Lucifer’s Fury (A Motorcycle Club Romance) (8 page)

“I’ve dreamed of having you here so many times. Feeling your skin against mine. None of my dreams were as good as this. This is better in every imaginable way,” he says in a low sexy rumble against my ear just before his teeth nipped the shell ever so gently.

It was gentle but it was enough to send an electric shock straight to my core, leaving me breathless.

“Mmmm,” I groaned, not trusting my ability to speak.

His hands began to move up along my sides, caressing me so gently I almost couldn’t stand it. My nipples hardened to diamond points the closer he drew to them. I felt like I was bathed in fire, burning up with a desire.

My breath quickened as his hands skimmed over the underside of my breasts, cupping me. When they closed over my breasts, slowly massaging me, my knees went weak and I shuddered against him. I let loose a whimper as his fingertips made slow teasing circles, drawing closer and closer to my nipples, but always staying just shy of them. Bastard was driving me insane for his touch. I needed it. Burned for it.

“Oh God, Jasper,” I whimpered as my head fell back on his shoulder drunkenly. “I need you so bad it hurts.” I wanted to beg for more but the words were stuck in my throat. I was a prisoner to his touch, his words, and my own desire and love for him.

When his thumbs finally brushed over my stiff nipples, I cried out and felt my body shudder. Without thinking, having lost all control of my body, I dropped the shirt I’d been strangling in my hands. As it fluttered to the ground, forgotten, my attention centered on the feel of his heart pounding against my skin, his heavy breath on my neck so warm and comforting.

Then he gripped my hips and spun me around, pulling me against him, our bodies flush against each other, my heaving breasts pressed firmly against his warm chest, his hard pecs pressing against my soft breasts.

Breath mingling.

Skin on skin.

I’m molten hot and burning all over.

Heat bloomed on my cheeks as he gripped my chin, tilting my face up to his as his other hand pressed against my lower back, keeping my hips tight to his. His hips pressed into mine and I whimpered as his cock brushed deliciously against my aching mound. I wanted more. Needed more. When our eyes met, I knew in my heart I was a goner.

I’d give him anything he wanted. All he had to do was ask.

Jasper leaned forward, his lips crashing down on mine. And just like that, I was lost in him, swept away in his love for me as he kissed me stupid.

I don’t know how long we stayed like that, but I loved every aching second of it. When he grasped my ass in his large powerful hands and lifted me up, I squealed with shock and delight, my legs wrapping tightly around his trim waist, fusing us together.

Never had any one made me feel the way he did. And I was sure no one else ever would. I was always his. I knew that now. That’s why no other man ever intrigued me like Jasper. My Jasper.

He kissed me long and hard, his tongue flicking against mine, tasting me, devouring me as if he was making up for all of that lost time. I kissed him right back like a starving woman, my hips grinding against him, needing more of him, dying to have the ache building inside me sated.

“Jasper... please,” I whimpered, my voice filled with lust.

Breaking the kiss, he turned around and sat down on the bed with my legs astride him, my breast pressed against his gorgeous chest.

“Yeah, doll?” he asked breathlessly.

“I... I don’t want to do anything wrong. I don’t know what to do. It’s embarrassing as hell to not know how to...” Before I could finish, he pressed a calloused finger to my lips, silencing me. How embarrassing it is to be a twenty-eight year old virgin.

“We just take things slow. I just want to feel you against me, hold you in my arms like I’ve wanted to for so damn long. Are you sure you’re ready?”

“Oh, I’m more than ready. I don’t want to wait any longer. I think we’ve waited long enough.”

I slipped off his lap, watching the way his eyes trailed over my body, taking it all in as I unbuttoned and lowered the zipper of my pants. I slowly pushed them over my hips with a slight wiggle before I pushed them down my legs. Jasper sat still, eyes growing darker as more skin was revealed.

My leather pants dropped to the floor at his feet. He licked his lips and my heart stuttered. I thought I would feel uncomfortable having someone see me in nothing but a black thong but I didn’t. I felt sexy and desired. I just stood there, letting him see everything I had to offer him. Well… not everything, but close enough.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he said, slowly standing up and pulling the covers back on the bed. “Hop in, sweetheart.”

As I slid into his bed, he caught sight of my first tattoo. It had been there so long, I had forgotten about it.

“Lola, you tattooed the Lucifer’s Fury property patch on your hip?”

Silence followed his question, and then a sudden inhalation, followed by the feel of his fingers on my skin as they traced the word tattooed there.

“Is that... you... I don’t know what to say. It’s
my
property patch.”

His voice was so thick and throaty I paused for a moment. A smile curled my lips up when I heard the awe in his voice. I couldn’t force myself to turn around. I wasn’t sure what I would see in his eyes, but I feared it might make me cry and I didn’t want to ruin this moment.

“I... I did it a long time ago,” I said. “It was stupid… but I didn’t feel like I belonged to anyone else. It was supposed to be a wedding gift; a surprise really. But...”

“But nothing. I love it, doll. My name looks good on you and so does that property patch. It’s perfect, just like you, baby.”

“Yeah? Well, I guess that’s a good thing because it costs too much to have it removed.”

“It’s a keeper, sweetheart. And so are you.”

I turned just in time to catch sight of him pushing his jeans down his muscular thighs and damn near choked at the sight before me.

“Like what you see?”

Commando. Of course.

“Jesus. I... have no words. This is all a first. I’ve never slept with anyone before. Guess you’re going to be my first for a lot of things. First kiss… and all that should have come after.”

Jasper crawled into bed beside me, but he didn’t flick off the light. This was really happening. “I plan to be your first – and last – for a lot of things, Lola. I’m going to ruin you for all other men. I’m going to keep you for myself. Forever, Lola. For
fucking
ever,” he growled.

And my heart finally felt full and at peace. I felt like my world – my life – finally was whole again.

Chapter 9: Pandora

I plan to be your first – and last – for a lot of things. I’m going to keep you for myself. Forever, Lola. For fucking ever.

I heard the truth ring loud and clear through every single word.

Before I could utter so much as a single word in reply, he claimed me with a hard kiss, pulling my body beneath his. I eagerly kissed him back, tasting him and sucking on the tip of his tongue. He groaned, the vibration deep in his chest causing me to squirm against him uncontrollably. His thick hard cock rubbed against my insanely wet panties.

I should’ve beeen embarrassed but I just didn’t give a single fuck. I was wrapped up in this moment and everything else in the world just didn’t matter anymore. I whimpered, wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him closer.

“All I want to do is bury my cock deep inside of you, doll,” he whispered against my lips.

“Then do it,” I gasped, my need taking over my mind, my body, and my soul. “Just do it. Please.”

There was a fierce determination in his eyes I’d never seen before. It was strangely erotic and dangerous all at the same time. His breathing was so heavy, obviously trying to keep a handle on his control… but I wanted him to lose that control.

Thrusting my hips against him, I saw that control begin to slip, little by little, each time I squirmed and writhed against him. I needed him to lose control and just fucking take me, claim me as his own. My pussy was so damn hot, a scorching sea of flaming desire just waiting for him to put it out or stoke it until it burned endlessly. I didn’t care which. I really didn’t.

With a short nod, Jasper tossed the sheet away. His large body, covered in beautiful tattoos, shifted and slowly moved down my trembling body. His thumb brushed over my bottom lip, down my neck, leaving a fiery trail in its wake.

“Has anyone ever tasted your sweet little pussy, my sweet Lola?”

Not trusting my words, I simply shook my head. God, was he really going to do that? I hoped so.

He smiled wickedly at my response. “Then I’ll make sure you never want anyone other than me. I’m staking my claim, Lola. You and me from here on out, doll. You’re mine… and mine alone.”

His head dipped down, his nose pressing against the moist crotch of my thong. He moaned and growled, inhaling deeply, his tongue striking out fast and furious.

Fuck. So good.

Jasper sat up suddenly, his hands grasping my panties at the waist, his eyes burning white-hot as they met mine. “I hope these aren’t a favorite pair.”

He ripped them free of my body, tossed the shredded remnants to the floor, and lowered his head again. His thick black hair was all I could see as he turned his head to the side and delivered a sharp bite of his teeth on my thigh, followed by a long slow lick, soothing the pain into a mind-numbing pleasure like I’d never known.

“Oh God!” I cried out, his name a breathless pant oozing from my lips.

“Not God, doll. Jasper.” He chuckled before giving my other thigh the same delicious treatment.

My body was trembling violently as he glanced up at me, taking in the beaded points of my nipples, the harsh rise and fall of my breasts, as his hands pushed my thighs open wider and wider.

I didn’t miss the cocky and bold look on his face, the way his eyes burned for me as he glanced down at my glistening pink flesh, swollen and ready for his taking. I was sure he’d done this many, many times before but now wasn’t the time to think about all the other women that came before me. Pushing the painful thought away, I raised my hips and whimpered. “Please.”

“Please what?”

My face heated, a warm flush rolling over every inch of my body.

“Tell me what you want, doll. I want to hear the words.”

“Taste me,” I choked out, hating that my voice sounded miles away from anything remotely sexy.

Jasper didn’t seem to care though. “As you wish, sweetheart.”

Jasper dove forward like a man possessed. His tongue flicked slowly across the seam of my pussy in long deliberate strokes, tasting me over and over again. His hands gripped my hips holding me in place as if he thought I might try to get away from him. I wanted to laugh at the idea but I was feeling way too good to laugh.

He licked up and down my hot slit, parting my folds with his powerful tongue over and over again. I was gasping for breath with each aching pass of his tongue as it traveled from my slit to my throbbing clit.

I was so fucking turned on. Pressure was building low in my stomach, and it only increased tenfold as the big fingers of his left hand parted my glistening folds.

He groaned and mumbled something about my sweet-tasting pussy and I whimpered like a love-struck idiot.

But it was so amazing. Better than I could have ever imagined. I was teetering on the edge of orgasmic bliss. All I wanted now was for Jasper to touch my throbbing clit and send me soaring. I knew when he finally did that I’d burst into a million tiny pieces.

Jasper shifted upward, his face glistening with my arousal, his wide shoulders and thick muscular chest coated in a thin sheen of sweat. His hands slipped under the back of my knees, pushing them up towards my head and I gasped at the thought of being opened up like the wings of a butterfly to him.

Within seconds he was forcing my hands to replace his, holding myself open for him. I didn’t hesitate; just went with it. Leaning back, eyes sweeping over my swollen pink flesh, he snarled and stroked his thick steel-hard cock.

Licking his lips again, his eyes closed, as if savoring my taste on his tongue. God! That was so damn hot.

I fought the urge to dart up and taste myself on his lips, forcing myself to not move a muscle, waiting for whatever he had planned next. But I was dying here. I needed friction. I needed to come. I needed Jasper inside my aching hot pussy.

His eyes dart open, a wicked hungry smile working across his swollen glistening lips seconds before a long thick finger slid lightly – teasingly – over my slit. Once. Twice. Three times before slipping inside me. I gasped in shock at the feel of him inside, whimpering at how amazingly full I felt as I lifted my hips, begging for more.

“Stop teasing me,” I gasped.

Jasper moved lightning-fast, his finger easing forward in shallow thrusts before adding a second, scissoring them open inside me. I cried out his name over and over, my eyes snapping closed, back arching off the bed, as the pleasure rose to obscene heights.

His mouth sealed around my throbbing clit, suckling it hard between his swollen lips, flicking it in long rough strokes over and over again until I shattered like glass, moaning and writhing like a slut, begging with each panting breath for him to stop and then begging him to give me more. His light rumbling chuckles met my ears but I didn’t care. I just wanted more.

“You’re so tight, doll. Sweet as fucking sin on my tongue. I’ll never get enough of your taste. So beautiful.” he groaned, his voice thick and harsh, love and lust burning hot in his eyes.

Damn he was sexy as hell. And mine. All fucking mine.

“Now, Jasper,” I begged, reaching for his thick cock. “Now. Please.”

He grabbed my wrists, shaking his head no. For a minute, I thought he’d changed his mind, and then he spoke.

“If you touch me now, I’ll blow my load like a fucking little boy. Another time, doll. Promise. This time... this time is all for you, sweetheart.”

“Okay,” I whispered as he released my wrist.

Jasper left a trail of soft wet kisses from my mound up across my stomach to my breasts as he shifted upward, covering my body with his much larger one. He was so gentle, each touch a soothing caress that drove me even wilder for him.