Virgin (The Henchmen MC 16)

"This one?" I asked, touching one that slipped across his left pectoral muscle.

"Piece of pavement ripped me up during a fight."

"And... oh," I whimpered as his thumb and forefinger grabbed my nipple, turning it in a delicious circle.

A cocky, sexy smile pulled at his lips as his head ducked, sucking the other peak into his mouth, sucking hard enough to arch my back, trying to get more of the sensation as the need rekindled in my system. He worked one, then the other, before suddenly taking his feet, turning, tossing me down onto the bed, making me bounce with a small laugh before I noticed him kicking out of his shoes, then his pants.

There was nothing to laugh about at seeing Ty standing there before me, naked, straining, looking down at me with hunger in his eyes.

My breath caught for a moment as he lowered down, his face level with my belly, his lips pressing down into the skin, making goosebumps prickle up over me, working slowly upward, between my breasts, over the side of my neck.

His arms slid up to rest at my sides, balancing some of his weight, then pressing the rest of it against me.

This.

This was what my body, mind, soul had been craving. Not just the orgasms, the touch, the scrape of skin, the sweat, the weight of a man pressing down on me.

My legs folded around his lower back. My hands slid over his broad shoulders, down the slope of his back, pulling him more firmly against me, begging for more of him even as his lips found mine, his teeth nipping, his tongue seeking mine.

Mindless with need, my hips thrust upward against him, demanding more, wanting an end to the hollowness deep inside, something only he could fill.

"Hold on, baby girl, hold on. I need to get..." he started to tell me, trying to pull away as I dragged him closer, as I whimpered my protest.

"Nightstand," I told him, my lips pressing into his neck as he turned to find the small pile Thad had left there for just this reason.

If he was amused by their presence, by the idea that I had wanted and prepared for this moment, he didn't let on as he snagged a foil, nipping the edge with his teeth, then making short work of protecting us before his weight pressed into me once again.

His lips came into mine as his hand went between us, stroking his cock up my cleft, rubbing against my clit for a moment before moving downward again, pressing.

Pressing.

My lips ripped from his, my eyes seeking his as the pressure became something a little uncomfortable, just a slight searing, a pinching as he pushed inside me. Just an inch or two, pausing, giving my body a minute to adjust to a foreign invasion, waiting, it seemed, until my need overtook my body's hesitation, until my hips shifted around impatiently.

Another inch or two.

The resistance, the pinching giving way to something else, something deep, aching in a more delicious way, wanting more, wanting everything.

My nails raked down his back as my hips moved upward, taking him fully, demanding motion. Which he happily gave, slow and deliberate at first - just shy of careful, then building, harder, faster.

"That's it," Ty growled, sinking in more roughly, deeply as my walls tightened around him. "Come for me, baby," he demanded.

As if my body had been seeking permission all along, the orgasm slammed suddenly through me, dragging me down wave after wave, crying out his name, clinging with arms and legs as he worked me through it, dragged it out, before settling deep, coming with my name on his lips.

I wasn't sure how long we stayed exactly like that. Long enough for the aftershocks to subside, for our breathing to settle, our heartbeats to return to normal.

"Gotta let me up, babe," Ty told me, pushing against the mattress, pulling against my hold.

With a grumble, my legs and arms fell away.

A shiver coursed through me as the cool air met my heated skin while Ty got to his feet, turned, giving me the glorious view of his ass for a moment as he walked away, found my ridiculous guest kimono, wrapping it around his waist like a towel as he moved out into the hall.

I heard the door close in the bathroom, scrambling up in the bed, sliding under the sheets, feeling suddenly insecure now that the heated part of the evening was over.

I wasn't entirely sure how this would go once he came back. If he would grab for his clothes, quickly dress, get out of here as fast as he could.

The idea made a hollow space open up in my belly.

But as I heard footsteps in the hall again, I schooled my features into something neutral - or so I hoped - before the door opened and he walked back in.