Page 34 of Her Obsessed Biker
Rock is just popping the tops off our beers when he turns and sees me.
The bottle opener clatters to the counter.
“Jesus fuck, Piper.” His voice drops, gravel and fire, and his eyes go molten in a second flat. The man who can command a room full of bikers with just a look? Yeah…he’s already losing it.
I lift a brow. “Something wrong, Prez?”
That’s all it takes.
He’s on me in two strides, grabbing me by the waist, spinning us around, and pressing me against the wall. One hand in my hair. One on my ass. His mouth finds mine like he’s been starved for weeks. Tongue demanding. Kiss filthy. It’s not soft, not sweet. It’s possessive. Animalistic.
“You tryin’ to kill me, kitty?” he growls against my mouth. “’Cause this right here…” His fingers trail down to the curve of my thigh, teasing along the edge of lace. “This is a goddamn weapon.”
“What’re you gonna do about it, Prez?” I tease, breathless.
“Oh, you naughty girl,” he huffs darkly, hooking his arm around my waist to jerk me against his body. He reaches between us,running his palm up my chest to cup my left breast and squeeze it possessively.
Pleasure zaps through me like thunder. I let out a soft moan, pushing into his hand. He turns us around again, gently pushing me backward until my legs hit the couch. I lie back to watch him undress, quick, eager, until his gorgeous body is fully revealed to my appreciative gaze.
He kneels before the couch, hooks his fingers around my panties, pulls them down, and they get caught around my ankles. I chuckle and he raises his brows at me, carefully untangling them. When he’s done, he throws them to the side with a triumphant smirk, then runs his hands down my thighs then holds my left leg high in the air.
“I’ve been fantasizing about fucking you all day long,” he says gruffly, trailing his fingers over a bow on my lingerie. “This makes it even better.”
He closes his eyes and kisses the arch of my foot, then trails kisses up the inside of my thigh. His cock jerks as the wet tip brushes my bare skin.
He looks up at me. “I’m going to be between your legs for a long time,” he says, smiling that wicked smile. “So let’s make you more comfortable.”
He grabs a throw pillow and puts it behind my back, then another under my ass, tipping my hips up high. At this angle, I’m completely vulnerable and open to him. Being this intimate with anyone used to be unthinkable. But with Rock? It’s only natural. Always has.
He drops a single kiss on my pussy, making me draw in a deep, sharp breath.
“You’re so beautiful, my love,” he whispers, and my pussy constricts in response.
With one hand, he begins to stoke me, slowly. With his other hand, he pumps his shaft. I watch him, hypnotized by his sheer beauty and power, until my eyes drift closed as I get lost in a spiral of arousal.
“So good,” I whisper, running my tongue over my dry lips.
“Look at me,” he commands.
I open my eyes and watch him touch himself while touching me. All of my senses are heightened, my body taut with an overload of sensations.
He pulls his hand away and pushes my knees apart gently, then lies down with his head between my legs. I’m already close when his tongue finds my sweet spot, but instead of granting me the release I desperately need, he teases me, licking me with the barest touch.
How can a man who’s basically a giant column of muscle be so gentle in bed? I grab fistfuls of the duvet in frustration.
“Please,” I say. “Right there. I’m so close.”
“I know.”
He keeps doing what he’s doing, and I’m helplessly at his mercy. He slowly adds more and more pressure, bringing me to the verge again.
“Babe…” I groan when he pulls back again. “Please…”
He smirks, raising his brows at me. “That’s your punishment for teasing me earlier.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “How dare you.”
He chuckles like the villain he is. “Now, kitty, that’s no way to beg.”
