Hooked (Viking Bastards MC #1)(5)
“Oh my,” she gasps, like she’s in a daytime soap, and I laugh before I can stop myself. She blinks at me and crosses her ankles. “I don’t think this is hygienic.”
Girls I’m about to screw never talk this much, and they sure don’t comment on the cleanliness of the location. It’s kind of funny. What would she think if I’d taken her into the side alley and shoved her up against the brick wall?
I slide my hands down her legs and unhook her ankles. “Princess, nothing in my life is hygienic.”
She gives a delicate shudder and leans back. Her wrists are still bound and she spreads her palms on the table to take her weight. “Guess I’m going to get very dirty tonight, then.”
I lean in close, parting her thighs. The faint hint of her perfume mingles with the scent of rain, and it’s like a drug I never knew I craved. “You better believe it.” My mouth drifts along her exposed throat. I’ve never found a chick’s neck sexy before. Jesus, what am I doing?
Not that I stop. Her skin is soft and her pulse hammers against my lips, like an echo of my heartbeat. She sighs and tilts her head, giving me complete access, and I nip her tender flesh. Tastes so good…
“No hickeys.” Her voice is slurred, but she doesn’t try and pull away. I lift my head and give her a mocking grin. I don’t give a shit if she’s married or living with some guy. Sure as hell don’t care if they want to come after me for touching their woman. If she wants to f*ck around that’s up to her, and if I want to mark a girl, I never ask permission first.
Yet for some reason I don’t follow through. Maybe it’s the way she’s looking at me with those blue eyes, as though she trusts me not to breach her boundaries.
What the f*ck? I don’t want or need any chick’s trust. Least of all a casual hookup whose name I don’t know and who I’ll never see again.
I hook my thumbs in the straps of her bra and tug them over her shoulders. She looks all messy and f*ckable and much as I want to feast on her tits, I like the way they’re almost-but-not-quite exposed. Instead I trail my fingers over her waist and across her stomach until she’s squirming with need. Should’ve ripped her dress off altogether. Too late now, so I wrench the soft material out of my way and grasp her naked thighs.
Her * is bare and just looking at her gorgeous slit makes my mouth water. “Lean back,” I order, without taking my gaze from between her legs.
She shuffles a little and I trace the edge of my thumb along her swollen folds. She’s smooth as silk. My dick’s so hard I can barely stand up straight. I push her legs farther apart and go in for the kill.
Her muscles tense but I don’t let that stop me. I lick her slick crease up to her clit and she gives a strangled squeak. I glance up at her, and the shock on her face is priceless.
“Don’t stop.” Her voice is hoarse and her thighs are quivering with tension. My grin feels feral.
“Wasn’t going to, princess. Fuck, you taste so good. I’m going to eat you until your girlfriends hear you screaming.”
“Yes,” she gasps, as though I was waiting for her permission or something. “Do it again.”
I don’t think she even knows what she’s saying. Fine by me. She’s not even gonna be able to think by the time I’m done with her.
Her hands slide down to her ass and she’s flat on her back as I tease her clit with my tongue and mouth. The little moaning sounds she makes are so damn sexy I’m not sure how much longer I’ll last.
I suck her clit and push two fingers into her wet heat. She bucks wildly, and falls apart, squeezing my fingers, and if I don’t get release soon I’m going to explode.
I pull out and can’t take my eyes from her as she lays there, her whole body shaking, her pretty pink lips an invitation I can’t wait to claim. I grab a condom from my pocket, rip open my jeans, and sheath my throbbing cock, before winding my arms around her limp body and hauling her up.
She slumps against me, her hair tickling my jaw. “My turn, princess,” I growl, and bend her over the table. The sight of her arms tethered behind her, her knuckles grazing the top of her naked ass, is the best thing I’ve seen all year. Combined with her tangled hair hiding half her face, and her gorgeous bare legs trembling on those hot pink excuse for boots, this chick’s gonna fuel my filthy fantasies until Christmas.
I grip my dick, needing to be inside her * more than I need my next breath. She shifts on the table, wriggling her butt, and with a groan I push into her. She’s hot and wet and so tight around me. For a second I close my eyes, but the vision of her bound at the wrists and impaled by my cock is burned into my mind.
“This feels so good.” She sounds drugged or drunk, and it’s sexy as hell. Especially when she flexes her fingers and tries to escape her bonds.
“You feel f*cking insane.” I grab her hair and twist it around my fist, partly so I can see her face but mostly because I’ve wanted to since she walked in the bar. “You ready for me, princess?”
I don’t wait for her answer. Can’t wait. Need to make this girl mine, and now. I hammer into her, and shove my free hand between her legs so I can circle her clit. She shudders, and her eyelashes flicker like she’s about to pass out. All I can hear is our rasping breath, and the scent of sex fills my head.
She arches her back, pinning my hand between her * and the table, and with a choked cry convulses around my cock like a vise. I can’t hold on any longer and shoot my load, giving her everything I have.