The second he’d bared himself to her, Stephanie glided that drenched pussy up and down the length of his dick, making him hiss out a curse. “Fuck, that’s so hot it almost burns. Babe,” he said, stilling her movements and chuckling when she whined, “condom.”
Her eyes widened, and her mouth formed the cutest surprised O. “I don’t have one.”
“Fuck, me either.” Of all the times not to be packing any rubber.
“I’m clean,” she said. “And I have an IUD, so if you’re clean…”
Jesus Christ, was she about to suggest…
She shrugged.
Mav swallowed hard. There was a strong chance he was about to feel all that wet heat directly engulfing his cock. He could die five seconds after getting into her and wouldn’t give a shit. The knowledge of taking her ungloved would carry him to whatever afterlife awaited with a big fuckin’ smile on his face. “I am. Got tested at the hospital and haven’t been with anyone but you since.”
Her radiant smile said it all. With a soft hand, she gripped the base of his dick and sank down on top of him, one blistering hot inch at a time. Mav hadn’t fucked without a rubber since he was a stupid kid, and the memories had long faded. He knew one thing, though. He’d be damned if he’d wear one inside Stephanie ever again. It was so much more intense. The heat, the wetness, every tug of her tight pussy on his piercing. His eyes nearly crossed from the pleasure of it.
When she’d taken all of him, she stilled, and they both sighed. He leaned forward and closed the inch gap between them, pulling her into a kiss that was deep and drugging. “It’s fucking different, Stephanie,” he said when he drew back. “It’s different with you. Never felt anything this good in my life.” He flexed his hips, and she yelped. “And it’s not just this tight pussy. It’s you. You’re wrapping yourself so tight around my insides, baby. Tell me you feel it, too.”
She had to. This couldn’t be one-sided. For the first time in his life, he was vulnerable. While she held his dick deep inside her body, she also held his heart in her hands with the power to crush it to dust. Something he’d never thought he’d feel. And while he wasn’t ready to profess his love—he wasn’t sure he was capable of that kind of thing—he sure knew it would hurt like fuck if she wanted nothing more than a hard ride.
Her eyes were saucer-wide, and she nodded. “I feel it too, Maverick.”
The fact they were in public should have made the conversation awkward, but it had the opposite effect. It was more intimate, as if they were in their own little bubble, stealing time from the real world that continued around them.
“You need to hash it out? Talk about where we are?” He wasn’t sure what the hell that even meant, but he’d try to have that conversation if it’d keep her in his life and his bed for the foreseeable future.
An almost sad look overtook her sweet face, and she shook her head. “No, I don’t want to talk about it. It’s enough that we’re both feeling it.”
That should have been an enormous relief. He didn’t want to slap a label on this shit, and neither did she. But he was reminded of what she’d said earlier about having people and parts of her life he knew nothing about, and a feeling of uneasiness came over him.
Stephanie didn’t let it last long, though.
“Think we can get to the fucking now?” she asked, rolling her hips and giggling.
A laugh burst from him. “I think we can manage that.”
He gripped her hips and pushed up into her hard, holding her tight and grinding his pelvis against her clit.
Her mouth dropped open, and her eyes rolled up. “Holy shit,” she whispered as her hands flew to his shoulders.
Even though she was on top, she let him take complete control of her much smaller body. He lifted her hips with his hands, then slammed her back down on his cock. “This what you had in mind?” he asked.
“Y-yes, that’ll do.”
He did it again and again, setting the pace and plunging up hard into her as he worked her hips along his length. She hung on for dear life, curling her fingertips into his deltoids and whimpering with every fierce thrust. The prick of her nails only ramped up his need.
He loved watching her tits bounce up and down under his club’s shirt. That shit was turning into some kind of fetish.
She was so fiery and taut around him, and combined with the thrill of being in public, he wasn’t going to last nearly as long as usual. He sucked on her neck, keeping the brutal pace as her cries grew louder and longer. Thank God for the insane volume of music, because he might like to fuck in public, but he didn’t exactly want every eye in the room on them. And if they all heard Stephanie’s screams of ecstasy, there’d be a horde of bikers jacking themselves off and watching the show.