Bad Ride (Men of Valor MC)

Between the screams, his name chokes from my throat, battling with the air, trying to move through me to my burning lungs. His tongue winds and vibrates like the toy I use at night or in the shower when I’m thinking of him, but I didn’t know a human tongue could do those things.

But his? Oh my God, his does that and more, feeling like it’s growing, getting bigger. The thought of a tongue sort of hard-on makes me half giggle and I look down to see his intense stare flicker with doubt, but I fix it right away because I think if he stops now, my heart will stop right along with him.

“I’m not laughing at you. I just, it’s just…ah, God, please…” I try to twist from his grip as his teeth dance on the raw nerves making me want to beg for more and pull away at the intensity.

“What please?” He runs his tongue around his wet lips and the scent of my arousal spins with the pungent smells of the garage.

“Don’t stop. It’s your tongue. Like, it feels like it’s getting bigger, thicker…like a cock…like a tongue hard-on growing.”

There’s a fire that flashes in his eyes as he takes a finger and slips it inside of me, his lips circling my clit, and I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.

How I didn’t give in to the deep-set quiver he set off inside me before now, I can’t remember or begin to imagine. I know there were reasons, but whatever they were they evaporate into the ether because right now, he is everything, and I want it all.

I swallow hard as his tongue works my clit, relentless, until my muscles twitch and my insides freeze. He doesn’t stop and God, I don’t want him to, he’s holding me over the edge, dangling me there with his mouth and the only way to freedom comes from his mouth.

There’s a place inside of me I’ve never allowed anyone to see. The wildness, the wanting, the girl that does things that would make the church ladies huddle and whisper. And Chewy is setting that part of me free as his tongue turns to a rapid fire of flicks and twists, until tears seep out of my eyes and convulsions of a magnitude I couldn’t imagine take my body, binding my throat and sending my mind into the stratosphere.

I’m whimpering, calling out, and in the midst of it all, I hear my own voice.

“Please, fuck me. I need that right now. I need you right fucking now.”

This man I pushed away for so long now feels like my savior and I want all of him and I want to give him all of me. It’s something I’ve saved; why, I’m not sure. I had plenty of chances to give in to teenage and college lust, but I always stopped before things went very far.

It never felt right until now. The lust I see in his eyes belongs to me and I want to be the one to slake it.

My plea for copulation makes Chewy’s nostrils flare and even in the dim light, I see the change in his face. He goes from raw, carnal desire to a palpable vibration of victory.

“You’re tight. Very tight. You’ve never fucked anyone before have you, Cupid?”

I shake my head. “I’m not sure why—” I start but he cuts me off.

“Because you’ve waited for me. Saved it for me.” The muscle in his chest hardens and starts to twitch and as awestruck as I was at his half-naked body moments ago, now the clench inside me turns painful as his eyes tell me there’s no turning back. I’m his to use, his to relieve himself, to claim.

A yip of fear rises in my throat as he flips me up and into his arms, making me feel small and delicate even as my generous belly drapes over the waistband of my skirt but I don’t even care.

He wants me, I feel it in my marrow and it ignites a reserve of confidence and sexuality I didn’t know I had.

“I’m going to fuck you. My tongue was first, my finger second, but it’s my cock that’s going to take you all the way.”

We reach the top of the stairs and he kicks open a door as I flip my head around and scan the space.

There’s a low light on over the white stove in the small kitchen and a lit lamp next to a clean, modern sofa with red pillows. It’s wide open and there’s a scent of coffee and cleanliness which is echoed by the professional-looking stainless steel espresso maker on the kitchen counter and the way every surface is simple and shining.

This man that makes people cross to the other side of the street is a neat freak. The giant loft-type space with exposed old brick is elegantly and minimally furnished with glass and wood tables. But across the room is where we are headed and it’s a moment later Chewy tosses me onto the soft navy-blue comforter making me bounce on the mattress.