Her Older Biker - Page 8

“Mmmm,” she purrs, dropping her head back into a throw pillow. “Like that.”

I work my big finger into her tight little pussy, and something occurs to me.

“Baby,” I say, and press another gentle kiss to her shining clit. “Have you been with anyone like this before?”

She raises her head and looks at me, face reddening as she takes a deep breath and searches for the words through the haze of arousal. My finger continues its steady in and out, just up to the first knuckle.

“I’m not a virgin,” she says breathlessly. “But nobody knew what they were doing. Not until now.”

I chuckle and swirl my tongue over her clit as I ease my finger in a bit further, up to the second knuckle. “Did anybody ever make you come before?”

“N-no,” she stammers as I add a second finger. “I’ve only come by myself.”

“We’ll change that today,” I promise her, and bury my face in her sweetness. I suck hard on her little clit as she shrieks her pleasure, her fingers twining into my hair as she rocks herself against me. I fuck my fingers into her with smooth, easy strokes. There’s plenty of time for something hard and wild later, but for now, I want her to learn what it’s like to receive the undivided attention of a man who absolutely knows what he’s doing.

I fucking love her eagerness, the way she grinds herself into my flickering tongue and pulses around my thrusting fingers. Her breath comes in eager pants as she searches for even more of what I can give her. I smile wickedly as I use my pinky to tease her asshole, and she jumps at the sensation.

“Is this okay?” I ask with another lazy lick, fingers working in and out. “Does it hurt?”

She squirms against me. “It’s different,” she admits.

“Do you like it?” I lean down and suck hard on her clit, forcing a pleasured gasp from her beautiful lips.

“Yes,” she sighs. “More.”

My fingers, teeth, and tongue are completely hers, to use as she wants for her pleasure, and she does, grinding against me shamelessly. It’s gorgeous and so fucking sexy that I can’t resist unzipping my jeans to take my cock in my free hand.

“Oh, God, Warden,” she gasps. “I’m about to come.”

I flutter my tongue against her, thrusting madly, and she goes off like a firework, tensing against me with a hot, slippery rush. Her perfect taste and smell, and her beautiful release, are too much for me, and I come too, with a sharp groan, my cheek resting against her inner thigh as my tongue darts out for a last taste of her gorgeous pussy.

I raise my head in time to see her smother a yawn, and I realize that after a hard shift and what we just shared, she’s exhausted.

“C’mon,” I say. I rise to my feet and hold my hand out. “Let’s go get cleaned up.”

Our shared shower is sweet and gentle. I don’t try to fuck her or eat her pussy again, just enjoy the intimacy of being naked together, our hands brushing against sensitive skin as we wash our hair and bodies. She’s close to falling asleep as I hold her in my arms under the hot spray, running my fingers along one of her smooth shoulders.

My tattoo would look good here, I think. I imagine the Raging Angels emblem—a chopper wheel with wings—and the wordsProperty of Wardenunderneath in fancy script. It’s a nice thought, and it bounces around in my head for a while. We slip into my bed together—her in panties and a borrowed Raging Angels t-shirt, me in just boxer shorts. I usually sleep naked, but for now, for Emma’s comfort, I’ll make this adjustment.

She rolls easily into my arms, and we snuggle in drowsy silence for a minute, enjoying the mingled scents of our clean, damp skin.

“If you didn’t have to work at the bar,” I finally say, “What would you do? If you had a roof over your head and food in your belly and could focus just on yourself?”

“I’d go to college,” she says immediately. She’s thought about this before, I can tell. “I’d take classes on every subject that interested me before I decided my major. Because I’ve always wanted to have a million choices and enough time and space to explore all of them.”

Then that’s what you’ll do,I think to myself. And I plan to help her—she’s not ready to hear that kind of promise from me tonight, but I tuck it firmly into the back of my mind.

We’ll get there. Together.

Chapter 5

Emma

“Mmmm,” I swim forward through the last shadows of sleep, toward the delicious sensations flickering at my center. It’s Warden, curled around me, dropping sleepy kisses against my neck while between my legs, he gently pinches and rolls my clit in his thick fingers.

Waking up in his bed—especially like this—is amazing. I scooch closer to him and crack my eyes open to take in the broad bronze expanse of his chest. Tattoos swirl across his pecs and shoulders, down his arms all the way to the wrist.

“I love these,” I whisper as I reach out to stroke my fingers across his tattooed skin. “They’re beautiful.”