Making Her His (Beating the Biker 1)

“I know. Sorry.”

She slid her hands around his neck. “You know I miss you, baby.”

Luke gave her a kiss on the cheek but wasn’t feeling the spark that would light up things with Deirdre. He cursed himself. It wasn’t her fault he didn’t feel sociable, but on the other hand, he didn’t ask her over either.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“Our club president Okie, was sentenced today. He got five to ten”

“I’m sorry.” Deirdre ran her hand over

Luke’s ass.

“Aces is taking over.”

“Who’s Aces, again?” Luke could tell by the flat tone of her voice she wasn’t interested, but he answered anyway.

“Jake Kinney, the vice president.”

“Oh.” She found a spot behind his ear interesting and licked it.

“Ummm,” Luke murmured. He didn’t feel anything and wished he could get her to go home.

She put her free hand up his shirt and pulled it up to suck on his nipple.

“Deirdre.”

The bag of food slid to the floor, and Deirdre palmed his crotch. “I’ve missed this.”

“Sweetheart,” he tried to say, but she covered his mouth with her red lips, devouring them, thrusting her tongue to meet with Luke’s.

She pulled her head away. “Come on, baby, show me a little enthusiasm.”

Luke tried to get his head into the game. He cupped her breast and pinched her nipple between his thumb and index finger, and though she squirmed, Luke didn’t.

Deirdre wasn’t to be deterred. She rubbed his crotch with her hand, and with expert grace, undid his belt buckle and the zipper of his jeans. “Oh, baby, you know I love those jeans on you, but even more off.”

With her help his jeans slipped down his hips to the floor, and Deirdre reached inside his boxers to take his cock in her hand.

It wasn’t happening, not this way, and Luke knew it. Slowly, he backed her to the couch, and pushed her skirt up around her hips. Her lace panties were wet from her excitement, and normally this set Luke off. He nibbled on the panties, and eased a finger inside her. She was so wet it wasn’t long before he added a second finger, sliding them back and forth.

“Yeah,” she begged. “More, I need more.”

Luke pulled her panties down, enough so that his mouth could connect with her mound. His tongue worked inside and around the folds around her clit as he worked his fingers inside her. Her hips rose and fell to the rhythm of his fingers stroking her.

“Fuck,” she said and he sucked her clit sharply. Deirdre’s back arched.

“Oh shit! Baby, oh fuck.” Her breathing sped up, and Luke took away his fingers and speared her with his tongue. She grabbed his head, pulling him so deep into her he couldn’t breathe. He could tell she was close now. Her juices mixed with his spit on his face. He moved to her clit once again, laving the sensitive flesh while his fingers crawled back inside her. He pumped his hand. She bucked her hips, muttering, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.

She gasped and her juices flowed over his face. Deirdre lay there, her legs splayed apart as her breathing evened. Luke sat back on his heels, watching her.

“My word, Luke! I can’t wait for round two.”

Luke looked down at his cock, which didn’t show any interest at all in round two. Heck, it hadn’t shown any interest in round one either. He sighed. “Honey, sorry, but I’m just not up for it right now.”

She pulled back and gave a huff. “When are you going to grow up, Luke?”

“What? Now, wait a minute—”