasure hitting me fast and hard. I try to squirm, but his grip tightens, locking me in place.
“Don’t run from it, baby,” he rasps, the vibration of his lips against my folds intensifying the pleasure rushing through my veins. “Take it. Let me give it to you.”
And then he does.
Over and over, with relentless, hungry strokes of his tongue that push me higher until I’m shaking, panting, clinging to him like I’ll fall apart if I let go.
“Oh God…Rock…” I choke out, the pressure building fast, too fast.
“That’s it, baby. Let go for me.”
I break with a cry as an orgasm ripples through me like wildfire, scorching and sweet, leaving my body limp and twitching. My vision goes white, my thighs clamping around his head, and he groans like he loves it.
But he’s not done.
Not even close.
He pulls back only long enough to trail kisses up my belly, lifting my shirt as he goes. Then one thick finger slides between my folds, slick from my release, and he presses it slowly, gently inside me.
He suddenly goes still, his brows furrowing as he raises a questioning glance to me.
“Wait…” His voice drops an octave. “You—are you a virgin?”
I can’t speak. I just nod, lips parted, body still trembling in the aftermath of what he just did to me.
His expression shuts down, his eyes unreadable. My heart sinks and I grip the table tighter, bracing myself for the second rejection of the night.
Chapter Six
Rock
I should’ve fucking known. The way her tongue brushed tentatively against mine, copying my strokes…
She’s a goddamn virgin.
Hearing her say it…watching the color rise in her cheeks as she averts those big eyes…
