Mica (Rebel Wayfarers MC) (17 page)

Pushing her thighs apart with one hard knee, he moved a little to one side in order to better stroke the skin of her shoulder and arm. The backside of his thumb brushed along the side and bottom curve of her breast, pulling a gasp from her. Tracing her outlines softly, he dragged his thumb across to her other breast and applied the same feather-light touches there.

She felt the hard pressure of his body all along her side, bending over her in an effort to get closer. She put her hands on his strong shoulder and bicep, pulling and pushing at him as the waves of desire broke inside her. “Oh, babe,” he ground out against her lips, dragging his hand roughly up her side to her neck.

He rubbed his thumb across her lips again, pulling his face back for a moment, and pushing the pad into her mouth, saying, “Suck me,” gruffly, thrusting it slowly between her lips in a blatantly sexual move. Needing no more coaching, she wrapped her tongue around his thumb, sucking it into her mouth. She rolled it between her teeth lightly, and then sucked it into her mouth again, biting the pad gently.

“Ahh, God,” he muttered, pulling his hand back and desperately covering her lips again with his own. Mica became aware that the length of his erection was lodged between her hip and the mattress. She felt Mason grinding his hips ever so slightly, creating pleasurable friction for himself. Pulling back, she looked deep into his eyes as she slid her hands underneath the covers. She held his eyes as she skimmed her panties down her legs, pulling them out and dropping them to the floor on her side of the bed.

Reaching for his cock, her eyes closed and her chin tipped up as she wrapped her fingers and palm around the girth of him. She listened to his breathing come fast and shallow, punctuated by grunts and groans. Stroking slowly up to the swollen head, she tightened her hand and fingers across the tip. Then, still drawing up and teasing the slit there with her fingertip, she loosened and pushed oh-so-slowly back down to the root, tangling her fingers in the thatch of hair that covered him there. Repeating these movements slowly, over and over, she felt his hips moving with and against her. He continued grinding into her hand as he swelled even more, twitching and jerking as she pulled him closer to climax.

“Stop, stop, stop, babe. Stop, oh, fuck, stop,” he moaned against the side of her head, unable to continue kissing her as he focused on the pleasure she brought him. Mica allowed one corner of her mouth to tip up, smiling a little at the sound of this strong, masculine man shattering in her hands. She tipped her head up again and placed small kisses along the angle of his jaw. She smiled again, feeling the scruff of his beard against her lips and face, noting a strained tension in the muscles there.

Mica heard, “Oh, God, babe, fuck,” and trailed her kisses down his throat and onto his hard chest, lightly dusted with hair. She pushed herself lower on the bed to continue kissing across his belly, heading towards the trail of hair leading down from his bellybutton. Once her intent was clear, he backed his hips up, pulling himself from her hand, and he reached down to tug her chin back up to his mouth.

“No, babe, I won’t last,” he muttered into her mouth. “I want you too much.” Nodding, she slipped onto her back again, her hands sliding up his arms and across as much of the expanse of smooth, hard back as she could reach. Using her hands to pull him over and onto her body, feeling him settle, cradled between her thighs, pushing them wide, she kissed his neck with him lying hard against her there, and felt the hot pressure as the head of his cock nudged her opening. Breathing deeply, he reached between their bodies and touched her core, dragging his fingers through the folds, spreading the moisture he found all over.

“God…so hot…wet,” he murmured against her mouth. He gently slid his strong fingers roughened by hard work on either side of her clit. Using his fingertips to stroke it with a sideways twist, he was looking into her face as she took a deep breath and held it, accentuating the feelings he awakened in her. Pulling back and taking the covers with him, Mason sat up between her legs. He was resting back on his heels, his eyes greedily taking in the woman spread out in front of him.

Smiling with deep satisfaction, he reached out to stroke a hand along the curve of her hip, tugging her ass towards him, and trailing the fingertips of his other hand up the inside of her thigh to her core. His hands met in the middle and swirled languidly in the wetness there for a moment. He groaned and slowly pushed his middle finger deep inside her, stroking deep into her inner walls.

His eyes never left her, sliding from her face down across her breasts, and then down to where his hands were touching and penetrating her. Mica knew how beautiful he found her, because he allowed her to see herself through his eyes in that moment. He dragged his finger from her and brought it to his lips, moaning as he tasted her, “So sweet, babe. God, I love your taste,” sucking the moisture from his finger.

Her breathing quickened from the sultry action and sexy words, and she lifted her head to watch him lean forward as he placed his mouth on her. She gasped as he started laving his tongue slowly, but firmly up and down along her hot opening. He slid his body backwards in the bed, and lifted her hips up in order to give him better access as his tongue touched and caressed the hard bundle of nerves there. Licking and sucking her clit and folds into his mouth, he slid a finger back inside her, slowly thrusting deep into her core.

Keeping up the rhythm of his lips and tongue, he added a second finger, using it to spread and stretch her wide, pushing and stroking against her walls, building her slowly. She knew he had to feel how she was clenching and quivering deep inside. Adding a third finger, he twisted his wrist slightly, curling his fingers inside her, and all of a sudden, that slow build was nowhere near quick enough. She threw her head back and bucked against him in counterpoint to his movements, desperately seeking her climax.

He seemed so familiar with her body and how to move it to pleasure. He was moving with and against her, and his fingertips were still grazing across the place inside her that drove her to madness. Rubbing his lips across her core, he pulled that sensitive nub into his mouth and sucked hard, flicking across it with his tongue. With a gasp, she arched up into his mouth as he bit her clit lightly. Then, with a rush, she was coming around his fingers and on his tongue, her inner muscles tightening and drawing him in, holding him firmly as she exploded into lights and white noise.

Totally oblivious to anything else happening in the room, Mica was only aware of her hard, sex-clenching climax and the incredible pleasure he had given her. Slowly, she became aware that he had withdrawn his fingers and hand to lower her hips back to the bed. She writhed on the bed as he continued to lick and suck at her slowly as she came back down to earth.

She heard the tear of the condom foil, and then felt the large, swollen head of his cock nudge her opening again. Mason had moved up her body, and reached between them to take his cock in his hand. He slowly dragged the head up and down across her soaked center, using it to tease her. Then, settling the length in-between her folds, he thrust slowly and wet the underside of his cock in the moisture there. Pulling his hips back slightly, he aligned himself with her opening. He slowly pushed in the barest depth, and went still with a gasp.

Mica opened her eyes, making an impatient noise in her throat; her breath caught in her chest as she saw raw emotion on his face, his pain staring back into her eyes. “Mason,” she gasped, and he shook his head, quieting her.

“Just this one time, babe. Let me love you, just this one time.” He held his breath until she nodded. They moved together; she lifted her hips and met him as he thrust steadily into her to the root. He stilled again, grinding his pelvis against her clit at the end of the stroke that had buried him so deep inside her. “Ah God, so tight,” he rolled his hips, swiveling inside her, “so fucking hot.” He reached for a measured rhythm that would bring her to climax again before he came.

She felt so full with him inside her, feeling the tip of his erection bumping deep inside her. He hit against her cervix with every deep stroke, and she loved the length, but it was the breadth of him that took her breath away. Dragging his mouth roughly across hers, he was once again bruising her lips against her teeth as he struggled to restrain himself. She tasted herself on his mouth, and opened hers to lick at him, wanting more. He gave it to her, kissing her deeply, and then drew back with a gasp of her name.

Staring down into her face, he totally focused on her responses, propping himself up with his elbows on either side of her head. Positioned like this, his hands framed her face and were gently brushing the hair back so he could better see. He cradled her as he thrust again, hunching his body to bring his six-foot-two frame into alignment with her more diminutive one. He seemed to want to touch as much of her skin as possible.

Skimming one hand softly down her side, Mason bent his neck and lifted her breast to his mouth. He sucked the nipple between his lips, rolling and licking it, and then he pulled back and blew a stream of cool air across it. His eyes darkened as he watched it tighten, and saw the engorged area surrounding it pebbled in reaction to the chill and stimulation.

Whispering her name reverently, he thrust into her quicker and harder, rolling his hips again and again, as he pulled frantic sounds from her throat. He lifted himself up after a few moments in order to watch her face again, feeling her tightening and clenching around him, and he groaned as he grasped what this meant.

Mica drew in a ragged, deep breath and held it, concentrating on meeting him thrust for hard thrust. She was double pumping her hips with every third one, gaining an extra half stroke that fed her desires. “Oh, umm. Mmm,” words failed her as she struggled to hold back, wanting this to last longer between them.

Mason pushed into her as deep as he could and held for a moment, then pulled back out and thrust erratically for a few strokes, picking up the pace frantically and closing his eyes tightly. She saw that his face was open with emotion, and his actions were strained with focus as his eyes opened again. He searched for and caught her eyes, looking into her face with naked need, stripped free of any pretense and disguise. He wanted her—just her—right here, right now.

Seeing that raw pleasure was the trigger she needed, and she came again, keeping her eyes open and on his face. She groaned deep while every muscle in her body was tightening and releasing, tightening hard and releasing again, and then tightening down hard one last time as she floated above everything, feeling—she groaned again as he slammed deep inside her and swiveled again—so good.

She felt throbbing deep inside her; he was radiating heat, his stomach muscles quivering, and she saw his face was strained as he continued to move above her. His mouth opened in a soundless oh, and she knew he had found his release. His dark gray eyes were still locked on her face, and she knew he had watched her while she came hard around him, so she did the same with him. Closely watching as the last vestiges of the emotion and pleasure of his climax raced across his face, she saw him throw his head back again with his teeth clenched, the muscles in his jaw flexing and bunching. He was thrusting hard into her again as he found a second orgasm.

Motionless on and around her, he was still except for long shudders that rolled through his body for several minutes. Slowly, carefully settling his weight on top of her, Mason was breathing hard, his sweaty chest sliding and rubbing against her breasts with every pant. “Ah God, babe,” he whispered, “so much…” He buried his head in her neck, his short beard rasping at her skin as he nibbled and licked along her collarbone to her throat.

Beginning to move deliberately and lazily now as his breathing slowed, he nuzzled and growled low in his throat to make her laugh and jump. She made a little noise of disappointment as he moved to the side and slipped out of her, leaving her feeling empty. Calmly stripping off the condom, he tied a knot in it and dropped it to the floor beside the bed on his side, much like she had done with her panties earlier. Rolling onto his back, he encouraged her to slide up and put her head on his shoulder so he could wrap his arms around her from both sides. He breathed deeply, holding her close and snuggling his body into hers, tangling their legs together. “Hush, babe. Sleep,” was all he said, so she did.

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Finally,
thought Daniel,
that’s the last one for now
. He ruffled through the folder of paperwork that Nate had given him to sign. It was nearly time for weights and water therapy with the team, but he had to make a phone call first. He had waited this long out of courtesy, but early or not, he needed to make the call now. He had been tortured all morning with thoughts of the kiss he shared with Mica last night, but he knew there were mysteries surrounding her that he wanted to sort out before he could move forward. Picking up the phone, he hit a speed dial number and waited for it to begin ringing.

“Hey, Steve, it’s Daniel. I have a favor to ask, man.” Here Daniel paused for a second, wondering if this was as weird or stalkerish as it felt.

“Sure, Daniel, what can I help you with?” Steve had replied, and Daniel took the plunge.

“Okay. So, last week I saw a mugging in progress and got involved. The woman who was attacked is the one you saw me with in the bar on Friday night. I want to know more about her. What I know is that her name is Mica Scott, short for Michaela. She has a twin brother named Michael, and they are originally from Texas. She went to U of I, owns a company named MishMash Development, and lives at 255 S. Stockholm Street.” He paused again, and waited for Steve to respond.