Rough Justice (Sinner's Tribe Motorcycle Club #1)(64)

Without taking her gaze off his, Arianne ripped open his fly.

Good as his word, there was no more foreplay. He swung her up in his arms and carried her to the shadowed corner of the porch, then settled her on the edge of the cedar patio table. And with one quick motion, he shoved his jeans over his hips.

Arianne’s mouth went dry as his erection, engorged and heavy, strained for her touch. Impulses warred within her. She wanted to grip him hard and run her tongue along his length. She wanted him to thrust his shaft inside her, soothing the ache in her sex. She wanted to take him into her mouth, wrap her lips around him and suck until he lost control.

Focus.

She stroked down and then up, watching him thicken in her hand as she bent her head and licked her lips.

“Christ, sweetheart.” He groaned as he fumbled in his pocket. “Gimme a break.”

“I hope you’re reaching for a condom.” Her words came out in a throaty rasp. “I only carry them when I’m trawling the bars, looking for a good time.”

Jagger glared. “No. Just. No. Don’t—”

Arianne laughed lightly and drew him closer. “Just teasing.”

His lips curved into a sly smile and he slid another finger through her wetness and then up and around her throbbing nub. Arianne moaned and tilted her hips, trying to get more of the pleasure he offered, but Jagger just grinned and pulled away.

“Just teasing.”

“Beast.” Arianne slapped at his chest and Jagger grabbed her wrist, trapping her hand against his tat. “Next time, I’m gonna restrain you. Hold you down so you can do nothing but feel me, take the pleasure I want to give.”

Fear and arousal blended into a cocktail of desire so potent, she could no longer keep hold of the threads of rational thought. A soft moan escaped her lips, and Jagger’s eyes darkened.

“Maybe I’ll do it now.” He released her hand and tugged off his belt with a sharp crack. “Hands over your head.”

Memories assailed her. Leo whipping off his belt, kneeling astride her on the bed as he wound the cold leather around her wrists … Adrenaline spiked through her veins and she threw up her hands in a warding gesture, her voice rising in pitch. “No.”

Jagger jerked back, the belt in his hand. His face creased in consternation, and then he dropped the belt and pulled her into his chest, enfolding her in his arms. “Shhhh, sweetheart. I would never do anything you don’t want me to do.”

She buried her face in his shoulder, gulping in her breaths as she tried to slow her hammering pulse. “I didn’t know I didn’t want you to do it until you did.”

He stroked her hair, soothing her fear, but not her fire. “You’ve never been restrained before?”

“Not with a belt.”

“I’ll make sure to cross that one off the list.”

She looked up and smiled, her panic fading in the face of his humor. “You have a list?”

“A long one. I add to it every day. It’s called, ‘Things I want to do to Arianne.’”

Her smile broadened. “What else is on the list?”

He kissed her, then caressed her breasts, rolling and pinching her tender nipples until the last vestiges of her fear had disappeared beneath a need made more fierce for having been denied for even those few minutes.

“Tasting you.” He leaned down and took her nipple between his teeth. “Licking you till you come in my mouth. You want my mouth, Arianne?”

Arianne cried out softly as his heat burned her tender flesh, her core tightening with every rasp of his tongue. “Oh, God. Yes.”

“Good girl. Like to hear those words.” He tugged the shirt over his head, and she leaned forward and kissed his scar.

“Do I get to find out what this is from?” She smoothed her fingers over his naked torso.

“You gonna tell me why the belt made you panic?”

“No.” She bit her lip as her cheeks flushed.

“Then we’ll both keep our secrets a little bit longer.”

The heat in his eyes made her smolder inside. Every minute she spent with him made it harder to imagine walking away.

He eased her back on the rough wooden surface of the table, positioning her feet on the lip, then slid his hands along her inner thighs. “Spread your legs for me.”

Her mouth went dry. Too intimate. Too vulnerable. “Someone might come out.”

“Texted Wheels when I got here.” He settled in the chair in front of her. “Told him to make sure no one comes out. And Zane’s at the front gate. He knows no one comes in. No one will bother us.”

She pushed herself up on her elbows. “Why didn’t you just tell them you were planning to seduce me and f*ck me on the porch?”

“Not their business. They do what I tell them to do. Now, relax, sweetheart. I want this. I want you. And I want to hear you come.” Pressing her legs apart, he leaned in and licked along her folds.

Arianne groaned and fell back on the table as he tortured and teased. Any hesitation she might have felt disappeared. Every flick of his tongue heightened her need until her thighs trembled beneath his palms. “Can I scream now?”

“Soon.” His tongue slid inside her as he parted her labia and stroked his thumbs along her sensitive inner walls. Her hips bucked against him and she cried out at the intense sensation.