Midnight Desire: A Midnight Riders Motorcycle Club Romance Part 1 (9 page)

He threw me roughly down on the bed, and I bounced on the mattress as he loomed over me like a mountain. Then he leaned over me, his body against mine, his cock angling up over my pussy as he started to kiss and suck at my nipples.

When I wasn’t arching my head and chest back in pleasure, I took a look down between my legs. For the first time I got an accurate read on exactly how big his cock was.

Daaaaayum.

I wasn’t exactly sure I could take all of him inside me.

But… challenge accepted.

He went back to kissing me, his rough fingers tweaking my nipples, making me moan and sigh with pleasure.

Then I felt his hips angle backwards, and suddenly that blunt, slick head of his slipped over my clit, and I felt a surge of pleasure so intense I cried out.

“You okay?” he asked, obviously pleased with himself.

“Condom,” I gasped.

He nodded, then stood up and reached for his nightstand. I loved getting one more look at his profile – tall and powerful, with his rigid cock jutting up at an angle from his body. It made me even wetter just to look at him, if that was possible.

He found a condom – a Trojan XL Magnum, I noticed – and tore the packet. He pulled out the latex ring and began rolling it over his swollen head. It looked pretty tight as he kept on rolling it down, further and further.

It actually ran out just as it touched his base.

O-kaaaay.

I didn’t need a condom to prevent pregnancy – I was on birth control – but I wanted to be absolutely safe.

And, even though I knew it wouldn’t feel as good, I have to admit… I was super turned-on by seeing the full length of the condom covering his shaft.

He leaned back over me and kissed me again, hot and heavy, his tongue deep inside my mouth as he angled his hips and used his hand to guide himself into place.

I could feel the pressure of his head between my lips. Big. Full. Swollen.

He sloooooowly eased himself in, and I gasped.

I hadn’t quite anticipated
just
how big he was… or how incredibly he would fill me up.

He wasn’t more than two inches inside me before I came.

Holy shit.

Just…

Holy
shit.

Fiona was hot. Hotter than any other woman I’d ever been with.

And it wasn’t just her body, which was perfect. Gorgeous tits with round, brown areolas… hard nipples that teased my tongue as I sucked on them… the way her breasts swayed when she moved. How they hung, tear-drop shaped when she was standing, and then stayed firm and round when she was on her back. Her small waist… her ass, which was firm and athletic, but curvy enough to give me more than two good handfuls as I held onto her.

It wasn’t just her face, either, which was gorgeous. Those eyes, sparkling up at me when she was excited or angry… those lips, full and pouty but completely natural… that hair, curving around her face like the most perfect frame God ever created.

It wasn’t
just
all that.

It was what she did.

The way she knelt down in front of me and slowly pulled down my boxers.

The wide-eyed look of shock when she saw just how big I was.

The way she took me in her mouth and then moaned as I got fully erect.

Jesus. That moan… the noises she made… they made me harder than I’d ever been in my life.

The soft way she touched my shaft.

The way she grinded her dripping wet pussy against my cock as I took her back to the bedroom.

I swear to God, it’s a good thing I’m a little bit older. If she’d done that when I was 18, I would have blown my load before I even got inside her.

I figured I was going to have to use a condom. No sweat – I had been tested since the last woman I was with, and I was totally clean, but I couldn’t expect her to trust me on that. Not right away.

But using a rubber always sucks. Don’t get me wrong, it’s still really, really good – but it’s only 50% of great.

I gotta say, though, it was almost worth it just to watch her face as I unrolled the condom all the way down.

Like she was hungry.

Like she was starving for it.

Like she couldn’t wait to take it all inside her.

As soon as the condom was on, I kissed her again and lined my cock up with her pussy. I knew from experience to take it slow; I wanted her to enjoy every second of this, so I eased in carefully, making sure to gauge her reaction from her expression.

Again, I’m glad I’m older and have a lot more control, because fifteen years ago her face alone might have made me come.

Her eyes got even wider than when she saw my cock for the first time. Her mouth opened in a shocked ‘O’ of surprise, her eyes rolled back in her head, and this look of rapture totally took over.

She started moaning – deep, guttural groans of pleasure as I slowly edged my way inside her pussy.

Sweet Jesus she felt good. Tight, but not uncomfortably so. Warm, deliciously warm. So, so wet. Dripping wet.

If it felt this good
with
a condom, I couldn’t even imagine what it would be like without one.

Suddenly her moans intensified, got higher in pitch.

She was coming.

I was barely inside her, and she was coming.

The contractions started, and I felt her pulsing around me, gripping me, massaging me.

Turning me on even more.

I don’t know how it was possible, but I got even harder.

I just rocked inside her, back and forth, maybe an inch either way, feeling her pussy grip me, tease me, beckon me deeper. But I resisted the temptation to plunge further in, and instead let her ride the wave of pleasure.

Her whole body shuddered, and her nipples – which had gone a little soft – became hard as diamonds again. A flush spread over her chest, and a slight sheen of sweat shimmered on her skin.

God she was beautiful when she came.

Finally she stopped moaning, though I could feel her pussy pulsing around my cock every six or seven seconds.

She looked up at me, her expression unsure, so vulnerable.

She stared into my eyes, waiting to see what I was going to do.

I smiled. “Do you want me to keep going?”

She bit her lip, which drove me wild, and nodded.

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice dark and husky. “
Please.
”

He grinned down at me as I said it, obviously pleased with himself – but I couldn’t fault him for that.

If I were a guy and made a woman come like he’d just made me come, I’d be pleased with myself, too.

But then he kissed me again, softly and sensually, and I sank into the delicious sweetness of his mouth.

We stayed like that, him not moving inside me, our bodies pressed against each other, still and quiet as we kissed.

Then he began to move again.

Slowly in, half an inch… then out again, until I could feel him almost about to slip out.

Then in again… an inch more this time.

Thicker.

Filling me up.

Each time he moved deeper inside me.

Each time there was pleasure in places I’d never felt before.

The excitement began to build again. I started angling my hips, wanting him deeper, wanting to take more of him.

But he still went slow, easing himself in, making me mad with desire, wanting all of his cock all at once.

“More,” I pleaded, whispering in his ear.

He went deeper.

God he was big.

Thick.

Pressing against me in all the right places.

I groaned and heard him grunt with pleasure as he sank inside me.

“Faster,” I whispered.

He began to go a little bit quicker. Rocking deeper. I moaned with each gentle thrust as I felt him getting more and more of his cock inside me, closer and closer to his base, pressing tighter and tighter against my lips.

“Harder,” I said, and not in a whisper anymore.

He plunged into me – several shallow thrusts: one, two, three – then one long, deep stroke,
unnnnhhhhh,
touching me so deep inside I gasped.

He began thrusting harder, faster, the bed creaking underneath us. I was moaning even louder. His balls hung loose, and I could feel them softly slap against my ass with each of his movements, titillating me as his thrusts jolted me with pleasure.

“Oh God,” I groaned, and dug my fingernails into his back.

“Hurt me,” he growled.

“What?” I gasped.

“You feel too good – I’m going to come if I keep going like this. So scratch me with your fingernails. Hard,” he ordered.

I don’t know what it was about the way he said it, and it wouldn’t have ordinarily turned me on – but in the middle of that pounding, throbbing orgy of pleasure, I suddenly wanted to give him exactly what he was asking for.

But I wanted something, too.

“Fuck me harder, then,” I rasped.

Ask and ye shall receive.

He began thrusting so deep, so hard, that our bodies bounced up several inches off of the mattress, like he was trying to fuck me into the bed and down through the floorboards.

I loved it.

So I gave him what he asked for, and raked my fingernails down his back.

Digging deep into his skin.

Like an animal.

He grunted and grabbed my shoulders, forced me even further down on his cock as he plunged into me.

I clutched his ass, feeling it arching in the air, driving his cock so hard, so fast.

“Oh God, I’m coming again,” I cried out.

“Oh fuck – oh fuck,” he grunted.

“I’m coming – I’m coming – OH GOD – ”

“FUCK – ”

As I spiraled upwards into insane pleasure I felt him explode inside me, his cock spasming even bigger and thicker. The sensation increased my ecstasy: feeling him burst inside me, the pressure, the glorious, sweet fullness of him tight inside me. Even despite my own delirious screams, I heard his groans and curses as he came, fast and furious, contraction after contraction, over and over. He gradually slowed down, easing to a halt, until he lay there panting on top of me, his cock still deep inside me, his head nestled in the hollow of my neck. I ran my fingers through his hair, my whole body pulsing with pleasure from my head to my feet, as I drifted down slowly from the best orgasm of my life.

I don’t remember much else before I slipped off to sleep. A little bit of talking – more like murmuring sleepily. A lot of touching each other’s bodies softly, sensuously…

And then I opened my eyes, and it was morning.

Sunlight streamed in through the window. I yawned and stretched sleepily. Between my legs there was a dull but pleasurable ache that reminded me of last night and everything we’d done.

I reached out for Jack’s body –

But he wasn’t there.

I sat up clutching the sheets to my chest and looked around. Since he’d brought me in here at night and hadn’t turned on the light, this was the first good look I’d had at his bedroom. Dark wood furniture; lots of photos on the wall – dozens of them, most in multi-picture frames.

The door was open, and there were soft sounds from the kitchen. The smell of coffee and bacon tickled my nose.

“Jack?” I called out.

Footsteps clacked on the hardwood floors and he suddenly appeared at the doorway, wearing dark pants, a blue ‘Pollari’s Body Shop’ shirt, and a huge smile.

“Morning, beautiful,” he said, walked over, and cupped my face with one hand as he kissed me lingeringly on the lips.

Mmmmm.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” I asked.

“Thought I’d let you sleep.”

I tugged playfully at his arm. “I’m not sleeping anymore. Why don’t you come back to bed?”

“Mm.” He kissed me again, reached under the sheets, cupped my breast in his hand. I felt myself getting wet again.

And then he pulled away. “Can’t. Gotta get into the shop.”

I grabbed his hand, put it to my breast again, pressed it hard against my flesh. “What’s the good of being boss if you can’t play hooky?”

He laughed. “Normally I would agree with you, but I’m already two hours late, and I’ve got a meeting in an hour.”

My eyes widened. “What time is it?”

“10 AM.”

“Oh my God… I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be,” he said, and kissed me again as he caressed my hardening nipple with his thumb. “You might just persuade me if you keep going like this. BUT… there’s some food in the kitchen, ready to go. You want to eat something first?”

As if on cue, my stomach growled. We both laughed, and I nodded. “I guess that’s a ‘yes.’”

“Alright. I’ll go get it ready while you get dressed.”

He kissed me again, smiled, and walked out of the bedroom.

Fantastic sex, incredible kisses,
and
he cooked me breakfast?

This deal was getting better all the time.

Not that I was going to tell
him
that. I knew it would go to his head.

I got out of bed and looked around. I had to run through the progression of exactly what had happened last night, and where. “Uh, Jack?”

“Yeah?”

“I think my clothes are out there.”

He laughed from the kitchen. “I forgot about that. Why don’t you come out here and get ‘em? I’d like a show.”

I look pretty good naked, but I wasn’t
entirely
comfortable walking out on full display in the cold morning light. Not yet.

“You can have one later. Can I wear one of your shirts?”

“Sure – check in the closet if you want something long enough to cover everything. Although I’d appreciate it if you didn’t. Cover everything, that is.”

“You can take it off me after breakfast,” I called out as I went in his closet.

There was an assortment of biker gear – leather jackets, kuttes, worn denim – as well as work clothes. There were also some really nice dress shirts, soft to the touch. I got a white stripped one down, bunched it under my nose, and inhaled. His scent lingered on it, masculine and clean.

Yum.

I pulled it on and walked out into the bedroom as I buttoned it up, making sure to leave the top three or four open. As an enticement in case he could cancel that meeting.