Tirone (The Night Skulls MC #2)(34)

“Ty—”

My teeth glided the strap off her shoulder, and then I bit gently on the lace over her nipple. My tongue flicked her teasingly as I pulled the fabric down, exposing her left tit. A moan got stuck in her throat, and I didn’t give her a chance to even think about resisting. Instantly, my mouth was suckling, licking, flicking and fisting on her hard nipple while I rocked my hips in deliberate moves against hers.

My tongue glided up her chest, the crook of her neck, the line of her jaw and swirled around her earlobe. “I’m so hungry.” I left a wet trail over her skin as my tongue slid to the other ear. She moaned a gasp as I stripped her out of the bra with only my teeth. Then I kissed her right tit and my mouth hovered over her nipple. “Feed me, Mommy.”

Her naked tits rose and fell in my face, her engorged nipples desperate for my mouth. I licked my lips and devoured her, watching her eyes roll back with arousal. My hands itched for her, but I kept them clasped behind my back, the denial pouring gas on my fire.

I suckled her delicious tits until a wet spot on her old panties went big enough under the red lace. “Fuck. Now, I’m famished and thirsty.” I released her nipple with a pop and bent, kissing her midriff and down to the edges of the panties.

Catching the lace by my teeth, I pulled it down and watched her watch me. Nothing matched the beauty of the face she made when she was aroused, how her brows hooked, how she bit her lips and how they gaped after, other than her face when she came hard for me, crying out my name.

Her body shuddered at the graze of my teeth against her skin as I stripped her out of both pairs. “Jesus, Jo,” I groaned against her wet, bare pussy.

“Ty…please…”

“Please what, baby?”

She moaned, squeezing her eyes shut. “Please… I can’t. You…you have to go.”

“But you’re in pain.” I licked her once, and she trembled hard. I tasted her again. Fuck me. I was teasing her, but I was torturing myself. I wanted to bury my face between her creamy thighs until all I could breathe was the smell of her wet pussy. I needed it. “I can make you feel so good, baby.” I stuck the tip of my tongue between her lips and flicked her clit. “You know I can.”

Her head fell back and forth while she squirmed. The wetness trickling down her inner thigh and the hardening of her nipples spoke of her need for me.

“It’s okay, baby. We’re doing nothing wrong. You need me, and I need you, too.” Keeping the eye contact, I held her hand. She didn’t refuse me. She didn’t fight. “Good girl. You’ve always been my good girl.”

“Oh, Ty. You’re so bad.”

I put her hand on the back of my head. Instantly, her fingers tangled in my hair. “Yes, Mommy. But you can make me a good boy for you.”

That was all the encouragement she needed. She tugged a little at my hair as she pulled me into her, guiding my mouth to where she pulsed with need for me. I dove in, devouring her, moving my tongue how she loved it, licking around the clit with small, paced flicks and then full laps inside her sweet pussy.

Her fingers pulled my hair harder but then pulled me deeper into her heaven. I adjusted my face to include my nose, too, letting the metal bead in the ring massage her clit for double the pleasure.

“Fuck, Ty, oh my God…” Her free arm stretched and she palmed the wall behind her. “That thing…”

I upped the pace, eating her, entering her with my tongue and now fingers, owning her. She clenched, drenching me, and I knew she was close. I moved faster, giving her two fingers and my tongue while circling her clit with the ring and my thumb.

She clenched hard, and her mouth parted with loud moans as her cum dripped on mine, as if she couldn’t stay quiet anymore or forgot we were in public and anybody could hear. It made my cock strain against the denim.

“Hushh.” I chuckled against her swollen nub. “They’ll hear us.”

Panting, she stilled for a second, her eyes wide. Heels approached us. I chuckled again as the footsteps stopped at our curtain.

“Oh my God, Ty. Do something,” she mouthed.

“Ma’am, please put your clothes on and come out,” a woman said from outside.

“Oh my God,” Jo mouthed again, moving in jerks, finding her clothes.

I rose to my feet, calm, licking her cum off my mouth and fingers, my eyes rolling in bliss. Jo’s eyes bulged as she threw her hands in the air incredulously, blushing deep red.

“Ma’am? Please come out or I’ll have to come in with security,” the woman said.

I rolled my eyes and gestured for Jo to calm down. Then I stuck my head out of the curtain, a shit-eating grin on my face. “Is there a problem, Miss?”

The pixie woman in a black skirt and beige shirt glared at me. “You can’t be in there, sir. Having sex in a public place such as store dressing rooms is a crime in Texas.”

“Thanks for the information. But why are you interrupting my mama while she’s trying on her pretty clothes to share it with us?”

The woman froze for a second, and then she blinked. “Your…mama, sir?”

“Yes. I’m sure you’ve heard me call her Mommy.” I stepped out and shut the curtain behind me so she could see my cut in full. “What, you don’t believe me?”

Her eyes landed on the colors on my cut, and she gulped. “Apologies, sir. Please forgive the misunderstanding.”