TRIGGER: A Motorcycle Club Romance Novel (27 page)

“I…” I started to say,
wanting to apologize before I made a total fool of myself.

“Please, stop talking,” he
said, moving across the room towards me, the look in his eyes silencing any
thoughts that could have come tumbling from my mouth. His hands came to my
shoulders and he looked down on me, as though I was the only thing he’d ever
wanted. I shivered under his touch, under his gaze. “Sit down.”

I did so, without thinking,
not taking my eyes from him. I was eye-level with his crotch, and automatically
reached out to undo his belt and jeans, thinking that it was blowjob time.
That’s how Jeremy always started things…

I was surprised to feel my
hand swatted away, surprised to see Reign drop down before me, crouching in
front of me, so that we were eye to eye.

“You’re so fucking
beautiful,” he murmured, his hands coming to my shirt and rolling it upwards.

“Please, no,” I said,
suddenly shot through with another rush of shame over my body. I didn’t move to
stop him, but felt like crying as he exposed my small but wide stomach, my
large breasts, all the parts of me that had brought me so much shame. His eyes darted
towards mine, almost seeming angry, then softening.

“You don’t even realize,” he
said, a hint of astonishment in his voice. At the same time, his hands came to
my hips once more, tickling up my sides, making me close my eyes and moan in
pure ecstasy. I leaned backwards automatically, my body delighting in his touch
even as my mind tried to make me feel bad about my body.

I barely felt as he
unclasped my bra and threw it to the side, his hands now coming to my breasts
and fondling them gently, much more gentle than Jeremy ever did. Unlike my
husband, who just pawed at my breasts like they were pillows that needed
fluffing, Reign’s hands massaged them, a growing warmth in my stomach as he
gently pushed me back further onto the bed, rising even as my back fell,
leaning over me.

Finally, I was lying on the
mattress, eyes closed in bliss as his thumbs grazed my nipples, now erect. I
shuddered, then moaned as I felt one of his lips come gently to my nipple,
sucking it in slightly, his tongue rolling over it while his hand favored my
other breast, tweaking the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

I could feel my slit flowing
with juices, my body turned on in a way that hadn’t happened in years, and I
squirmed underneath him, a low-level frenzy developing in my mind as he teased
my nipples, moving his mouth from one to the other, blowing over them in
between, the chill feeling making me arch my back.

I almost cried out in
desperation when I felt his head move from my breasts and begin to trail down
my stomach, which fluttered under his lips, my nerves alive and aching for him.
His hands settled on the top of my leggings and he yanked downwards.

No. No way. This is not happening,
I thought when I realized he
was making right for my wet, aching sex. Jeremy never went down there. No one
else had, either. A part of me cringed, screamed for me to stop him, that it
was wrong, dirty, gross. Another part of me wanted to push his head faster, to
feel his tongue against my aching clit, now swollen and straining for
stimulation. I pushed myself up onto my elbows.

“You don’t have to…” I
started to say, wanting to give him an out, my two personas fighting to the
death over whether or not I wanted him to. His eyes flashed up into mine and he
reached out, pressing me back down on the bed, just forcefully enough to tell
me that he wasn’t going to invite any argument.

Oh god, oh god, oh Jesus,
I thought, my mind in an utter
frenzy as he drew closer and closer to my now-exposed slit, his fingertips
tracing up and down my thighs as he lingered on my tummy, his mouth promising
delights that I could never dream of even as his fingers drove me into a
whirlwind of sensation, up and down, up and down, my inner thighs starting to
quake now as he let his fingers draw just slightly nearer with each stroke…

“Oh, holy fuck,” I screamed,
piercing the night, as his tongue flicked over my clit, suddenly, strongly,
unleashing a flood inside me as I tried to contain myself. The sensation was
unbearably delicious.

I grasped at his head
automatically, running his soft, dark hair through my fingers as he lapped at
my swollen clit steadily, his tongue stiff against it, then soft, then circling
it, then flicking over it, a pattern that held me in a suspended state of
unbearable tension. He was playing me like a master, my body a finely-tuned
violin, his tongue the bow. My legs wrapped around his head of their own
accord, pulling him in closer.

“Oh, holy shit, shit, holy
fuck, Reign, shit,” I moaned, over and over, his name tasting like nectar in my
throat as he licked my pussy methodically, masterfully. My whole world was
narrowed and narrowed to an ever-shrinking point, my clit the center of my own
personal paradise, a fire rising in my face as a pressure built inside my
pussy.

His tongue flicked and
circled and flicked and circled so warm, so warm, so soft, and my clit, his
tongue, my body stiff like a board, my legs like tightly wound coils around his
neck, my hands pressing his face forward, wild abandon taking control of me as
he brought me closer and closer and closer to some destination, someplace I’d
never been, some shining moment, that point growing smaller and smaller as he
flicked and circled and flicked and circled and tore me apart with pleasure
until finally

I exploded, juices streaming
from me, body nearly breaking from my muscles snapping in sacred release. My
pussy clenched and released, over and over, again and again, my teeth gritted
together as I tried to make sense of the sensations taking over my body, my
first climax coming so hard and fast that I almost couldn’t believe it was
happening at all.

My fingers buried themselves
into Reign’s hair, clutching desperately, my toes curling tight to themselves.
My hips bucked under his mouth, and my legs were like a vise around his head.
He hadn’t stopped licking at my clit even as it sent shockwaves of pleasure
through my body, and as I began to sway gently down from my peak I panted,
releasing him, his warm tongue still dancing over my slit, now lapping at my
juices

I lifted myself up once more
on my elbows, panting and goggle-eyed, head spinning with the enormous pleasure
I’d just experienced for the first time ever.
I can’t believe I waited so damn long for that.

Reign looked up at me, his
come-hither eyes now smiling as he pulled away from my tender mound.

“I’ve never…I mean…that
was…” I tried to speak, but couldn’t make sense of my own voice, my own
thoughts. Reign wiped his mouth and stood above me. My hands came
automatically, desperately, back to his belt, wanting to repay him. He let me
pull his jeans down, exposing a cock that put Jeremy’s to shame, massively
erect and throbbing before my flushed face.

I gripped the base, my hand
stroking up to the plushy head, looking up at him with gratitude. In a single
motion, he’d removed his leather jacket and shirt, revealing a body that was
sculpted from marble, covered in tattoos, with just a spattering of chest hair
crossing his broad, steely
pecs
.

I leaned in, wanting to
taste him, but felt his hands on my shoulders, keeping me at bay. I looked up,
confused, to see him smiling wickedly, a crooked grin that only rekindled the
flames inside me.

“I want to feel you,” he
said, pushing me back even further, coming between my legs once more as I let
my body fall to the mattress. No one had ever been inside me besides Jeremy. My
heart was trapped in my throat, each beat vibrating through my body, as I
closed my eyes and prepared myself. “Is that okay?”

He was asking me permission?
After what he’d just done for me?

“Please,” I moaned, reaching
out to grab him closer, his hard cock now pressing against my gushing slit.
Even with just a centimeter of it inside me, I could feel how huge it was, how
it stretched my slit to its limit.

I kept my eyes on his as he
knelt onto the bed, and I pushed myself back further until we were both laying
down, the weight of him against me thrilling and new. His cock returned to my
slit and he pressed inside slowly, slightly. I gasped, my pussy stretching to
fit his girth, a new heat rising to my cheeks.

I grabbed his biceps, stroking
his skin, wanting more. He looked at me with eyes like a wolf about to take his
mate, and I felt lost in his gaze, tumbling through nowhere, the only things in
the world our two bodies bound together in bliss. I cried out, throwing my head
back and closing my eyes, as he suddenly thrust into me, his cock sliding
easily into my wetness, tearing my pussy in two in a delicious moment of
combined pleasure and pain.

He throbbed inside me,
holding still for a moment, my body beginning to glow in some inner place,
previously unbeknownst to me. My fingernails dug into his biceps as he began to
thrust into me, slowly, gently, each pump driving a cry from my mouth as he
filled me entirely with his hardness, lighting up parts of my deepest self that
I’d never even felt before.

My nerves were sparking like
fireworks, my face turning to a fan of flames as heat coursed through me with
each stroke, my eyes popping open to meet his. My hips automatically began to
work with him, rising and falling to meet his pumps, my pussy gushing around
him as he drove deeper and faster into me.

Suddenly, he pushed one arm
underneath me, raising my lower back, and with his next stroke I felt him hit
some tender button inside me, some field of untapped energy, my mind sparking
with electricity as he pressed hard into it. My nails dug into his flesh, my
free hand now coming to his lower back and pulling him in, my body only knowing
that it wanted more of what he was giving me.

My legs clenched tight
around his waist as he thrust into me, each time pounding into that same spot,
a hot air balloon of pressure rising in my stomach once more as my eyes closed
and my mouth opened in a soundless cry, muscles dancing up and down with
ecstasy. He began to fuck me harder, no longer holding back, his massive cock
driving into my body almost violently, his hips working at a breakneck pace,
his breathing growing labored.

Turning my head to the side,
I could see his fingers clenching the covers, feel his body on top of me tense
and begin to shake. That balloon of pressure was rising inside me, rising,
quickly, too quickly, my eyes clenched shut, my toes wiggled frantically, my
grip on his bicep almost painful, lights dancing before my eyes as my body
relented, surrendered to him, melting into a soft puddle of shimmering
pleasure, my second climax making me feel like I was levitating off the bed,
entering an intoxicating dream world, my pussy milking his cock as he thrust it
once more into me with a shudder.

I barely registered the
bursts of cum that spouted from his cock, massaging my pussy walls as they
clenched around him, my body tingling all over as I collapsed in an exhausted
puddle underneath him, feeling him pulse inside me with each burst of hot cum, filling
me entirely until he finally slid out with a wet plop, his cock trailing gooey
white cum down my thighs.

Jeremy, fuck you,
I thought, lazily, almost giddily, my body now freed
of the last thing he held over me, another man’s cum dripping from my gushing
slit, my entire being a singular pillar of dizzy bliss and ecstasy. Reign slid
onto the bed beside me, our bodies too overheated to even touch, both spent and
panting beside each other.

“Thank you,” I murmured
through closed eyes. He turned to me, opened one eye in a slit, chuckled.

“Sure, anytime, beautiful.
Holy shit,” he said, letting all his breath out in a rush and shaking his head.
“I can’t remember the last time I came like that.”

“Really?” I said, lifting my
head in bafflement. Surely he had girls by the dozen lining up to experience a
taste of that amazing cock.

“You’re something else,
that’s all I have to say,” he said, and I detected something strange in his
voice, almost wistful. I turned onto my side, looking at his profile. My eyes
fell on a tattoo on his bicep, a Celtic cross that wound around a supplicating
angel. I brought one finger to it, tracing it gently, and felt his skin react
to my touch. He turned to me once more, no longer smiling, his eyes fixing on
my face like I was the finish line of a race.

“Can I stay for a while?” he
asked. He sounded embarrassed, like that wasn’t something he usually did. I
nodded. He turned on his side. I thought, briefly, that my little belly was
probably in an unattractive roll. But the way he was looking at me I knew it
didn’t matter a single bit. He stroked my cheek.