She plucked it from his chest, tore it open, took the latex disc within her fingers and reached behind her to roll it down his dick, causing his hips to jump since she took her time doing it.
When she was done, she looked at him again with cheeks once again flushed and her eyes hooded. “Ready?”
Instead of answering her, he twisted his body, knocking her off him and before he could settle between her thighs, she had them wrapped around his waist and within seconds he was sliding into her snug, wet heat.
Fallon tilted her hips and accepted every inch of him inside her. Once he was fully seated, he paused balls deep. It had been a while since she had sex so, even as wet as she was, her body took a minute to adjust to him.
But, damn, it felt good.
He felt good.
It had been long enough for her to forget how much she needed the connection achieved by intimacy. How important another person’s welcomed touch was.
With his forehead pressed to hers, they simply breathed as their bodies synced with each other. His mouth hovered just above hers. His beautiful blue eyes held hers.
Warmth slithered through her from her scalp all the way to her toes.
“Whip,” she whispered.
“Yeah?” he breathed.
“I want you to move but I also really like where you’re at.”
“Yeah,” he murmured, his warm breath kissing her lips. “But if you want the truth, tryin’ not to bust a nut in thirty seconds flat.”
She shouldn’t laugh at that but again, his honesty was refreshing, and she couldn’t help it. The only problem was, when she did so, it shook her enough for him to shift slightly inside her.
She hissed out a soft breath and clenched around him, pulling a grunt from him in response.
“Also, don’t wanna disappoint you,” he admitted.
“How would you do that?” When he didn’t answer, she continued, “I’ve been disappointed plenty of times in the past. Believe me, it can’t be any worse than some of those awful experiences.” A couple of them had been so bad, she wished she could forget them.
Keeping her knees bent, she dropped her feet to the mattress and hugged his hips with her thighs.
“Don’t wanna be on that list.”
“Then don’t.” She grabbed his bare ass and dug her fingers into the muscular cheeks, giving them a squeeze. “No pressure. I promise not to rate your performance too harshly,” she teased. “But if you don’t start moving, there won’t even be one to rate.”
He dropped his head and pressed his cheek to hers, digging his knees more firmly into the bed. “Just gonna go for it and hope for the best.”
She grinned at his subtle sense of humor. She liked it as much as his honesty. “That sounds like a good plan of attack.”
She liked him. Really liked him. He wasn’t overly loud, aggressive or obnoxious. Everything she detested in a man.
She didn’t know much about real bikers—not just people who rode motorcycles but people who actually lived the lifestyle. However, if she had to guess, she figured he wasn’t a typical one.
Even in the brief time she spent with Ozzy, Dodge and the guys at the garage, she could see Whip wasn’t quite the same. She assumed that most bikers were loud, outspoken and “in your face.” Especially if you disagreed with them.
While at Crazy Pete’s earlier, Whip had a moment but it wasn’t overblown. He got defensive because he was simply protecting what belonged to him. His family.
She couldn’t fault him for that.
Even if she could, there’d be no point. Tonight was all about the sex and a little bit of companionship. Nothing more. Manning Grove was nothing but a stop on her latest journey and Whip simply happened to be a part of this experience.
An unforeseen but pleasantly surprising detour.
Never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined hooking up with a biker in a motorcycle club for a one-night-stand.
But here she was.
His body hiccuped against her and then began to do an age-old dance. With a smooth and steady pace, he drove in and out of her using long, full strokes. In, until he couldn’t go any further. Out, until they almost parted.
He dug his elbows into the mattress on either side of her head and stared down at her, trying to catch her gaze. Her eyes fluttered shut to avoid it, but his firm, “No,” had them flashing open again.
No?
He shook his head slightly. “No. Eyes on me.”
She’d never stared into anyone’s eyes while having sex before because it had always felt awkward when anyone tried it. To her it seemed way too intimate for casual sex.
For two people deeply in love, making that visual connection while having sex made sense, but not for two people who were practically strangers and had only met earlier in the day.