Secret Desires (Roughshod Rollers MC 4)

My nails graze one of his nipples and Ethan bucks.

“Fuck, that felt good,” he pants.

I do it again and he groans deeply. He looks at me with eyes dark with lust and his hands are on my shoulders, his fingers digging into my skin. He releases his grip as I pull the shirt through his arms and over his head, tossing it away somewhere before sitting up slightly and starting on his belt buckle. It’s old and worn, and I have to work it through the buckle before letting it fall from his pants.

Ethan’s hands move, then. One hand is unbuttoning my blouse, and the other is wriggling under my skin, playing with the smooth skin of my thighs and creeping toward my wet panties. My heart beats faster at his touch, and I drop my hands from my pants as he slides my shirt over my shoulders and down my arms.

“You’re so beautiful, Georgia,” Ethan says, his hands cupping my shoulders again and then sliding down over my covered breasts. “I can’t wait to feel every part of you again.”

I shiver, remembering his careful exploration of my body last time, his fingers playing over old scars and finding freckles he’d never seen before. More importantly, I remember his tongue and then fingers sliding inside me, both too much and not enough. I gasp at the memory, and then again when Ethan fingers my panties, applying only the lightest pressure to drive me mad.

“Ethan…” I groan. “Stop fucking teasing.”

“No teasing tonight,” Ethan breathes, and I shudder at the promise in his voice. “Tonight is all about us. I’m going to fuck you deeply, until you can’t think of anything else but me inside you.”

I tilt my head back, my mouth slightly open, at his words, overwhelmed and hot and needy. I reach down and pull at his zipper, dragging down and rubbing his thick cock through the material. His hips buck toward my hand, seeking more pressure, and I slide nimble fingers into his pants, slipping under the waistband of his jeans. Ethan goes still, watching me, and he groans when my hand finds his cock and grips him firmly, rubbing my thumb over the leaking tip.

With my other hand, I pull his jeans down and he kicks them off, spreading his legs as I slide my hand up and down his hard length. His hips thrust desperately into my hand, and his eyes roll back at the friction. I jerk my hand twice more before pulling back, and Ethan groans deeply in protest.

“Shit,” he pants. “I’m so close.”

“Then do something about it,” I say to him, fingering the elastic hem of his pants.

Ethan rolls over, swinging his leg over my waist as I lean back so he can straddle me. I look up at him, and his hands card through my curls, his fingers brushing against the roots. Then his hands travel down, skimming the back of my neck and playing along my spine, making my back arch, before finding the clasp of my bra and undoing it. He pulls it free and I lift my arms to make it easier.

Then he slides lower down my body, until he’s somewhere near my knees. I blink, confused for a moment, until he leans down and wraps his lips around one of my now-free nipples.

I gasp at the feeling of his tongue swirling around it, his teeth grazing the skin lightly and making me shudder at the sensation. He sucks lightly on it and then licks the nipple once more before lifting his hand and immediately paying the same attention to the other nipple. I groan and bury my hands in his hair, my eyes fluttering closed at the overwhelming sensation, my body jerking under him.

“Oh my god,” I gasp.

I feel him smile and then he sits up, his hands pulling at the elastic of my waist. I lift my hips so he can slide it down my legs, and then my panties follow it. Remembering, hazily, that Ethan is still wearing his own underwear, I reach out blindly, overwhelmed and needing far more than this. The silk slides smoothly under my hands, and I brush against his cock once more as he groans, feeling the leaking wetness from it on his boxers.

We’re both trembling as the boxers join the other clothes on the floor, and we gasp as our naked skin meets. The fire that has been building in me since this started explodes into an inferno that burns around us, taking my breath away and making my heart beat faster. I look up at him, staring at the hooded look in his eyes as his hands touch me, taking in every part of my body that I can. It’s exhilarating to be looked at like that, as though nothing else in the world can capture his attention. It makes electric sparks dance through me, and I wrap my arms around him, pulling him down further on top of me.

“Fuck me,” I demand.

Ethan lets out a breathy laugh, panting. He puts his hands on my hips, gripping them firmly, and raises himself up as my legs fall open, giving him an easy opening. I can feel my entrance fluttering eagerly, desperate to have him in me once more.

Slowly, Ethan starts to sink home. His movements are jerky, and he has to keep stopping to breathe deeply, trying to con

trol himself. As he moves deeper into me, I wrap my legs around his waist, forcing him in further, needing to feel every inch of that hot, thick length in my body. Ethan shudders and slides home the last inch, his balls nestled against me, and I struggle to take a breath. This is the part that I love most, the moment when we’re this connected. I can feel him inside me, hot and pulsing and eager, and my body is welcoming the intrusion. It sets me on fire, and I need to pause for a moment before I come just from the feeling of him spearing my body. Ethan’s grip is tight on my hips as he waits for me to adjust, his fingers clenching and unclenching.

“You’re so tight around me,” Ethan groans.

I choke on the words and my hips buck without permission, making us both moan at the feeling. I reach up to grip his shoulders, pulling him down slightly as he thrusts slightly inside of me in return.

“Move,” I pant. “Fuck me hard.”

Ethan slowly slides out until only the tip remains. I barely have any time to mourn the sudden empty feeling, however, when he slams back into me, my hips snapping down to meet his, anticipating the movement. I roll my hips and he angles his thrusts, searching within me until I let out a choked cry as he hits the sweet spot, faltering for a moment as pleasure wracks me.

“Oh fuck…” I moan. “Do that again.”

He thrusts in again, and I scratch at his skin as I struggle to keep my grip. One of Ethan’s hands leave my hips and he runs it down my leg, pulling it up so he can surge inside me, pushing past the tight muscles to slam forward even deeper. My eyes roll back and my body keeps moving, desperate to take him in as far as I can.

Nothing else matters right now. Not my job, not Polly, not the problems between Ethan or I, or the tiniest fear that I have that I’ve done it again, jumped Ethan and spoken to his lust because I’m seeing feelings that might not be there. Neither of us are doing this against our will, though; Ethan is gripping me just as hard, pushing deeply inside me with reckless abandon, sweat pouring down his face as he chases the orgasm that’s building in us both. My stomach tightens and I breathe raggedly as my hips falter. Ethan thrusts several more times.

Then my vision goes white. I cry out something, a garbled mess of words that don’t make sense at all. There’s a roaring in my ears, and I can feel Ethan trembling over me as he braces himself over me, panting in sync with me as our hearts thunder and our minds stutter to a halt from the sheer force of it all.