Commando (Rogue Rebels MC 1)

“Oh yes,” I whispered against him lips, hungry for him.

He groaned and I clenched my fingers in the collar of tee shirt to keep him where I needed him. His hand pushed my shirt up my back before going back down to dip into my pants, cupping my behind through the lace-trimmed cotton underwear. I kissed along his jawline. He groaned when I nipped his chin.

“I need to see you.”

Wyatt ripped my shirt from me. The torn material was thrown carelessly to the side as Wyatt look at what he had uncovered with heated adoration.

He stared for so long that longtime insecurities reared their heads for a tiny second before he demolished them with two words. “Fucking gorgeous.”

His hands kneaded my breasts and he latched onto my nipple through the fabric of my bra. I tossed my head back and held his head to me. He started off slow, his head moving in time with the stroke of his tongue. I felt each tug low in my core. I was unable to keep my hips still.

He moved to the other peak but pulled the cup down before engulfing as much of me as he could.

Oh yes! Fire rushed from where his mouth suckled and spread quickly. Colors burst behind my eyelids. The ends of my hair touched my back and I shivered, leaning into the warmth of Wyatt’s hands.

My head rolled back to the front. I opened my eyes. He was looking up at me, those long lashes fanned over his eyes. He pulled stronger on my nipple and I moaned. He let it go with a wet, smacking sound only to flick his tongue in a slow circle.

Pulling his face up to mine, I pushed my tongue into his mouth. His hips jumped beneath mine and he groaned, matching my aggression.

My hands traveled down his chest, still disappointingly shirt-clad. I needed to remedy that situation.

I tore at his clothing and his shirt fell to the floor in no time.

I didn’t get very far in my unclothing venture because he lifted me and carried me to the bedroom.

“I need to have you in a bed this time,” he said.

When we got into the room I switched our positions and got on top of him.

I copied his growl when the zipper of his full-length jeans didn’t cooperate. Larger hands joined mine.

I pushed them along with his underwear down his hips when the task was done, nipping at his lower lip before licking it in the process.

I gripped him. His hips arched off the mattress.

“Damn, Hailey, you’re killing me.”

I knew what movements made him tremble, which ones made his breath shudder out on a rough praise and I used every one as I stroked him. His head moved back and forth on the wall yet his eyes were zeroed in on me. His hands on my hips clenched and released.

“Oh shit, baby. I need to touch you, too.”

His move was too fast for me to intercept, not that I wanted to. My back was against the bed and his large body blanketed mine. I didn’t lose my grip on his cock and continued to fondle him. His hips pushed into mine as he leaned down to engulf my bare nipple while his hands work on unfastening my pants.

There was a tearing sound as his fingers entered my undies and slid through my wetness. The tightness of the pants restricted his movements. He knelt and pulled my shorts and panties down.

He didn’t return to his previous position but instead placed his head between my sprawled thighs. He spread me with his fingers and didn’t do anything but look.

He closed his eyes and inhaled deep. I felt my cheeks blush but it wasn’t embarrassment I felt. There was just heat as I tittered on the edge of something elusive.

Wyatt opened his eyes. “I’ve been dying to do this.”

His finger brushed against my clit. It was a light touch but my breath whooshed out in a trembling exhalation. Moisture was coating my inner thighs. “You’re so wet.” He repeated his action before his finger sank deep. “And so fucking tight.”

He stroked my thigh and withdrew. Caressing my slick skin, he gave my clit that same fleeting touch and entered me again. His tongue and mouth were drawing patterns on the insides of my thighs, moving closer and closer to my center as his finger started a slow rhythm.

“I can feel you.” His teeth scraped no more than an inch away from my puffy lips. My thighs quavered. “Every time I touch you, your pussy clenches and you get wetter and wetter.” He twisted his finger and he touched a sweet place no other man had. I was rising to meet his fingers. “Do you like that?”

The words were a hot caress against my skin. I nodded, incapable of speech.