Rough Justice (Sinner's Tribe Motorcycle Club #1)(76)

Come to me. His silent plea was rewarded with a grin when Arianne looked back over her shoulder.

“You look kinda hot. Maybe I should come up there and help you undress.”

“Maybe you should undress first.” He licked his lips when she kneeled on the bed, her breasts straining against the fine lace of her bra. “Or I can help you.”

She crawled up his body, brushing her breasts against his shaft as it strained against his jeans. With a soft sigh, she knelt astride his hips. Glorious. He ran his hands along her curves, settling them on her hips.

“Tell me what you want, beautiful.”

“Shirt off.”

He was more than happy to comply. Pushing himself to a semi-recline, he removed his cut and handed it to her, then stripped off his shirt. When he lay down again, Arianne hadn’t moved.

“Something wrong?”

She held up the cut. “Black Jack rules say only a brother or an old lady can babysit your colors.”

“Same with the Sinners.” And if that didn’t get the message across, nothing would.

Arianne stared at him, and her cheeks flushed. Then she carefully folded his cut and placed it on a chair beside the bed. As before, he was surprised by the immense satisfaction he derived from her gesture. Nothing was more important than a biker’s colors. Except maybe the woman who knew how to handle them.

She returned to her position and he lay back on the pillow and licked his lips. “Do I get a reward?”

Arianne laughed and leaned down, running her tongue between his lips before diving in deep, tangling it with his own in a hot, wet kiss that made his balls ache with pleasure.

“Good reward,” he murmured against her lips.

“That was the appetizer.” She slid down his chest and flicked her tongue over his nipple. Jagger groaned at the exquisite sensation and curled his hand around the back of her head, undecided whether he wanted to pull her away or hold her in place.

“Hands back.” Her quick shallow breathing told him she wasn’t unaffected by her sensual torture, and although he had to grit his teeth to let her go, he did as she asked.

Moments later, she was kissing her way down his stomach, nestling her soft body between his parted thighs as she undid his belt and loosened his fly.

“I think I made you a promise this morning.” Slowly, painstakingly, she opened his belt buckle and unbuttoned his jeans, easing his clothing over his hips. Jagger’s cock sprang free, but that small measure of relief dissipated quickly under the warmth of her breath.

“Reward for good behavior,” she said, and then she licked him from balls to tip.

“Christ.” Jagger’s body tensed and his hips jerked, thrusting toward her hot, wet mouth. “Need to touch you.”

Arianne pulled away. “No touching. You get only what I give you. Nothing more.”

He growled, his fingers clenched against the back of his head, the muscles in his arms shaking with the effort of keeping still.

His brain fuzzed when she pumped him with her fist. He was already rock hard, his shaft hot and heavy against her palm. She stroked his length, and aimed it at her mouth. Jagger groaned and cursed himself for what was turning out to be a really bad idea.

“Poor baby,” she whispered.

“Hard baby.”

She bit her lip and looked up at him from beneath her lashes. “Let’s see.”

Settling herself between his legs, she took him in her mouth, just the tip, teasing him with her tongue until he was dizzy with lust. Not wanting to spend himself too soon, and definitely not before he got her off, he lay back and thought about gaskets and tires and fuel pumps and lube. Lots of lube. Slick. Sliding. Wet.

Fuck.

Arianne released his cock and then gave him lazy smile. “My work here is done.”

With an impatient snort, Jagger slid his hand through her hair, yanking her forward, his hand clenched so tight, her eyes watered.

“Suck me, Arianne. Don’t play.”

“I thought I got to be in control.” She pushed herself up and straddled him, slipping off her bra as she rocked over his hardened length. His balls lifted, throbbed, and he felt the warning tingle at the base of his spine that told him it was almost too late.

“Condom. Now.”

She slowed and cupped her breasts in her hands, rolling her nipples between each thumb and forefinger. “I’m on the pill. Are you safe?”

He almost wanted to say no. Already at the breaking point, he didn’t think he would be able to control himself without at least a layer of latex to dull the sweet sensation of being inside her. But the alternative, denying himself the pleasure of her slick wetness, the intimacy of being as close as two people could get, was simply unacceptable.

“Doc checks everyone once a year. Last time was just a few months ago. All okay.”

“Me too.” Her cheeks flushed and she gave him a cheeky smile. “Good thing, because I didn’t want to stop.”

She impaled herself on him, sliding her slick, wet sheath over his erection, her hips undulating as she took him deep. They groaned together. Moved together. He captured her hips and angled her forward, dragging his cock over her sensitive inner flesh. Arianne panted, falling forward, her hands on either side of his head. Unable to resist, Jagger leaned up and captured her nipple between his teeth, giving it a swirling lick.