Riding Him (Ghost Riders MC 5)

I’ve kissed her pussy more than anything I’ve ever laid my lips on in my life. And I can’t think of a better way to have spent the night. Her thighs are sore from cradling me for hours. But when I finally move back up her body, I kiss her mouth so thoroughly I think she’d let me get back between them if we didn’t have other business to attend to.

“We’ve got work to do,” Violet says after I move my lips below her ear.

“I know. Just getting my fill until I can have you alone again tonight.”

She melts into me but lets out a huff like she’s pissed. “What makes you think I want more of what happened last night?”

I laugh against her neck and pull back to look down at her. “I think you cumming on my face all night was your pussy’s welcome mat. Simmer down, baby, and let her do the talking.”

She wiggles out from under me and crawls out of the tent. I can’t help but smile as I watch her stomp over to the truck and pull out some clothes. She has a mighty fine ass.

I reach down and stroke my cock, but he’s not speaking to me. He’s pissed about not getting any action last night, but I don’t care. It was all about Violet and what I could give to her. She’s been keeping me at arm’s length, and she’s going to try to do it now. But after last night and having her pussy in my mouth, she belongs to me. This might not be what she thinks she wants, but her body, and I believe her heart, say otherwise.

I climb out of the tent and stretch. It’s dark out, with just the first light of dawn approaching, but I can still see Violet over by the truck, pulling on some jeans and her boots.

I walk over, and when she feels I’m near, she turns around to face me while pulling on a tight T-shirt and covering her beautiful tits from view. She pulls out her knife and looks down to my cock. He’s still hard as fuck, but tucked away in my underwear. For now.

As if she realizes I spent the whole night giving her pleasure and not taking any for myself, she puts the knife in her pocket and looks away.

“Um. Thanks for last night,” she mumbles.

Not one to beat around the bush, I reach out, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her to me. She lets out a little squeak of surprise, but otherwise melts into me again.

“Don’t thank me for something I’d do a thousand times over. All you have to do is say the word, baby.”

I lean down, but instead of giving her a kiss on the lips, I nuzzle into her neck and smell her scent one last time. I won’t be beside her today, and she’s on her own. So I try to get my fill before I release her and grab my jeans.

“Saddle up, Violent Violet. It’s your first club hit.”

8

Violet

I’ve been lying in the dirt for the last three hours, and I swear I can still feel Knox’s beard on the insides of my thighs. Jesus, I had no idea orgasms could be like that. Sure I’ve had some before. I thought they were good. Hell, it’s normally my nightly routine to get myself off right before I go to bed, but it’s never been like that. Not even freaking close. It was like my body came alive.

It was a whole new thrill I knew nothing about, and now I think, just like my adrenaline addiction, I’m about to have an orgasm addiction. Is this how people become nymphos? Maybe I could test this out more with Knox. See all the things I’ve been missing. He’s seems like he’s more than willing to oblige. He could teach me all the wonderful things he could do to my body. Maybe I’d even learn a little something for my own nightly routine.

I shake the thought from my head and go back to scanning the crowd, which is what I should be focusing on. Not trying to remember just how many times Knox had made me cum. How his hands felt on my skin. How it seemed like he couldn’t get enough of my taste on him. That all he wanted was just that. Almost like he got off on just getting me off.

There are thousands of people below at the rally, and I still haven’t spotted my target. Worse, we can’t even really be sure he’s down there right now. Cobra’s cell isn’t hitting any tower. The battery is dead, or he’s pulled it from the phone. So Knox says, anyway. I don’t know shit about any of that kind of crap. So I just wait and keep looking, playing the biker version of Where’s Waldo.