Rough Justice (Sinner's Tribe Motorcycle Club #1)(65)
“I love your body,” he murmured. “Wanted to taste you this way since the day we met.” He lapped at her clit as his thumbs stroked deeper, drawing her closer and closer to her peak. She’d never known pleasure like this, never been with a man who understood her body and could give her what she needed.
A cool breeze ruffled her hair, soothed her burning skin, and a bird chirped overhead. She felt at once cherished and dirty, outside in the dark, spread open on the rough wood surface, with his mouth licking her * as his brothers partied only a few meters away.
He alternated soft flicks of his tongue on her clit with the firm pressure of his thumbs against her sensitive tissue until she was coiled so tight, her body shook with need. Threading her fingers through his hair, she pressed his head down and moaned. “Make me come.”
It took only one more lick. Arianne covered her mouth to stifle her scream as she arched off the table, her orgasm zinging through her body, making every nerve ending overload. But he didn’t stop. He lapped at her clit and thrust two fingers deep inside her, curling them to press against her sensitive spot, a relentless stroking that made her buck and writhe on the table. She didn’t know whether to plead for him to continue or push him away.
“I want you inside me.” She panted her breaths, only a heartbeat shy of begging.
“And I want to watch you come again.” His eyes glittered in the dim light. “Come all over my hand, and you can have my cock.” He bent down and drew her clit between his teeth, nipping with the lightest pressure.
She almost forgot to stifle her moan, covering her mouth seconds after the orgasm hit, a deep pulsating sensation unlike anything she had experienced before.
With his gaze firmly fixed on her, Jagger grabbed a condom from his pocket and sheathed himself. “Gonna f*ck you now,” he said. “Hard and fast over the table while I imagine my mark—the Sinner mark—tattooed above your ass.”
Her brain still fuzzy with lust, she didn’t catch his meaning until he helped her off the table, only to spin her around and press her back down on the wooden surface, still warm from her body.
“Open.” He kicked her legs apart and held her down with his broad palm against her lower back.
And then he was inside her, driving deep in one fierce thrust, filling her so completely, her eyes watered at the delicious sensation.
“Oh God.” Arianne braced herself against the table, the worn cedar planks scraping over her hardened nipples and sending tiny darts of pain straight to her clit.
He took her exactly as he had promised. One hand twined through her hair, pulling her head back until she arched against him, the other on her hip, holding her still as he pounded into her with a raw animal need. Dirty, rough, and wild. His total control of her body sent her over the edge, and she let go, rapturous pleasure searing her veins.
“Jesus, Arianne. You feel like heaven.” He f*cked her hard, driving her hips into the edge of the table with each forceful thrust. She’d never been so hot, never imagined she would be overcome by such a deep-seated visceral need to be taken, dominated.
And yet he was there for her even as his control cracked, angling himself to hit her most sensitive tissue, tugging her head to the side so he could kiss her even as he pumped deeper and harder inside her. “I’ve never been so hard. I want to sink into your * so deep, you can’t let me go.”
He grunted dirty words, filthy words, putting images in her head that sent her arousal spiraling out of control. Her back was slicked in sweat, every nerve alive with the erotic sensation of Jagger sliding over her skin. Finally she peaked, gripping the table when she climaxed, hard, fast, and with shocking intensity.
“Yes. Fuck. Squeeze me, sweetheart.” His fingers dug into her hips, making her eyes tear, and then he hammered her until he stiffened and came, his shaft thickening and pulsing inside her.
“Oh my god,” she whispered, as he collapsed on top of her, taking his weight on his hands. “That was hands-down the best sex I’ve ever had.”
“What about last time?” Jagger panted his breaths against her back.
Arianne laughed. “Last time was good. This time was better.”
He pushed himself up, taking her with him, enfolding her in his body to beat away the chill. “Gimme a minute, and I’ll show you best.”
“Only a minute?”
Jagger clasped her hand and slid it down between them, folding her fingers around his semi-erect cock. “Maybe less than a minute.”
“Impressive.” She looked up at him over her shoulder, and he bent down to give her a kiss.
“You do that to me. Even if you’re across the room.”
He held her until even his warmth couldn’t beat away the chill. And then he reluctantly drew away, settling her on the bench as he gathered up their clothes.
She watched him as he dressed, drinking in his powerful thighs and the mouth-watering cuts of his hip bones, unaware of his intentions until he held out his hand.
“What about me?” Arianne pointed to her clothing bunched in his other hand.
“No point puttin’ on your clothes when all that’s going to happen when we get upstairs is me taking them off you.”
“Is that supposed to be romantic?”
Jagger chuckled. “No, sweetheart. It’s efficient. Also saves me from tearing your clothes to shreds ’cause I’m ready for you all over again.” He grabbed a blanket from the railing and wrapped it around her, then lifted her in his arms and walked across the porch.