Page 14 of Break Away (Riot MC Next Generation #2)

My hands dropped from his shoulders when he slid my bra off and tossed it aside. “So fuckin’ perfect.”

Before I could say anything, he leaned forward brushing his lips against mine. I fell to my back. He kept kissing me while he settled his weight on me. Feeling his warm chest against mine made me even wetter.

I moved my hands from his shoulders down his chest, under his arms, and past his rib cage in order to trace my fingers along his muscular back.

He slid a hand up to my breast. A tingle shot to my nipple as he methodically stroked his thumb there. My back arched and I broke the kiss.

“Oh God,” I whispered.

With a dark chuckle, he kissed along my jaw, lightly engaged his teeth, dragging them down my neck. His tongue darted out when he hit the top of my chest and he went straight to my breast, and drew my other nipple into his mouth.

I was a virgin, but I’d made out with other boyfriends plenty. Enough to know that Rafferty had skills other men simply didn’t have. The way he dragged my beaded nipple between his teeth made my hips buck and my legs squirm.

“Oh, yeah,” he muttered.

In seconds, he had my shorts unbuttoned and his hands delved into my panties.

He paused and stared into my eyes. “Are you good with me taking your shorts off?”

“Yes,” I half-moaned, half-whispered. “But you take your jeans off, too.”

He shifted to the other side of me, and dragged my shorts and panties off at the same time.

I kicked them to the side. The sight of Rafferty undoing his belt held me captive.

He had a thin line of hair leading down his well-defined abdomen. As he lowered his jeans and boxer briefs, the line of hair became thicker. His cock bobbed free of his underwear and I licked my lips.

“Don’t tease me, Lex,” he said in a strained voice.

“I’m not, Tee.”

He took a condom out of his wallet, dropped the condom on the bed, and then tossed his jeans on the floor. “You are because I’m gonna worship your body for a good long while before I let you have your way with me.”

Those words heightened my excitement and anticipation.

Rafferty gave his cock a quick tug, leaned forward, and nudged my legs apart.

He crawled between my legs and kissed my thigh.

He kissed a path from my thigh to my pelvic bone.

With his free hand, he used three fingers to stroke up and down my pussy.

Heat surged through my body and the ache in my core throbbed.

“Rafferty,” I whined.

“Love the way you say my name, woman. You sound so needy.”

“Oh, my God, keep doing that,” I cried when he stopped stroking me.

“You’re soaked for me.”

I tilted my hips, trying to brush my pussy against his fingers.

“Baby, patience.”

I growled. “I’ve been fucking patient for years, Raff. I want you to—”

“You want me to what? Not gonna fuck you just yet. Let’s see how ready you are.”

He pushed a finger inside me.

“Oh,” I sighed.

He began to pull away, and I squeezed against his finger.

“You like that?” he asked.

“Of course I do.”

He hummed for a beat. “Gotta get you loose so I don’t hurt you, Lex.”

I tipped my head back on the pillow and touched my breast.

“Let go of that tit. It’s mine now.”

Oh shit. What was happening to me?

Growing up around the Riot MC, I bristled at hearing men get all alpha with their women. That possessive bossy tone from Rafferty, though? I fucking loved it. Hell, I wanted to poke the bear to get more of it. So, I grabbed my other breast, and shot him a devilish grin.

His lips set in a thin line. “It’s like that, huh?”

He shifted to his belly, and then he dragged his tongue through my folds.

I inhaled sharply. My hands flew to his head.

“That’s what I thought,” he murmured against me.

“What?” I cried, loosening my hold.

“Don’t you dare let go, Alexandra. I’m gonna drive you wild, which means I want your hands in my hair.”

I couldn’t wait to find out how he’d drive me wild. However…

“That’s great, but I seriously want you.”

His lips tipped up and his gaze softened on me. “Love that you want that, but if you knew how damn good you tasted, you’d understand why I have to make you come on my tongue.”

With wide eyes, I stared at him.

“What’s with the big eyes, woman?”

I gave my head a quick shake. “I’ve never heard you talk dirty before, and…”

“And what?”

How much to share? I loved it. He was better at it than any other man I’d ever dated?

“I’m a little surprised how much it turns me on.”

He kissed the inside of my thigh. “Good. You tell me if you need me to stop, okay?”

As talented as he was… that wasn’t happening.

“Okay,” I fibbed.

He smirked as though he knew I was fibbing.

Then he put his mouth on me again, and it was divine.

No, beyond divine.

He wasn’t just enthusiastic, he was intense. Driven. Reflexively, I tightened my grip on his hair, and he lapped at me faster. His hands gripped my ass tight, holding me to him.

I felt an overwhelming sensation building. Just as I thought I would come, he backed off and one of his hands left my ass.

I whimpered in protest, until that hand wandered up my body and he massaged my breast. He stared up my torso, focused on his hand at my breast. His thumb stroked over my nipple repeatedly.

Then just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he sucked at my clit at the same time as he pinched and rolled my beaded nipple.

My hips bucked, I moaned, and realized I was riding his face. His hand still on my ass, tightened, and the zing of pain from that pressure built my impending orgasm even higher.

“Oh God, Raff. Don’t stop, please.”

I dug my heels into the bed and ground myself on Rafferty’s face. The scrape of his beard added to the rioting sensations moving through me. I didn’t want this to end, but I knew it would… and it would happen very soon.

He shifted up a little, and suddenly drove two fingers inside me. I gasped and felt my inner walls convulse against his fingers. Tiny dots floated along the periphery of my vision and my orgasm came over me.

I had no idea if a few seconds went by or a few minutes. To my surprise, Rafferty continued to lap at me. I moved my leg. He dragged his hand from my breast down to my thigh.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

He paused. “What’s it look like?”

“I’m pretty sure you did the job… and did it quite well.”

He chuckled. “Maybe I’m looking to be an overachiever.”

With his tongue, he teased my clit.

“Rafferty,” I drawled.

“Damn, I could get used to that,” he said, grinning.

“Get used to what?” I whispered.

“The way you beg by just saying my name.”

I shook my head. “C’mon. Quit teasing me.”

He snatched up the condom, rose on his knees, and I watched him carefully sheath himself. “You better pay attention, Lex. The next time you’re gonna do this.”

“Is that so?”

He lowered his body to mine, his brown eyes probing. “Yeah. Are you ready?”

“Yes, Rafferty.”

He kissed my jaw near my ear. “Are you sure?” he whispered.

“More than sure.”

He reached down, dragged his cock through my wetness, lined himself up, and stayed still.

“Rafferty. What are you waiting for?”

“I don’t want to hurt you, Lex. But—”

“It’s going to hurt, I know. That’s why I’m more than ready. I can handle the pain… and from what I understand, after this time, it won’t be so bad.”

“Right,” he whispered.

Before I could respond, he kissed me. This kiss was so gentle, it was unlike anything else. He slid a hand into my hair and kept kissing me. I shifted my hips to give him a hint. His hips pressed in and I felt his cock drive an inch inside me. He pulled back and broke the kiss.

“Why are you—”

“It’s killing me too, but slow is the best way to go, Lex. That way it shouldn’t hurt so bad.”

He moved forward again, this time going further.

“I can take it, Raff.”

After a moment, he pushed forward again and I realized my mistake. I thought I’d taken a good look at his cock earlier, but I hadn’t noticed how much girth he had.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he bit out.

He pulled back again and I exhaled.

His hand grasped my thigh, and he pulled my leg up. When he pushed in again, the angle was different, and his presence stretched me in ways no toy ever could.

“Oh God,” I whispered.

“Almost there, babe,” he whispered and pushed even further.

Even though it stung, I loved being with him like this. I loved that he was my first.

He moved again. “There, that’s all of me.”

“Right,” I breathed.

“Are you good if I move?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

He moved in and out twice, his eyes intent on me, then he paused. “Hate to say this, but this is gonna be quick.”

I pressed my lips together, fighting my snarky comment that quick would be good. Instead, I blurted, “Why?”

He gave me a sheepish grin. “Pretty sure your pussy is the tightest I’ve ever felt, and I’m liable to lose control here.”

“Okay.”

He planted his hands in the bed, and leaned up. His hips thrust slow and steady. I matched his rhythm until he picked up the pace and I wrapped my legs around him and held on for the ride.

As fast as things went, I sensed he’d held back in an effort to not hurt me. Once he finished, he gently lowered his body onto mine. The sound of our labored breathing filled the room. He grabbed my hand and kissed the side of my neck.

I ran my free hand down the ridges of his back.

He leaned up. “Not gonna ask if that was good for you because I’m pretty sure it wasn’t.”

I smiled. “You’re right, but at the same time, it was better than I expected because you’re incredibly thoughtful.”

He slowly shook his head. “Not really. But, I gotta take care of the condom. I’ve never come that hard before, and I don’t want this thing leaking.”

“Yeah, I’m not ready to be a mom.”

He gently withdrew and I watched him wander toward the door.

Wow.

I knew he filled out a pair of jeans, but the sight of him naked in my room was better than I ever imagined.

He came back to the bedroom, one-hundred-percent comfortable being naked in front of me. “Are you on birth control?”

I nodded once. “Yep.”

In a fluid movement, he laid down beside me and slid his arm under my neck and tugged me closer. “You are?”

I rolled toward him. “Yes. Bad periods. We’ll leave it at that.”

With a slow nod, he gave my shoulders a squeeze. “Forgot about that. Does it help?”

“Immensely.”

“Good.”

“Stargazing” by Myles Smith started playing and we were silent for half the song.

Almost hesitantly, Rafferty said, “I have a physical in a couple weeks. I get tested, we can skip the condoms after the results come back clean.”

“Okay,” I murmured, not expecting him to bring that up.

“Honey, you’ll probably like it better that way. I sure as hell will.”

I could have slapped myself for being so slow on the uptake. “I see. That makes sense.”

The song ended, and Rafferty hit the pause button, even though I hadn’t seen him grab the remote. “Do you need to study some more? Is it time for you to go to sleep?”

My alarm clock sat on my dresser across the room, and I saw it was a little after nine. “No. I’ll review my notes in the morning. We can put on whatever you want to watch.”

“Music’s good.”

An awkward feeling bloomed in my chest.

Rafferty traced his finger along my jaw. “You’re getting up in your head.”

I put my hand on his defined chest as my lips tipped up. “Just a little.”

“Don’t,” he said, running his fingers down my arm and putting his hand over mine at his chest. “Anyone else, I wouldn’t be this honest because it’d be too soon, but if tonight weren’t your first time, I’d be balls-deep in you again.”

I didn’t exactly squirm, more like I shifted against him. “What?”

“I’m saying when the soreness wears off, Lex, I want to fuck you in the many ways I’ve imagined over the years.”

That sent a ripple of heat through my belly. “‘Over the years’?”

“Yes, years. Don’t act surprised.”

“This isn’t surprise, I’m flattered.”

He slid his hand up my belly to my breast. “Yeah, well, I’ve spent more than my fair share of time imagining your tits. The real thing is far better.”

I grinned. “I’m glad.”

His eyelids lowered a touch. “Wanna fool around?”

“I don’t want to be a tease.”

I found myself flat on my back when he rolled into me. “Fuck that noise, Lex. You aren’t a tease and never were. I just want to make out with you, and I’ll stop when it gets to be too much.”

“That sounds like a plan.”