Move the Sun (Signal Bend #1)(36)

“Oh, f*ck!” Her hips were spasming so hard she didn’t think she could keep standing, especially not with her right leg over his shoulder. But he pushed harder on her, holding her up on the door, his hands clutching her ass. She felt his fingers at her anus then, and she arched hard, pulling away from the door.

“Oh, yeah! Oh, do it!” God, she wanted that. She needed it.

Isaac stilled and pulled away. Whimpering with the loss of the beautiful sensations he’d been making all through her, dizzy with drink and desire, she opened her eyes and looked down at him, kneeling at her feet.

He was looking up at her, panting, his beard glistening with her wet. She still had his hair in her fists; she let go now, and brushed her hand through his beard. He turned his head and kissed her palm. The simple gesture made her loins cramp. As they looked into each other’s eyes, Isaac brought a hand around to her front and pushed it between her legs, sliding his fingers slowly between her folds. He rubbed hard circles on her clit until she whimpered, then moved to probe inside her until she moaned. Then he drew his fingers back farther and pushed against the taut seal of her anus. Her hips flexed involuntarily, and she nodded. “Yeah. Please. Please.”

He pushed his finger in, and when she cried out, he stilled again. “Don’t stop. I want more.” He pulled that finger out and went back in with two this time. And this time, he flexed them inside her, back and forth —and he leaned forward again and sucked her clit.

Ecstasy exploded through her body, and her knee gave, which drove her body down farther onto his fingers. She came immediately, screaming his name and writhing on his face and hand until she was flailing. He stopped and stood, holding her up as her body twitched the end of its release.

“Jesus motherf*cking Christ, woman,” he growled. He swung her, still woozy from the crushing intensity of her climax, into his arms and carried her down a hall. She had no idea where he was taking her, and she didn’t care a whit.

He laid her on a bed, a huge king-size bed with lush cream-colored sheets and a fluffy black comforter.

Comfy. Feeling liquid and loose, she opened her eyes and watched him stripping his clothes off in a clumsy rush. It was cute to see her huge, macho biker man hopping around on one leg, trying to yank his boot off.

She squirmed, nesting deeper into his soft, lovely linens.

( Her biker man? Was he her biker man? Should she stop and think about that?) He was naked now—so f*cking gorgeously naked, with that amazing, beautiful cock standing right up for her—and her crawled over her with a fistful of condoms. When he was looming over her, grinning at her like a wolf, his long hair hanging around them, she rolled to her stomach. “I want more of that.”

He groaned, and she felt him shift; then his hand was moving from her neck down her spine to her ass.

He pushed his fingers between her cheeks and massaged her. “You want me up your ass?”

“God, yes.” She knew he was big, but she didn’t care. She wanted it. Nothing else would give her what she needed.

“Lilli—are you sure? I don’t have lube.”

She rolled to her back as he still hovered over her, framing her with his arms and legs. Taking the hand that had been on her back, she pushed it between her legs, grunting a little at the sweet pleasure of his touch. “Does it feel like you need lube? Use me.”

He looked hesitant, confused. Shaking off her tipsy haze a little, she asked, “Don’t you want to?”

He laughed. “Do I want to have your ass? Your spectacular ass? Uh, yeah, I do. But, baby, I can honestly say that never once in all my years of f*cking women has one ever asked for that before.”

She shrugged, unsure whether he was criticizing her or praising her or what. She didn’t really care, unless it got in the way of what she wanted. Because she was just about vibrating with need. “That a problem?”

He shifted down to his elbows, and she felt him feeding his fingers into her hair. His cock was pressed uncomfortably into her belly. She could think of a much, much better place for it. But he was staring into her eyes, and she settled, letting him have the moment he apparently needed. “You astound me,” he whispered, then kissed her.

The kiss was deep and passionate—meaningful, somehow—and when he sucked her tongue into his mouth, she moaned and arched, loving the coarseness of his body covering hers, but wanting so much more. “Please, please, please,” she whispered against his lips.

With a wild grin, almost a snarl, he came up on his knees and flipped her over. He dragged her hips up until she was on her knees. Then he pushed a hand between her legs, fingered her clit roughly, and then plunged three fingers into her core. She cried out and arched, loving his intensity. He pulled his fingers back, wetting her cleft, circling her anus.

Then he stopped. “You want me to cover up?”

Her head and chest on the bed, Lilli lifted up a little and looked at him under her arm, upside down. The room tipped back and forth a bit. “Not for this, no.”

He growled and shoved himself into her core. She tried to care that he wasn’t wearing a condom, to remind him not to come inside her that way, but he felt so f*cking good. And then he withdrew, and she felt him pressing steadily against her anus. She could feel his girth already. But she wanted it. This was not something she liked all the time, but now, yes. Oh, yes.

He entered her, moving slowly. God, he made her so full. Already she felt stretched and full to bursting.