Page 19 of Marked By the Obsessed Biker
He shrugs. “I don’t care. No one is going to mark you but me.”
I stop swaying. “Okay, but that doesn’t explain why you wouldn’t give me a tattoo before now.”
He puts his hand at my neck. “Because I didn’t trust myself.”
Confused, I shake my head. “What does that even mean?”
He leans down, and when he whispers into my ear, his lips touch my skin and I arch into him. “It means that I wanted you, and I knew I couldn’t resist touching you. I had to keep you at a distance.”
My body trembles, and I turn my head so that I’m whispering into his ear. “Do you think anyone would notice if we disappear for a little while?”
He tenses, and before I know it, he’s lifted me up and tossed me over his shoulder. I smack his back and loudly whisper, “Greyson, put me down.”
“Honey, I’m not putting you down until I get you to my bed.”
I bury my face into his back. There are a few cheers from the people around us, but mostly everyone is doing their own thing. This scene is pretty common around here, but I’ve never been a part of it.
He holds me the whole way upstairs and doesn’t put me down until we get to his bedroom. As soon as my feet hit the ground, I cross my arms over my chest. “The whole club knows what we’re about to do.”
He takes his shirt off, and I can’t help it. My eyes travel across his muscled chest, and my body instantly reacts. My nipples pucker, and there’s a pull in my lower belly. “You’re not playing fair.”
I lean in, wanting to get a closer look at the tattoo on his chest when he sits down.
He chuckles as he bends over to take his boots off and then stands back up, pulling his jeans down his legs. He’s standing in front of me in his black briefs. They’re tented, and I hold my breath as he puts his fingers in the waistband. He pulls them off, and when he’s standing in front of me, naked, I suck in a gasp. I can’t look away from him. He’s hard, and he wraps his hand around his girth. He strokes himself from root to tip, and there’s a tiny drop of pre cum at the end.
I lick my lips, and he groans.
“Take your clothes off, princess.”
I still have on my comfortable clothes from the spa, and I quickly take them off. I step out of my panties, and I no sooner have the straps of my bra falling down my shoulders and he’s cupping my breasts in his hands.
His warmth surrounds me, and I lean into him.
He kisses me until I’m breathless. His hand travels down my belly, and my body jerks as his touch consumes me. He reaches my mound, and I go to my tiptoes as he palms me and then strokes his finger through my swollen slit.
He removes his hand, and I miss his touch until he brings it up between us and sucks his finger into his mouth.
Hot. That’s the only way to describe it. My whole body flushes as I see him savor my taste on his tongue. He moans around his finger, and when he pulls his finger out of his mouth, I whimper.
I pull his head down and kiss him again. I taste myself and mewl. He picks me up, and I wrap my arms around him. He leans over the bed, but I don’t let go of him as he lies on top of me. He kisses down my neck, then to my breast and suckles my nipple into his mouth. I arch my back, and then he kisses down my ribs, across my belly and then hovers between my legs.
He pushes my thighs apart, and I watch as he inhales deeply, and then he’s on me like he’s starving.
He nuzzles, licks, and sucks my tender flesh until I’m writhing under him. He’s relentless, and it’s like he knows my body. When he sucks my swollen clit into his mouth, I come undone. The orgasm hits me and shakes me to my core.
I grunt, groan, and whimper, but he doesn’t stop until he brings me to another orgasm.
I’m lying here limp as he climbs up my body. “You okay?” he asks.
With my eyes closed, I nod my head.
He chuckles. “Open your eyes, princess.”
I blink and look at him through hooded eyes.
He looks at me with possession. “I need your eyes on me.”
I lick my lip and then bite it. I lean up and push him to his back, rolling with him so I’m on top. “Why? I know who I’m with, Grey. You’re the only man I want.”
