Repeat Offender (Souls Chapel Revenants MC 1)

So no, there would be absolutely zero relaxing.

There would be shaking, excitement, and anticipation, though.

His rough hands, a total contradiction with this suave outward appearance, smoothed up my thighs again, trying to soothe me.

I was still tense as a bowstring, though, waiting and ready to go off at a moment’s notice.

Seriously, he’d taken two long licks of my pussy, and I was already teetering on the edge. That was, apparently, all it took for me.

Then again, it being Lynn was also a requirement.

His hands moved up to my ass cheeks, and his thumbs reached inside to spread my ass cheeks wide, exposing my most delicate parts to cool air.

“Wish I had a better light,” he growled just before I felt his mouth descend again. His hot breath was the first thing that I felt. Followed closely by his tongue.

He speared my flesh, his tongue going directly into my vagina. His chin touched my clit, and I moaned, unable to stop myself from trying to squirm.

But again, I was reminded that I was very securely situated over the middle console.

I felt his hair on my ass as he moved his face, his tongue going in and out, and his hair brushing the curve, and I reached with my fingers to touch the silky locks.

He laughed against my skin but didn’t stop what he was doing. Instead he ramped it up, causing his chin to press against my clit every fourth stroke or so.

I latched onto a lock of hair as that bowstring got tighter, and tighter, and tighter.

He pulled back, his hair slipping from my grasp, and I almost cried out in frustration, but he replaced his tongue with his fingers, sinking them inside of me so deep that I came. Right then and there.

The feeling of fullness was all that I’d needed, and he’d known.

My cry of release was so loud that I heard someone grumbling from however far away, but due to my position I couldn’t see over the car windows to know if I’d caught anybody’s attention.

But, honestly, it didn’t matter if I did or not.

Because just as I started to come down off my high, Lynn was moving again.

“I gotta say…” He blew out a shaky breath. “I’ve never been so happy to get stuck with my SUV in all my life.”

At first, I wasn’t sure what he meant.

My brain was misfiring and there were things that I was feeling that I’d never felt before.

But then, everything became laser focused when I felt his cock at my entrance.

My belly tensed, and I tried to look at him over my shoulder, but all I could see was the seatbelt in my immediate field of view, taking away my ability to see him.

But boy, could I feel.

And feel I did.

The way his hands were rough on the soft flesh of my inner thigh. The way his thumbs and one long finger were wet with me where he grasped me in his hands. The way his breathing almost seemed harsh as I felt the long, turgid length of his cock as it brushed against my overheated skin.

The rasp of his pants against my thighs.

The dig of the seatbelt into my flesh as I tried to move.

Then the pinch of the handcuffs as I reached for something to hold on to and didn’t find it.

“You ever fucked a man before, honey?” he asked. “Not some boy that didn’t know what he was doing?”

I couldn’t speak.

Could barely breathe.

I wanted to shout that I’d never fucked anyone before, man or boy alike.

And, I was quickly realizing, using my vibrator did not count as a sexual experience. There just wasn’t a comparison to be had between that piece of plastic and a real, flesh and blood person.

Like, zero, nada, zip, zilch.

I couldn’t tease myself the way he was teasing me right now.

I couldn’t run that fake cock up the length of my sex and gather my wetness the way he was doing.

And the feel of his hot dick notching at my entrance? Yeah, there was absolutely zero comparison.

None.

I gasped and widened my legs just a little bit more, allowing the middle console to absorb even more of my weight.

Each of my feet were now touching the door on either side of me, and that gave me enough purchase to tilt my hips up slightly, to urge him on.

He growled and leaned over the middle console and my prone body, moving his lips along my jaw.

“Wanted this for as long as I can remember,” he said. “You, trussed up and ripe for my taking.”

As he spoke, his cock started to slowly inch forward, small increments at a time.

I’d never seen Lynn’s cock.

I’d felt it through his pants. I could feel it right now.

And the wide, burning stretch told me two things.

One, he was bigger than my dildo that I used at home. Two, this was going to hurt. And then it was going to feel very, very good.