Page 11 of Mile High With the Bikers (Screaming Eagles MC #10)

RORY

Moonlight mixes with the spotlights over the Screaming Eagles compound, giving just enough ambient light to see each other in the dark.

He’s propped up on one arm beside me, looking my way with lust, but something else, too.

Appreciation, and he makes no attempt to hide it.

I saw the women at the bar. A man like him would never be alone for long if he wants company, but he’s still looking at me like I’m the only one that’s ever mattered.

“Beautiful,” he whispers reverently. And if that isn't confirmation enough, the way his shorts are stretched to be their limit definitely is, the thin jersey cotton showing everything.

Who even am I anymore? After being cautious for so long, they make me want to, well, want.

What we did on the plane was spontaneous and a little—okay a lot—crazy, but this is slower.

More deliberate. What’s a one night stand on a plane?

One flight stand? Does it still count as one if there are three guys?

“Penny for your thoughts,” he says, tracing a finger from the hollow of my throat and down through the valley between my breasts.

“I want to be the person that does this,” I admit softly. “To be free.”

Diesel palms my side and kisses my shoulder, flicking his tongue over my skin. “What’s stopping you? This seems like a pretty good start to me.”

He’s right, isn’t he? Maybe this wasn’t exactly how I planned to start my independence, but just for tonight I can leave my guilt and worries for tomorrow. I want to forget for a little while, and I think Diesel might be just the ticket.

I reach out and trace the bleeding heart tattoo he has over the left side of his chest. Then I stretch up and kiss it, feeling the beat of his heart under my lips. Not as fast as mine, but slow and steady.

He cups my chin and tips my face so I’m looking him in the eyes. Rough fingertips skirt down my neck. “I fucking love how you look right now, baby girl. Pretty, naked and brave enough to know what you want.”

Then he kisses me with lips that have no business being this soft on such a hard man. Touches me with clever fingers exploring closer and closer to the junction of my thighs. Centers me with the warmth of his strong body rubbing against me.

“That's nice,” I say with a sigh when we separate.

“Just nice?” He huffs a short laugh. “Fuck, I better step up my game.”

“No, I mean?—”

“Shh.” Looking me right in the eyes, he puts his two middle fingers in his mouth and makes them wet, before finally putting them where they belong, parting my folds and stroking the sensitive skin there. Not that he needed to, since I'm already so slick for him.

His fingertips drag over my clit, and I gasp, my fingers tightening uselessly against his chest. I arch into him as he leans in and captures my nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and making it tingle.

“Really nice?” I gasp.

“Really?” A sharp sting shoots from my nipple. He bit me! I squeal in surprise, but he kisses it better right away. A pulse of heat radiates south, down to deep in my belly. “Just really?”

I slide my fingers into his unruly hair. It’s short, but thick, and long enough for me to hold on to. Getting impatient, I urge him back to my breast, showing him exactly where I want his lips. Even his teeth. He laughs softly, his breath hot over my skin.

Meanwhile, his other hand stays on my pussy, stroking lightly, testing my responses until my hips start to move, asking for more.

He slides his thick finger inside me, curling it to stroke and find out what I like.

I suck harsh air between my teeth and tighten my grip on his hair as pure pleasure radiates from my core.

“Still just really nice?” His question comes out as a growl, threatening me to say it again.

“Really, really nice?” My words are cut short by his thumb trapping my clit under it, stroking the tender nub while his fingers slide in and out, fucking me slowly and driving me wild fast.

“Baby girl, I wasn't gonna force the issue, but you realize you're giving me no choice.”

I groan softly when he slides his fingers out, then louder in frustration when he doesn't put them back in. My hips follow after them, desperate for him to touch me again. “Don’t tease me.”

He laughs. “We're doing this my way.”

And then he climbs over me, settling himself between my thighs.

He's still got his shorts on, but his powerful body looming over me, his hands pressed into the pillow on either side of my head and the sleek, hard shape of his torso narrowing down to his hips, makes him one of the sexiest sights I've ever seen.

“What are you going to do to me?” I whisper in nervous anticipation.

His answering grin is lopsided. “I'm gonna give you exactly what you fucking deserve.”

He sits back on his heels and hooks a hand under each of my knees, pushing them up and spreading them wide, opening me up fully to him. My instinct is to close my legs, not used to being seen like this. It leaves me stripped and bare. Vulnerable.

“Don't fucking try to hide. There isn’t an inch of you I don’t want to see.

” He lowers himself as he lifts my hips, giving me a front row seat to the sight of his mouth hovering over my pussy and that soft tongue sliding through the center, right up to flick the tip over my clit.

And the smile on his face when he looks up at me afterwards is the dirtiest thing I've seen in my life.

A moan catches in my throat as he does it again, the sinful pleasure intense enough to make my toes curl.

I dig my fingers back into his hair, pressing his face into my pussy like I'm trying to drown him.

God, it's so good. I'm torn between wanting to watch, and throwing my head back to just revel in the sensations. I end up doing a little of both.

Little sparks of electricity arc over my skin, leaving me tingling all over, and with every swipe of his clever tongue, a whole new wave surges over me. I've never felt anything so good.

“Hold yourself open for me.” The order is issued in a needy growl.

I'm way past trying to hide or even thinking about refusing. He can do whatever he wants as long as he keeps me feeling like this. I put my hands on his shoulders and press out to keep my thighs parted. The next time he dips his tongue inside, it’s followed by his thick thumb, sliding in all the way.

My body tenses at the sensation, squeezing tight around him as my breath hitches.

“Fuck, I wanna feel that around my cock.” He slides his thumb back out to the tip, then right back in, all while his tongue rubs tight circles over my clit.

“Mmhmm,” I get out in a sort-of agreement.

I'd like to feel myself around his cock too, but what he's doing right now is so magical, I don't want that to stop that either. I’m rolling my hips, burning up inside, coiling tighter and tighter.

Ready to blow. When I finally manage to make real words, they come out in a strained whimper. “Don't stop. Please, don't stop.”

“You couldn't fucking stop me if you tried.” He twists his thumb as he thrusts, going faster while his tongue works me over. “Are you gonna come for me, baby? Those moans are like fucking music. So goddamn sexy.”

I don't have any words left. Just the sound of incoherent want as my body teeters on the edge.

“All over my fucking tongue, and then I'm gonna make you do it all over again. Think you can do that for me?”

I'll do anything he wants at this point.

He slides his free hand over my hip and ass, and then there's a finger touching me back there too, massaging in little circles without pushing in. Just spreading the pleasure until it’s hard to even tell what I’m feeling where.

I can't hold back any longer. “Yessssssss,” I hiss, just as I explode.

He groans as I grab his hair with one hand, twisting my fingers tight, but doesn’t let up for even a second.

My legs tremble as I scream out my orgasm.

My stomach is doing somersaults and I feel lightheaded.

I had no idea it was possible to come that hard.

I'm gripping his shoulder so hard I might leave bruises.

It's not until I finally start to come down, my head falling back and my stomach slowly relaxing that I realize he's moved.

When I open my eyes, he's up on his knees between my thighs, his briefs gone and his thick cock hard, covered and ready.

He's lightly stroking himself and his lust-darkened eyes watch me with pure want.

“If this is too much, fucking tell me now.”

Stop? I've never felt so ready for anything in my life. I'm still catching my breath, but I slide my hands up his sides and wrap a calf around the back of his thigh to guide him home.

“Fuck yes,” he hisses, then presses the thick tip of his steel bar of a cock against my pussy. He slides it around in my wetness, coating himself with my juices before he settles it right at my entrance. Then he pushes.

A moan rips through me as every ridge, every vein, every pulse of blood pumping his length fills me completely.

He hooks my bent leg over his shoulder and captures my wrists, pinning them to the mattress.

I’m spread open and trapped. Owned. His six-pack stomach flexes and relaxes with his heated breaths.

“I'm gonna fuck you until you can't fucking walk,” he growls.

“Prove it,” I whisper between sharp breaths, excited and scared, all at once.

Drawing back, he pulls out slowly before driving back in in one long stroke until his balls rest on my ass.

What little breath I've got is forced right out of me in a surprised grunt.

My fingers clench into fists, looking for something to hold on to, but with my wrists pinned, there's nowhere for me to go.

And then he does it again. And again, faster and faster, until he's pounding every glorious inch of his cock in and out of me.

My ass is pressed deep into the mattress and my breasts jiggle with every thrust. His face is a mask of intense concentration, but his deep blue eyes are fixed right on me.

I’m still so swollen and sensitive from my first orgasm that the rough pace he sets is exactly what I need.

Maybe it's his size, skill, or both, but I feel absolutely feral as I scream out my lust and need beneath him.

His thrusts turn wild and he fucks me senseless, driving me into his bed as we both race for completion.

The fire he's been stoking flares up like a volcano, bubbling up from my core and burning out my nerves as it rushes through me.

I half expect flames to come out of my fingertips and toes as I come apart around him.

Groaning deep in his massive chest, he pushes all of himself inside me with only a thin layer of latex keeping him from filling me completely.

A stupid part of my brain fantasizes about feeling him skin on skin, something I’ve never done before.

What would it be like to feel marked like that?

To feel his cum cooling on my thighs and know that he's truly claimed me?

Just the thought makes me shiver, and he sucks a breath through his teeth when he feels it.

He stays in me for a long moment, both of us breathing hard before he pulls himself out and I moan at the loss of our connection.

I feel empty without him in me. With a soft thump, he drops to the mattress, putting his arm around me and pulling me in close in a spoon while he kisses the top of my head.

“Think you can sleep now?” His voice is tired and sated.

“Will you stay and hold me like this?” My voice feels small asking it, but I don't know if I've ever felt as safe as I do right now, enveloped by his warm embrace.

“Not going anywhere, baby. Not going anywhere.”