Page 13 of War's Witch
“Hold it for me, baby. I need my hands for what I am about to do to you.”
“Oh God,” I whimper at his words.
Desire, lust, and anticipation speed through my veins like a wildfire.
I press a hand to my stomach, holding the smooth material of my skirt against my body. My other hand is flat against the wall that is currently keeping me from falling over.
With my gaze solely on him, he leans forward, his face in the juncture of my thighs, breathing deeply then growling, sending a wave of tingles through my lower body.
Nothing has ever been more erotic than this moment right here— having this big, badass biker on his knees ready to pleasure me.
Watching this man on his knees for me makes me feel powerful and feminine at the same time. I can’t imagine a man like War getting on his knees for all or any woman he fucks, or in this case, eats out.
“You smell fucking delicious, Cleo, but I need more.” He dives back in.
His hands move up my thighs, his thumb rubbing against my clit, no doubt feeling the damp spot. He looks up at me, and I see mischief mixed with wicked desire in his eyes, then he winks, right before I hear the sound of material ripping.
He fucking ripped my tights!
“Mmm, now that is better. Now I can taste you. Have you on my tongue all fucking night.” I do not get to respond, since he dives right back in. Licking, sucking, and nipping at my clit.
I am a ball of panting, breathy mess.
“Oh shit, War. More.”
I feel his chuckle against me, before he slips a finger deep into my pussy, and I cry out his name. It has been so fucking long since I have been with a man, with me focused on my job; so, feeling alive right now, feeling what this man is doing to me will be leaving a lasting impression on me, no doubt.
He adds a second finger and sucks hard on my clit and that is it. I am done. I come.
“Fuck, I am coming.” My eyes spring open as the sensation is like an explosion going off inside of me.
My body locks up, blood whooshing through my ears, and everything except War fades as my climax takes over.
With a shuddering breath, I come back to reality, my euphoria still lingering in the background as War gets to his feet.
He wastes no time, kissing me.
My cum coating his lips and tongue, I lap at his mouth, needing to taste myself on him.
“Damn, you taste good, like I knew you would. Been fucking teasing me all night with your sexy dance moves. You can grind this ass down on my face later.”
“Later?” I question, making him smirk.
He brings his mouth to mine, while his hand goes to my pussy, his fingers toying with my hole and clit, making me whimper against his mouth.
“I am not done with you yet.”
“What do you plan on doing to me?” I ask him.
He steps away, correcting my skirt before taking my hand.
When he doesn’t say anything, I let it go and willingly go with him. There is a part of me that is telling me not to go into a room with him because I do not know him from Adam, but there is also a part of me that is saying I am safe with him.
Not once have I gotten a bad feeling from him, and if Lottie did not trust him, I believe she would have warned us away.
We walk around the side of the clubhouse, the music still thumping inside. I follow him through a side door and down a hallway, and we stop at a room. He opens it with his thumb, and I smile at how high-tech the club is.
Safety is a factor here. Clearly.
