Hooked (Viking Bastards MC #1)(18)
“Well, hardly.” My head tips to one side and my eyes drift close. “Don’t want to get arrested right before an orgasm.”
He snorts with laughter and then nips my earlobe. “I wouldn’t let that happen to you.”
“I know you wouldn’t.” He might scare the crap out of some people, but he’s the most giving lover I’ve ever had. Sure, that makes me hopelessly shallow, but in my experience not every guy is that thoughtful every single time once they get me naked. I wish there could be more between us… “But I’ll pass, thanks.” I tease his balls, and his appreciative grunt makes me daring. I grip his cock more tightly with my other hand as I massage his thick length.
He grips my butt and his uneven breath is hot against my neck. I pant in his ear. “Condom?”
“Pocket.”
His jeans are around his ankles. I wriggle down his body, gliding my hands over his gorgeously tight ass and rock-hard thighs. His cock is right in front of me and I lick my lips, heart pounding. Am I really going to do this?
Yes, I am. I scrabble around in his pockets until I find what I’m searching for. I’ve never given head when the guy’s worn protection before, but I’ve always been in committed relationships whenever I had sex so the whole safety aspect never came into it.
I’m not naive, and I’m not about to take any chances, even if the idea of sucking Zach’s naked cock into my mouth is giving me all kinds of hot chills.
As I roll the condom on, he tangles his fingers in my hair. “Christ, you look f*cking gorgeous on your knees. D’you know what I want to do with you right—” He sucks in a sharp breath as I wrap my mouth around him, and the look of shock on his face more than makes up for the less than great taste of the condom.
I slowly slide along his length. God, he’s big. I’ll dislocate my jaw if I’m not careful. Somehow that only makes it all hotter, and I suck greedily, my cheeks hollowing with effort.
His fingers dig into my scalp and I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. His hips flex, and if I wasn’t gripping the base of his cock with my fist, I swear he’d be right down my throat.
A strangled moan tries to escape, but my mouth is too full of Zach. He pumps a couple of times and I gag, unable to breathe. I always hate when that happens, but he doesn’t keep on going. He pulls out and hauls me to my feet.
For a couple of seconds, we pant into each other’s faces, before he lifts me off the floor and side shuffles to the front of the car. “When I finally shoot my load in your mouth, it’s not gonna be in a f*cking condom. You’ll swallow everything I give you.”
I’ve no idea whether that’s a promise or a threat, and right now I don’t care. He kisses me like he’s starving, and I cling onto his shoulders as though he’s everything I’ll ever need.
His hand slides down the front of my thong, and I buck into him as he circles my throbbing clit. I’m so wet, he must know I’m ready for him, but he keeps on teasing until I’m all but begging him to take me.
His grin is lethal, and then he rips my thong in two before lifting me onto the hood. I glance over his shoulder through the windows, and seeing the oblivious strangers going about their business in the street is far more of a turn-on than it should be.
Who cares? I don’t. I wrap my legs around him and he pulls me close. “Sex on the hood,” he says, and I shudder because that sounds so irresistibly bad.
He pushes into me, our gazes locked. His grip is firm around my hips as his thrusts become faster, and I claw his shoulders, loving it.
“Harder.” It’s a hoarse command, and for a moment I don’t know what he means. I’m not in control. It’s Zach setting the pace, and all I can do is hang on tight for the ride.
But his demand echoes through my mind, as though I should know what he means. Harder…
I hook my fingers and rake my nails down his back. He rears, his teeth gritted, and primal power rushes through me. I do it again, mindless with lust and the scent of blood and sweat and oil.
So. Good…
And when he comes, hard and long, he takes me right over the edge of the world with him.
Chapter Seven
Grace
He holds me tight in his powerful arms, his fingers idly caressing my back, and it seems like forever before my heart slows and breathing eases. Even when it does, I have no inclination to move, despite the location.
I’ll never be able to look at my car again without remembering this moment.
Finally, he withdraws, pulls up his jeans, and disposes of the condom. I’m still perched on the hood wearing nothing but my shoes, and I self-consciously fold my arms across my breasts. But then Zach sweeps his dark gaze over me as though he’d like to do me again right now, and I forget about being embarrassed and instead clasp my hands between my knees so my breasts squish together and look nice and perky.
He enjoys the view for a few seconds, before hooking my bra up from the top of the car with one finger and handing it to me. With a sigh I hop off the hood and pull on my clothes. The dress doesn’t look too crumpled and I can’t see any oil stains. Before I can zip myself up, he loops his arms around me. It’s a tender, warm gesture, as though we’re a regular couple and not just a casual hookup. And I must stop reading more into everything he does. He’s probably like this with every woman he has sex with.