Blood & Bones - Rev (Blood Fury MC 8)

“Gonna find yourself on your back again in a damn second.” His grumpy growl was clearly fake.

She dropped down and brushed her lips over his, then paused as they shared a breath. She moved on, kissing down his neck, circling his Adam’s apple with her tongue and then sucking at the hollow of his throat.

She moaned against his heated skin. “Why do you taste so damn good?”

“Cheap motel soap.”

She peppered kisses down and across his tattooed chest, pressing kisses as light as a butterfly landing on a flower to the very tips of his nipples.

Using her tongue, she flicked one platinum barbell and then the other, causing everything on him to quiver, including his buried cock.

The man was so fucking sexy she almost couldn’t stand it.

She wrapped her lips around his right nipple and sucked it into her mouth, using the tip of her tongue to play with the piercing.

“What’d I tell you?” he groaned.

“I’m not twisting them,” she insisted, her words muffled around the flesh now gently caught between her teeth.

“Reilly…”

She gasped when he grabbed both of her nipples and did exactly what she wanted to do to his. He twisted them. Hard. That sent a bolt of lightning straight down to her clit and beyond. She began to rock, grinding it into his pubis, still toying with his hardware with her tongue.

“Jesus fuck,” he grunted.

“I want to come one more time, then—I’m warning you now—I’m twisting the fuck out of those bad boys.”

He grunted again as she rocked back and forth and then ground in circles. She put her hands over his and encouraged him to twist her nipples again. Her breath shot out of her as she rose and then slammed down on top of him, making his torso lift and his knees rise to the point where he almost folded into a V.

He rolled both of her nipples between his fingers and murmured, “That’s it, babe, come all over me. Goddamn wrap…”

As much as she hated having that between them, too, at this point, there was no way they were going without one.

“I’m close,” she whispered. “So… close…”

She fell forward again, dislodging his hands from her breasts and claimed his lips, sweeping her tongue through his mouth, while reaching down and nabbing his nipples again. She was so close to her third and final destination that she knew she’d come the moment he did.

With the metal bars between her fingers, she cranked them. His back bowed off the bed at the same time she slammed down on his cock.

Rev shouted a loud, “Fuck!” as his face twisted and his muscles turned to concrete. Knowing he was about to come shoved her right over and she cried out his name when a grunt exploded from him and they both did a freefall at the same time. Her pussy gripped him firmly and didn’t want to let go as his latex-covered cock pulsed inside her.

For a second she thought she was having an out-of-body experience and she was floating above their bodies. Because, phew…

Four damn orgasms. A record for her.

She could easily get used to that. But then, at only twenty-eight, Rev still had a lot of gas in his tank.

She collapsed like one of those red, inflatable dancing tube men after someone pulled the plug, and melted into him, his damp, heaving chest a pillow for her cheek. She smiled when his arms wrapped around her and he planted his hands possessively on her ass cheeks, kneading her flesh gently. His quick, ragged breath stirred the hair by her ear.

“Okay, that was much better than my Rabbit.”

Using his fingers, he pulled damp strands of hair away from her face. She tipped it up so she could see his more clearly.

“Much better than my fist. Kinda gettin’ an idea of what a Rabbit is. Would like to watch you use it on yourself.”

“No, you don’t. I promise, it’s not a pretty sight. But it gets the job done when there’s no one else to do it.”

He made a noise deep within his throat.

“Am I crushing you?” she asked. She hoped not since she liked being sprawled on top of him like that. Still connected. Rising and falling with each breath he took.

“No.”

“You’re still hard.”

“Yeah.”

“You won’t be for long.”

“Won’t take me long to recover. Never does. We could knock out a few more of those orgasms I owe you before the night’s over. Then you can work on givin’ me my dozen. I got some ideas…” He gave her a lazy grin.

“I might need some pizza first.”

“Pizza and pussy. Sounds fuckin’ perfect.” He paused. “Reilly…”

“Yeah?”

“Gonna make it clear right now… You ain’t sleepin’ anywhere but in my bed ’til this is over.”

Until what was over? “This trip?”

“Yeah. The time we got here. ’Til we gotta go.”

Ah, yes, until they were back to reality. Right now she was in no hurry to get back there, but reality rushed in when he began to slip from her.