Not a Role Model (Battle Crows MC 4)

They were the plain boring blue ones that were nothing fancy. The ones that the hospitals had that were generically for anyone and everyone that could and would fit into them.

But when Tide was wearing them, they didn’t look shapeless and boring.

They looked hot as hell, and oh, god. His pants fell down to the ground, and he kicked them free of his bare feet.

I licked my lips when I saw the bulge in his boxer briefs.

“I always thought you’d be a tighty-whities kind of guy,” I found myself admitting.

He tilted his head as he pushed the gray Calvin Klein underwear down over his hips.

For a small instant in time, his cock refused the move, clinging to the waistband of his underwear, and then there he was. Revealed to me in all its glory.

I’d seen it last night in haste, then again this morning through blurry, tired eyes.

But when I was fully awake? It was magnificent.

Like the rest of him, it was big, thick, and defined—if a cock could even be defined.

Whatever it was, there were veins that were pulsing, his cockhead was purple and defined with a bell-shaped head, and the length and girth of him could rival any porn I’d watched over the last few years.

“Do you think that when you work out, your dick gets stronger?” I asked, unable to stop my rambling thoughts.

He thought about that for a moment and then said, “I think the upper pubic area could get strong. Not too sure about the rest of it.”

I patted my own upper pubic area.

“You know, you’re right. I do notice when I eat healthy, this thing seems to be more manageable,” I admitted.

I loved how he didn’t question me about my weird question. I loved how he answered it and didn’t once tell me I was weird like anybody else would.

His eyes glowed as he sank one knee into the bed and started to lean forward on his hands.

His eyes were hot and heavy as he all but crawled up the length of my body.

Eventually, I fell backward, my breasts doing that weird jiggle and sway thing as they were wont to do when they had free range.

His eyes went there, a smile quirking his lips up slightly.

“You know,” he grumbled as he smoothed one hand up the length of my thigh to come to a rest right underneath my breast. “I’ve always thought these things were tiny since that’s all I could see from the outside. But still tiny, they drew my attention so much. But now I realize, you just had them strapped down to within an inch of their lives.”

His hand covered the entire width of one and squeezed.

“You know what else?” he rasped.

“What?” I was panting now, wiggling and arching my body to get to that piece of him that I could feel just out of reach.

“I’m glad that you fought your inner voice and decided to come over,” he rumbled.

Then he kissed the holy hell out of me.

Our hands started moving, and our bodies finally pressed together, and I felt the entire length of him press against my belly.

When he broke away seconds later, it was to find the stupid box of condoms that I’d left sitting on the edge of the nightstand.

“Birth control,” he repeated again, almost grumbling as he yanked the box toward him, ripped it open with one hand, and snatched an entire length of condoms from the massacred box.

“Birth control makes you fat.” I tried to tell him as I watched, enraptured, as he tore off a condom with his teeth, then tossed the others off the bed in his haste.

His eyes came to me as I’d said those words. “Some do, yes. But if you got on a low dose hormone…”

Nothing else was said after that.

Instead, he pulled back at the same time he ripped into the condom with his teeth.

The rubber material hit me in the chest, and he reached for it with a grin.

I watched then as he slicked it on with one hand, obviously more than used to doing it one-handed.

I pushed down the anger at the thought of him with another woman, and instead focused on running my hands up the length of his arm that was planted in the bed, holding his weight off of me.

I ran my fingers along the veins that bulged, then around the thick rope of muscle that made up his forearm.

“You’re killing me,” he said, and I realized that my touch had caused him to fumble in his machinations.

“Sorry.” I batted my eyelashes at him innocently.

He grinned wickedly, then finished slicking the condom onto his cock.

When he was finished, he reached for my waist.

Then I found myself on my belly, with my ass hiked up high in the air.

“Holy shit,” I breathed, surprised by the sudden movement.