Bad Boy Love (Whiskey Run Sugar 4)

I push him onto his back, undo his jeans, and slide my hands down the front of them. He’s hard as a fucking rock, but when I wrap my hand around his girth and stroke him once, I stop.

“What the...?”

I lower myself down and pull his pants down to his thighs and stare at his hard, leaking cock as if I’ve never seen one before. “Is that... a piercing?”

I start to back away, but he grabs on to me. “Oh no, you’re not going anywhere. It doesn’t hurt.”

I rub my finger across each side of the metal rod. He has a frenum piercing on the underside of his shaft. I’ve heard of them before, but I’ve sure as hell never seen one before.

He looks as if he’s about to explain it to me, but before he can get a word out, I lean forward and run my tongue across it. I lean back, look at it, and then lick him again. Over and over, I lick him, stroking him with my tongue.

When he can’t stand it any longer, he pulls me by the arms up his body until I’m straddling his waist. He’s trying to hold back—the strain is evident on his face—but that’s not what I want. His voice is deep and husky, almost breathless. “I need to be inside you.”

I nod and lean up, wrapping my hand around his shaft to position him where I need him to be. I have him right at my entrance, but I stop. “Like I said, I’m clean. I’m also on the pill, but if you want to use something...”

He shakes his head. “No, raw. I need you raw.”

He lifts his hips, urging me to settle over him. I do one shimmy of my hips, and then I slide down his length, impaling myself on him.

“Fuck, that’s good.”

I arch my back as I ride him. I try different positions until I can feel his piercing sliding against my insides. I groan, and it comes from deep within my chest. Everything is perfect, and he feels so good.

His hands tighten on my waist, and he helps me, lifting up and down on his shaft. I lean forward, pressing my hands to his chest. “It’s so good,” I tell him.

He leans up and rolls me to my back, then pushes deeper inside of me. He does it swiftly, never missing a beat. My legs are up in the air, and he pummels in and out of me. Already, I’m close again. The climax is building inside me, and when he lifts me up, tilting my pelvis, he hits right on my G-spot. My toes curl, and I come then and there.

He groans as my pussy suctions on to his cock, milking him. He fills me up, shooting his seed deep inside me.

Both of us are breathing heavily, and he falls down onto me, trying to take the brunt of his weight on his arms.

He nuzzles my neck. “Fuck, yeah. I’m never letting you leave.”

I kiss him, my arms around his back, holding him to me. I’m hoping he doesn’t plan on kicking me out right away, so I hold on to him, cherishing this moment, just in case.

He slowly lifts up and looks me in the eyes. As if reading my mind, he kisses me and pulls slowly out of me. “You’re not leaving. I’m going to get us both cleaned up, and then I’m going to grab us something to eat. Then we’ll lie in bed, rest a little, and then I’m going to have you again.”

I raise up at that. “Again?”

He stands up, and his cock is still half hard. “Yes, again. And if you’re not sore, probably again after that. The truth is, I don’t see me getting enough of you tonight.”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask him about tomorrow, but I stop myself just in time. There’s no sense of ruining tonight. I’m going to enjoy it all while I can.

Chapter 10

Tara

Absolutely nothing could have prepared me for the walk of shame at a motorcycle club.

I woke up early this morning with Jason's arms and legs wrapped around me. It took some doing, but I was able to free myself, and when I slid from the bed, I stood over him, being as quiet as possible, and just watched him. Last night was perfect. It was everything. I would give anything to stay in the bed next to him, but I know that I need to go.

We didn't talk about a lot last night, and I'm not ready for the morning-after conversation, so I automatically thought I would be able to get out of here without being seen, but apparently that's not the case. When I quietly close his bedroom door, I tiptoe down the hallway and to the front room.