Talkin' Trash (Bear Bottom Guardians MC 2)

Over and over I repeated the process until every single piece was cleaned up, even the stray flakes of powdered sugar that somehow managed to work its way into the gap between her thighs.

Though, that might’ve just been my willingness to be thorough. There was really no telling.

Her body was shivering with desire, and she was moving on the couch restlessly, back and forth, clenching and unclenching her thighs.

As for my poor dick? Well, it would only take a single lick, and I’d detonate.

“Turn over,” I ordered.

She did so quickly, not denying the fact that this was likely where she would rather have been since the beginning.

Especially now that she could see my face—and my cock.

Her hand reached for me on its own accord, and I stopped it before it could get little more than a cursory touch.

“Uh-uh.” I shook my head. “I want to hold onto what little remains of my control right now.”

Her eyes were so heated—almost drunk looking—that I could tell that she was on the verge of her own orgasm, too.

Her breath left her in a rush. “You’re killing me.”

I reached for another donut and crushed this one in my palm, too.

Sprinkling the remains of the dessert onto her body, I smiled. “You did say anything.”

“Fuck me.”

“I will,” I teased, even though that definitely wasn’t what she meant. “Later.”

She growled and said something under her breath that quickly turned to a groan as my tongue trailed along her nipple. It curved around the edges, not quite going over the peak, causing her to squirm.

“I thought torture was illegal?”

I laughed and went for another piece, this one on the curve of her breast.

I licked and sucked my way down until I was at the apex of her thighs.

“I’ll never look at one of these donuts the same way again,” I told her.

Then I got lost in the sweet taste of her mingled with the powdered sugar, not stopping until every single piece was gone, and Conleigh was a quivering mess.

“Spread your legs,” I ordered.

She did so without complaint until she realized just how wide I wanted her to go.

“Linc…” she hesitated.

I threw her thigh over my shoulder and then pushed off the coffee table, moving it away with my ass as I dropped down to my knees beside her.

“Yeah?” I asked, knowing she was nervous.

“What comes next?”

I growled. “You do.”

Then I set about showing her.

“God, you’re killing me, Linc,” she cried out long minutes later.

I had the taste of her on my tongue and there wasn’t anything on this earth that I’d rather be doing right then.

“Get up on your knees,” I ordered.

She did what I asked, albeit slowly.

Her body was a languid mess, and she looked like she could just as easily fall asleep as she could continue to take what I had to give her.

But we weren’t nearly done.

Not even close.

“Have you ever thought about doing other stuff besides this?” I asked, dragging my fingers through her wetness.

“Like what?” I asked. “Like sex? Or like public sex? Domination and submission? Bondage? What?”

“Like sex that involved my cock and your ass for now.” I paused. “But that other stuff? Public sex? That sounds interesting as long as we’re not actually seen doing it, because that could be very bad for me and for you. As for BDSM? Well, I’m not quite that kinky…I’m sure there are certain aspects that I wouldn’t mind trying. But good old-fashioned vanilla sex really does it for me when it comes to you.”

“What?” she squeaked. “We can’t have butt sex. I’ve never done butt stuff before!”

I laughed and lowered my shorts until they were down below my balls, then moved until I was behind her on the couch, pressing my length against her for a few long seconds.

“Why not?” I asked, teasing her with the head, dragging it through the wetness and swirling it along her entrance.

The heat coming off of her pussy was going to kill me. I just knew it.

And the way she was so wet for me was making it hard for me to control myself. I wanted nothing more than to sink my cock into that sweet pussy and pound into her until we both found release.

But that wasn’t what tonight was about. Tonight was about pushing our boundaries and making her feel things she never thought she’d feel.

I squeezed the globes of her ass and urged her up to her knees, which she gave me instantly, despite her hesitancy to do “butt stuff.”

“Linc,” she whispered. “Are you sure? I don’t know about this. What if it hurts?”

“If it hurts, we’ll stop.” I paused. “But from what I understand, there is going to be a small amount of pain, but only as long as it takes for you to stretch around my cock and get used to having something in there.”