“Y-yes,” she choked out. “Yes, please.”
“Let’s try a two-fingered fit.” He withdrew, then pushed back in.
Slowly, slowly, slowly, he filled her until his knuckles pressed against her body. Ava had to gasp for air. Her throat wanted to close. Sensations swamped her.
“Can you imagine,” he said, his lips brushing her ear, that devilish tone sliding directly into her brain, “my cock in here?”
Ava choked on a groan.
He moved deep inside her, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing until she wanted to crawl out of her skin. “I can’t wait to push inside you. All the way inside you. Then pull out and drive in again.”
He demonstrated with his hand.
“Ah God, yes,” she cried out. “Don’t stop. Fuck, don’t stop—”
He hammered his fingers deep into her body, tapping that spot that made her twist and groan and, this time, made her break. The orgasm hit her like a truck, racking her entire body. It stole her air and twisted her muscles. She felt like a rag doll he just kept slamming against a wall, but instead of pain, every hit exploded with pleasure.
She couldn’t focus. Her head swam. Her muscles gave.
Isaac tightened his arm around her waist, keeping Ava from ending up in the dirt again. She leaned into him as she fought to catch her breath and get her bearings. With his arm at her waist, Isaac swung one leg over the seat of his bike, facing backward, and pulled her into his lap.
He cupped her head and dragged her in, kissing her. The press of his lips snapped her back to the moment. Made her realize it was the first time they’d kissed—on the lips. He pushed his other hand into her hair, cradling her head as he stroked his tongue into her mouth. He was practiced and smooth, his kiss seductive even when he already knew he could have her any way he wanted.
Ava kissed him back, breathless and weak. He broke the kiss, gripped her waist, and reclined, resting against the fuel tank. When he released her to pull the condom from his pocket, Ava pressed her hands to his chest for balance. Before she caught her breath, he’d rolled on the condom. He gripped her hips and lifted her over his cock, then guided himself into her with one hand.
The head of his cock stole her breath. With the toy still inside her, his cock felt like an impossible fit. Pressure stretched and stung her sex. Her breath caught. She was about to back off when the head of his cock finally filled her and pleasure washed her pelvis. Ava panted and shivered. She dug her fingers into his sides.
“If I was any other guy from that bar,” he said, his voice quiet and breathless, but somehow still menacing, “I’d fuck you outright. I’d tear into you. No time to adjust, no possibility of fighting back.”
Ava felt drunk. Her head floated. Her body tingled. Isaac’s hands stroked up her sides, then gripped her face hard. The aggressive move startled her.
He pulled her down until she was an inch from his. “No matter what you said, how loud you screamed, they would do whatever they wanted to you. And none of it would bring pleasure.”
She grimaced and closed her eyes. “Okay.” She couldn’t catch her breath. “I get it.”
“Do you?”
“Yes.”
“I could get more graphic if you—”
“Stop.”
“Yeah, that word right there. That word wouldn’t work with anyone in the bar but me. Do you want me to stop?”
She huffed, frustrated beyond words. Opening her eyes, she looked down at him and softened her voice. “Don’t ruin this. Please.”
“I want you to promise me, right here, right now, you will never go back to Grind.”
“I promise.”
“Promise me you’ll never go anywhere with anyone you met there.”
“I promise.”
“Promise me you’ll never fuck another biker. Any other biker.”
“I promise.”