Chaos Bound (Sinner's Tribe Motorcycle Club #4)(53)
“Love that sound.” He brushed his mouth over her neck, his body taut and trembling. “Next time you decide to get me all wound up, make sure you’re wearing a skirt. I wanna f*ck you so bad. I want my cock in your tight, wet *. But I’m not gonna risk stripping you down with a cop inside who is probably still trying to figure out what just happened.”
“Oh.” She hadn’t meant to sound so disappointed. After all, she was always thrilled to have the sex part of her evenings out of the way. But not this time. She wanted more. More Holt pressed against her, his magic fingers working her to a fever pitch. More Holt who had come to save her, his mouth hot and wet on her breasts.
“Shhhh.” He thrust his fingers deep inside her. “I’m gonna take care of you.”
“But, I never…” Her hands found his shoulders, her nails digging through his shirt and into his skin.
“Never what?” He added a third finger, stretching her, increasing the pace, his fingers curled to hit the sensitive spot inside that had only ever come to life with her vibrator.
“Never f*cked a biker outside a bar?” He moved in closer, pinned her against the wall, and leaned down to suck her throbbing nipple.
Something inside her snapped—all her tension, her fear, and her anxiety were swallowed up in a rush of desire. She sagged against the wall, giving in to the unfamiliar sensations pulsing through her body. Her hips rocked against his hand, and she ground her clit into his palm in a wanton display of need such as she’d never imagined before.
“That’s it. Give it to me.” Holt groaned, released her nipple. “Jesus Christ, you’re so f*cking hot.” With his free hand, he tugged on his jeans and freed his cock from its restraint. Naiya’s breath caught when she looked down. He was huge, thick, the head of his cock pink and glistening.
“Stroke me.”
Well, this was more familiar territory. She knew all about giving pleasure, just not how to receive it. Without hesitation she wrapped her hand around his shaft and worked him from base to tip.
His cock hardened beneath her hand, and he let out a long, low groan against her breast, one arm tightening around her waist, while he continued the slow, torturous slide of his fingers inside her.
“Harder.” His voice had gone dark, guttural. His shaft hot and throbbing in her palm. She tightened her fingers, pumped harder, even as she felt a deep, erotic pressure build in her womb.
“Oh God, Holt. I’m going to come.” All her blood rushed downward, swelling the tissues in her sex. She bucked against him, losing all her inhibitions in the burning need for release. “Don’t stop, Holt. Don’t stop.”
“Come for me, darlin’.” He ground his palm against her clit, driving his fingers inside her.
Her climax overtook her, wiping her mind of everything except the wet, pounding, clenching, all-consuming pleasure that pulsed through her body in wave after wave of electric heat. Her eyes shut at the frightening intensity, a pleasure like nothing she’d ever felt before. Her back arched, and she released his cock, buried her face in his shoulder, and screamed.
“Hell, that’s the f*cking hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He held her against him, drawing out the last quivers of her orgasm, and then he withdrew his hand and pressed gently on her shoulders. “On your knees, darlin’. I wanna see those beautiful lips wrapped around my dick. I want to f*ck your sweet mouth.”
“I want to taste you, Holt.”
Naiya dropped to her knees as he pulled a condom from his pocket and sheathed himself. When he was ready, she wrapped her hand around him and squeezed tight licking over the head of his shaft. This she knew: After she started dating again, she’d quickly discovered a man could be put off sex if he got regular oral pleasure, so she’d researched, studied, and perfected her technique, combining her love of science and her knowledge of anatomy with the best porn the Internet had to offer.
She took him all in, fast and deep, dragging her tongue along the underside of his cock, longing to taste him free of the latex sheath. Still, his musky scent of arousal made her * clench with need all over again.
“Yes. Fuck. Yes.” His shaft swelled, and she pumped her fist in counterpoint to her mouth as she withdrew, and took him in again. Holt bucked against her, his hand fisting her hair.
“You’re so f*cking sexy and it’s been so damn long, you do that again and I’m gonna come so hard.” He panted his breaths, as she took him to the back of her throat, his body coiling tight. “Harder, Naiya. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Suck my cock. Take me as far as you can in that sweet mouth.”
She sucked, and licked as she pumped her hand, but she didn’t need any of her tricks. On her last stroke, Holt threw back his head and let out a guttural groan, his hand tightening in her hair, holding her still. Naiya relaxed her throat as he thrust deep and climaxed hard, his orgasm going on and on, his cock pulsing against her tongue. Finally, he shuddered and pulled out.
“You okay, darlin’?” He pulled her up and let out a ragged breath.
“Been awhile?”
With a groan, Holt fell forward, palms to the rough brick wall, his forehead pressed against hers. “Three months or so. I thought maybe Viper had made it so I could never be with a woman again.”
“Apparently, you’re in good working order,” she said with a soft laugh.