Never Have an Outlaw's Baby (Deadly Pistols MC #3)(17)

His lips moved, planting one more kiss on my right thigh, moving to the center. Then his tongue was in me, sliding through my folds – so much more direct than it had been before.

My legs began shaking, and never stopped as his rough licks quickened. His tongue lashed me there again and again, going a little deeper every time.

“Damn!” I sputtered, already seeing the stars in the sky multiply. Except the new ones were hot red, just like the hellfire I imagined pumping in my blood.

Joker's elbows pinned my thighs. His hands moved to my center, pulling me open, all the better for those licks to land deeper, deeper, so f*cking deep my insides clenched like a vise before the hot release hit me.

I screamed into the night when I came.

His lips wrapped around me and his tongue found my clit. All about a split second before I started coming my brains out, bucking and riding his face, wondering how the hell he could keep going with me thrashing underneath him.

Oh, but this man was strong. A beast wrapped in his tattoos, his leather, his cocky attitude that turned panties into ashes.

Mine were just a distant memory as I gave it up to his mouth. He licked, sucked, and pulled at my clit with his tongue, holding it between his teeth, holding down my center with nothing more than his rough, gorgeous face.

Was he seriously growling the whole way through it, making me feel his feral energy echoing in my body? Yes, God yes, he was.

I came even harder. I'd never expected my first time to be with someone who was more animal than man, wilder than the fierce country wind beginning to kick up around us.

The tall grasses on the hillside blew, tickling my face. One more sensation I couldn't handle with the dynamite going off inside me.

I never realized how numb my fingers were until he finally eased off. He lifted himself off me, slowly devouring me with his eyes, giving me the look. That one made me believe his utter crap about how he owned me tonight.

Made me believe that maybe, maybe, he wouldn't walk away when this was all through. But I knew better.

It started to get the best of me before he pushed his lips on mine, still slick with my juices.

He kissed me, pulling me onto his lap, his hands roaming my body again. This time, they were more deliberate, dragging away the rest of my clothes one piece at a time. He undid my blouse, kiss by kiss, growling when it fell off my shoulders.

My bra popped like nothing underneath his fingers. Free breasts felt his fingers for the first time, and he stopped to suck one nipple, lightly rolling it against his tongue, teasing me.

“Please!” I whimpered, scratching at his neck.

No more. I couldn't take this, the anticipation, the piecemeal way he played my body like a damned fiddle.

If this was a warm up, then it worked. I was hotter than the summer sun, taught and limber, ready to do anything and everything to feel him deep inside me.

Growling, he tightened his teeth around my nipple, quickening his tongue strokes. He used the way I melted, surrendering totally, to push me flat underneath him again.

He sucked and lashed each breast until I couldn't think. My brain shut down, lost in this delight, my body rising and falling and always asking for more, more, more.

I squirmed underneath him, wide eyed, caressing my hands up his back like scaling small mountains.

His legs pushed between mine. He rubbed the hard, needy bulge in his jeans against the wet, tender skin he'd just tormented so deliciously.

“This is really it, isn't it?” I whispered, more to myself than him.

“Summertime, you've got no f*ckin' clue. I'm gonna teach you everything a woman your age oughta know about her own sweet body by now. First things first – shut up and taste yourself on these lips.”

He kissed me, forcing another growl into my mouth. His tongue swept over mine, more possessive than before, and that was saying something. His lips moved like a firestorm, scorching every millimeter, taking what they wanted.

So hard, so swift, so sweet.

Joker pressed me into the earth, dry humping me with rougher strokes, making my wetness soak into his pants. I'd never been so thankful for the cool bed of grass below us, or the soft breeze caressing my skin.

If it wasn't for that, I was sure we would've burned alive.

“You on the damned pill?” he growled, his fingers tangled through my hair when he jerked my face away from his.

Desperately, I nodded, my hips still bucking, rising to meet his, begging.

“Good. 'Cause I'd have taken you raw even if you weren't, beautiful. Nothing's too good for this * but skin-on-skin.”

He lifted himself up and I watched him roll his shoulders. His cut came off. He lifted his t-shirt, taking away everything with the violent skulls and smoking pistols.

There were plenty more waiting on his skin. Dark, jagged inks rolled down his rock hard chest and tight packed abs, the one I'd caressed all evening on the back of his bike. The Pistols' skull leered at me, a strange dance between beauty and death, everything that was quintessentially Joker painted on his magnificent body.

I never thought my first time would be with someone like him, looking like a pirate.

But there he was, on top of me, larger than life. I watched as his belt buckle came loose, slapping gently on his jeans.

He shuffled out of his denim and hooked his thumbs below his boxer's waistband, wearing the most arrogant smile I'd ever seen on his face. Then they were down too, and I saw what he'd been hiding.