Pulling Her Trigger (Ghost Riders MC #1)(5)

I reach down and unbuckle my belt.

“Easy, big guy, I said mouth only.”

I smile at her, and pull my belt free from my pants. “You gonna tell me your name, or do I have to come up with something else to call you. Dollface? Sugar? Baby cakes?”

“You call me any of those names, and I’ll remove your favorite appendage from your body.”

“So, you gonna tell me then?”

“Mac,” she says, but I can tell she’s reluctant.

“You gonna tell me what your whole name is, or do I have to sound like I’m f*cking a dude when I moan your name?”

She cracks a smile at my joke, and I can see her soften a little. “Mackenzie, but don’t go spreading that around.”

“You got it, Mackenzie.” She smiles a little, and I can tell she likes the sound of it. I bet I’m the only person she’s let call her that. Good. I want it to be only for me. “I’m Vincent. But I’ll answer to anything that comes out of your mouth—God, Jesus, More, Please, Again…whatever,” I say, and bring my belt up to her wrists. Her smile drops when she sees what I’m about to do.

“What the f*ck are you doing? I didn’t say you could tie me up.”

Just my luck there’s a hook on the back of the door that’s down low enough for her wrists to reach. She’s a short girl, but the height of the hook won’t make her strain at all. I wrap my belt around her wrists, and she starts to struggle a little.

“Easy, Mackenzie,” I whisper, and she calms a little. I place her tied-up wrists on the hook and let her see how much slack she has. She could easily lift her arms off the hook, and I left enough room in the belt for her to slip her hands out without any difficulty. She feels the ease with which she can escape and her body relaxes. “You can get away from me any time you want. But the point of this is that I want your hands there, and I want you to keep them there because I said so. Not because you can’t get away, but because you want to do what I say.”

I watch the pulse in her neck quicken at my words and her breathing picks up. She’s probably never had someone dominate her before, and I’m sure if you ask her outright, she’ll tell you to f*ck off. But right now, with me, she’s getting off to it.

“Think you can handle that?”

“You use that mouth for anything else besides talking shit?”

I give her my wicked smile. Fuck, but her comments just make my dick even harder. I lean in close to her mouth again. “You keep those hands where I put them, and enjoy the ride.” I grab her face with both hands and crush my lips to hers again. She said no kissing on the lips, but her mouth melts to mine and I feel her tongue seeking entrance. The kiss is a branding, a mark of possession, letting her know that in this moment she is mine to control. I give her what she wants and lick her back. Her own hot mouth brands me. Like she owns me. She does.

I break the kiss and lean back, looking at her flushed face. Her hands are still in place above her head, and I reach down to undo my jeans.

Her eyes grow big with shock, but I just keep going and unzip them. I reach down into my briefs and pull my thick, hard cock out and give it a few strokes. Her eyes are glued to my hand and cock, and I can see her squeeze her thighs together, trying to relieve the pressure.

“Don’t worry, I’m only going to use my mouth. I just needed to let this guy out for some fresh air.”

She gives me a dirty smile and leans her body back against the door. “A big dick to go with all your big talk. Meanwhile I’m still fully dressed.”

I let out a little laugh and drop to my knees in front of her. “You can say it’s all talk if you want to. But you and I both know this little * of yours is soaked.” I look up in time to see the blush creep across her cheeks, and she doesn’t respond to my words because we both know it’s true.

“Let’s see how much she likes my big dick,” I say, and unbutton her jeans. They’re skin tight like the ones she was wearing the first night I stood outside her window. Once I unzip them, I grab her underwear and jeans together and pull them down just enough to expose her *. I feel Mackenzie shake with anticipation, and I know she’s thinking I’ll keep going. Her jeans are so tight that the waistband locks her thighs, and she can’t spread her legs. This is going to tease both of us, and I can’t wait.

I can see her honey coating her lips, and I lean forward and press my nose to her slit. I feel the dampness on my face as I inhale her scent, and it goes straight to my head. She smells like sweet * and home all mixed together. I feel the end of my cock bob up and down, like a puppy begging for attention. My precum rolls down the head of my dick at just the smell of her.

“Sweet f*cking Jesus, do you smell good.”

“Oh, God,” she breathes and pushes her hips forward.

I grab her and hold her steady, as I ease my tongue into her slit. The first taste of her is so sweet when it hits my lips. She’s like peaches soaked in whiskey, and instantly I’m addicted.

I lick in and out and kiss her * like I would her mouth. She struggles to spread her legs a millimeter more apart, but I hold her tight and make her work for it. She’s so turned on; her juices coat my tongue and mouth. I want more of it. I want to drink her down my throat until I’m drunk on her. She’s close to cumming and I can feel it, but I want to make sure she’s with me on this.