Beyond the Horizon (Sons of Templar MC #4)(17)

I made a little sound as his finger built the fire inside me, stretching me as another one joined it.

“I might not deserve it. Might not be the best one to take this from you,” he continued, kissing me softly. “I don’t do gentle,” his hands, his kiss contradicted him, “but I will own you, possess every inch of you, and make sure you feel me for a week after this,” he promised.

He moved down my stomach, and all of a sudden, his mouth fastened against my clit. I didn’t even think, I screamed at the pleasure that came from his mouth, his fingers. It was foreign, something I’d never imagined. It felt bad, naughty. So bad it was so good.

My breath was coming in pants, and I really hoped I wouldn’t have to lean over and scramble for my inhaler. That would totally kill the mood, and cement my nerd status in front of this sex god for the rest of eternity. But this was a different kind of breathless, the good kind. I didn’t think a pleasure this good existed, one that made me forget to breathe—where breathing seemed unimportant.

Then it came. An explosion, an earth shattering orgasm that made me see stars, and that caused my whole body to convulse. I called out his name at the peak. Asher was gone a moment, I heard a drawer open, foil crinkle, then he was back on top of me.

His hand spanned my head, and he kissed me slowly, the taste of me on his tongue making me twitch with arousal once more.

“I’m going to f*ck you now,” he told me with dark eyes.

I sucked in a breath. I wasn’t nervous. I was impatient. “I want you inside me. Now,” I ordered, with a brazenness I didn’t know I possessed.

Asher’s eyes flared. “You need to tell me, babe, if it hurts,” he instructed as he positioned himself at my entrance.

I knew it would hurt. I’d read the literature, heard the horror stories. Listened to Bex recount the disaster of her first time. But the man on top of me, the post orgasm cloud I was floating on, made this prospect inconsequential. I needed to be filled with him. Needed him to claim me. I’d treasure it forever.

“Fuck me,” I whispered, my arousal causing me to utter a phrase that would never have normally come from my lips.

His eyes turned hooded and then he was inside me. Not slow, not gentle, he plunged right in. To the hilt.

It hurt. Mingled with the remaining pleasure was a sharp jolt of pain. It wasn’t pleasant. It hurt like a bitch if I was honest. For a split second, I was unsure if I would be able to handle the pain, if this could ever feel good. But I knew it would evolve. Be good. Be great.

His whole body was tight, his eyes on mine. “Flower, you okay?” he asked softly.

I wrapped my arms around him, clawing at his back, focusing on his eyes. “I need you to move,” I ordered hoarsely. I needed him to do something, make me think about something other than the pain, help build up the pleasure I hoped was coming.

I had barely uttered the phrase when he did as I commanded, thrusting into me hard and slow. His eyes never left mine as he f*cked me, my body growing accustomed to him, welcoming him.

“So f*ckin’ tight, baby,” he ground out. “So f*ckin’ beautiful.”

I wrapped my legs around him, needing more contact. “Faster,” I ordered.

Asher immediately complied, pushing into me with an intensity that stoked a fire that burned within me.

It was coming. I knew it. Another orgasm that would shatter my world.

Asher’s body knifed up slightly, so he could thrust into me even harder, my hips moved in tandem with his, meeting him for each beautiful thrust.

“Fuck, baby,” he ground out through his teeth. “For a virgin, you take my cock like you were born to it.” His head bent forward to capture mine.

The moment his kiss began to ravage me was the moment I exploded. It was better than with his mouth, I milked his own release, and he shuddered on top of me as I rode the last of my waves of pleasure.

We lay there, him on top of me breathing heavily.

He leaned up and kissed my nose. “You okay, flower?” he asked softly, his eyes searching my face with worry.

I smiled dreamily at him. “Yeah. I’m okay,” I whispered the biggest understatement of the year. The century.

I was sated, happy, elated, and everything in between. I had just lost my frigging virginity. To a smoking hot biker, who I never thought would even give me a second glance let alone take me to bed and look at me like I was some supermodel. Someone special.

He pulled out of me gently and cupped my jaw. “Don’t move,” he commanded softly.

I smiled at him again. “No chance of that, buddy. I’m delightfully content staying in this spot for oh ... the rest of time,” I joked, in a manner that was so not me. But somehow was at the same time. The me of this moment at least.

He jolted slightly and his eyes sparkled while he watched me. He shook his head and turned so his back faced me.

I restrained a gasp. His back was corded and muscled, but with the rest of him it didn’t surprise me. His shoulders were broad and absolutely delightful. What amazed me was the huge tattoo spanning the entirety of his back. It was similar to the patch on the back of his vest. A grim reaper, riding a bike and brandishing a sword. Underneath, The Sons of Templar MC was written in a kind of ancient script. It was amazing.

I didn’t get time to run my hands along it or lick it, because after pulling on his jeans and giving me one last look over his delightful shoulder, he left the room.