by Snow, Nicole
Lightning zipped through my legs. I could feel the bolts on my shoulder tingling, the fresh tattoo reminding me I belonged to him.
And this was why.
His raw, masculine power couldn't be denied. It claimed me like magic, took me over, set off the time bomb I'd had building up inside me for four long years.
His fingers tore at my belt, slipped down to my bare pussy, and he stroked my clit while I slowly came down from the peak.
Virgin fire raged hotter, higher, longer. I tried to scream out into the night, if only to remind myself I was still alive, but his relentless kisses stopped me every time.
I came until I couldn't anymore. My legs shaking up to my hips, my ass, now digging into his fingers.
He slowly peeled me off. For a second, I thought he'd take down his belt and undress me. Instead, he got up and walked back toward the swing, leaving me all alone.
What the hell? I got up, shaking off the last few shocks in my legs, and ran after him.
He couldn't be that much of a pig – right? Surely, he wouldn't just leave me all alone after he'd taken me further than any man before.
I couldn't possibly be that wrong about him...I hoped.
“Asphalt, what're you –“
He turned around holding a towel before I could finish the question. My suitcase was at his feet. He'd found it outside the house and brought it with him. He walked toward me, spreading the smooth white cloth, and wrapped it around me like a protective shroud.
“I know I fucked up back at your place. Here's my way of saying sorry, babe. I'm keeping you healthy and beautiful. It's fucking cold out here. Hold still.”
He dried me from head to toe. I held my face up, cooling my hot little mouth in the rainy night, amazed that those rough hands running the towel over me could be so gentle and so absolutely brutal.
The walking paradox in front of me finally stopped when my hair wasn't dripping. He let the towel drop, smoothed my hair with his hands, and pulled me into his embrace.
“Asphalt...you're a real dick sometimes. But I guess I can forgive you this once.”
“That's what I wanna hear. I take care of what's mine – damned good care. Whether you've figured that out yet or not, I don't give a shit. You will.”
“Was what just happened taking care of me too?” I pulled away and met his eyes, studying the untamed fires he hadn't satisfied with me on the ground.
“We're just getting started. Fuck if I'm gonna take you on the dirty goddamned ground your very first time. Can't believe you're a virgin, babe. Shit, Ell-Bell, all those years and you've never...”
He closed his eyes, unable to finish. He leaned into me, and the raging hard-on he hadn't lost dug into my thigh, so hard and promising.
I trembled. “There were a few guys I dated at college, yeah. We kissed, we messed around, but I never gave it up to them. I couldn't. They were like that stupid little boy I went to prom with – not worth my time. They just couldn't measure up to what I really wanted.”
You. I wouldn't say it, but he heard me loud and clear.
Asphalt looked at me for a long second before he leaned in for another kiss. We let our lips, tongues, and teeth wander for the next few minutes.
His taste, his scent...God, it was just like a drug. Just as addictive too. I knew I'd never be able to get enough.
This utter bastard did something to me I couldn't understand. He'd always had a magic spark no other man in the world could match.
Tonight, when he'd been a total dick, I'd thought that might be change for the worse, just like I had hundreds of times over the years. But he always pulled me back, always proved me wrong.
He always reminded me there was a man with a heart and a brain behind the ruthless muscle.
“Fuck, baby, I gotta have you,” he growled, pulling me deeper into his arms. “Tonight. Let's get on the damned bike and go.”
“Where?” I whispered, just as he seized my hand and started pulling me up the path to the road, my suitcase bobbing in his other hand.
“We'll find a spot for some R and R. Just you and me. The shit with the club can wait. The fuckers at the house'll fill everybody else in Tacoma in. They'll know we're in town.” He packed up my suitcase and passed my helmet to me. “We're picking up right where we left off, Elle Joy. I'm giving you a real honeymoon, and you're giving me every fucking inch of you. Everything I've been jerking off to for four fucking years, what I thought I'd missed forever.”
Oh, crap. Did he really just say that?
I could barely climb onto the bike from the tremor in my nerves. And I visibly shook when he leaned in close, pouring his hot breath against my neck, and then straight into my ear.
“I'm breaking you in tonight, babe. I'm gonna fuck you 'til neither one of us can even walk straight. You belonged to me the second my fucking ink went on you, woman, and now it's time to make it official by mixing like a man and woman should.” He stopped, just long enough to wrap his hands around me, searching for my ass. He squeezed me so hard I moaned. “Fuck, you're so tight. Goddamned beautiful. All mine.”
I smiled. He wanted it so bad he couldn't form complete sentences anymore, but at least he could speak. I couldn't even do that.
He started his bike while I wrapped my hands around him. I hugged him tighter than I'd ever held anyone in my life while we rode.
My blood crackling with carnal expectation kept me more alive than I'd been for four painful years away from my destiny.
* * * *
I didn't even look at where we were until I stepped off his bike. He had a sixth sense for finding these incredible off-the-map places like most bikers did. This one was no exception.
It was a nice little lodge just outside town. If the rain ever cleared up, we'd probably have an awesome view of Mount Rainier, something I'd realized how badly I missed since going away to college.
The look in his eye was the only signal he gave me as he took my hand and led me inside. We got checked in and headed for our room. I slicked my hair, taking out the latest moisture, feeling the wetness running down my shoulders.
Cool and weirdly refreshing, in a way. It masked the blazing, wet heat between my thighs – everything that wouldn't be calmed until he found his way there.
As soon as we were in our room, he dropped my bag, plus the small one he'd brought with fresh clothes from Redding.
I wasn't sure who lunged for who first. Hot, heavy, muscular man gripped me, threw me against the big bed in the center of the room, and smothered me in fresh kisses. His hands roamed my body, taking what he'd teased before.
My breasts, my ass, the soft, ticklish spaces along my sides...he explored them in slow, eager strokes, far more controlled than anything I could muster. I threw one arm over his strong neck and tugged at his leather cut with the other.
“Take that off and fuck me,” I whispered, when he finally broke the kiss for air.
“No.”
My jaw dropped when he growled it, and I moaned a little Oh!, feeling his cock pressing hard into my thigh again. The wrong place for it. That was when I realized he'd tease me until my heart exploded.
“You don't get this dick 'til I say you do, babe. If you want me to fuck your brains out, you'd better come for me a few more times, and hard.”
His hands went to my waist and found my jeans. Asphalt had them down in a single jerk, exposing my bare legs. He ripped my shoes off and pulled my pants down, flinging them against the wall. He kissed up my right thigh while his hand went for my panties, grabbing them in the middle and tugging the way a man throws a grenade.
Gone, in half a heartbeat.
Oh, shit. He's really going to –
My mind blanked when his mouth began to climb up. Hot, searching kisses stamped my legs, then my inner thighs. He found the soft skin humming expectantly next to my pussy and sank his teeth into it.
I jumped, moaned, covered the back of his head with my hands. His hot breath blew over my pussy, making every inch of me feel t
he lightning need pooling there.
Asphalt, please.
Please.
Fucking please!
I couldn't say it. Words escaped me. The best I could do was dig my fingers into his smooth head, pressing hard while his tongue darted out in one quick, teasing flick across my molten center.
Fuck! My fingers gripped the sheets, tangling them for support.
And I had to hold on for dear life once he really started in. The same tongue that teased me, cursed me, and conquered my mouth owned the space between my legs.
His rough hands held me down, spreading me open, wider for his face to work its wicked, dirty magic. I couldn't think what else to call the sensations he summoned in my blood, the way every nerve crackled to life at once, burning like taut guitar strings beneath a rockstar's skilled fingertips.
Asphalt's mouth licked, nipped, and fucked my pussy for the longest minutes of my life. When he found my clit and sucked it, I rolled my hips forward, surrendering to the urge to throw myself into him.
This was giving everything up, and holy shit did it feel right.
He introduced me to a dozen feelings I didn't know a woman could have. My clit throbbed against his broad tongue strokes, circles quickening in around it. He honed my pleasure, slipping two stiff fingers in below the spot where his mouth made me delirious.
His fingers fucked my pussy while his tongue took me higher, higher, straight up into a wide yawning sky until I couldn't climb an inch more.
“Asphalt! Oh, God, if you keep doing that, you're going to make me –“
He doubled his speed. The last word lodged in my throat, as my eyes filled with stars.
Come, woman. Come like you fucking mean it.
I could hear him say it without him actually saying a word. And I did.
Sweet merciful God, I came.
All the shame and doubt died in a second of blinding white tension building in my hips, feeding the fireball he'd fanned in my womb.
Now, it exploded outward. The lightning that bound us together zipped through me in a huge wave, exploding out the center and mastering everything to my fingertips and the ends of my toes.
I came so hard I thought I died.
He growled the whole way through it, pistoning his fingers in my virgin pussy like he owned me, and I suppose he finally did. His mouth sucked harder, his tongue went so fast it made me dizzy, strumming my clit in mad, devilish whirls.
I crashed over the edge again and again, trying to scream his name. Each time, nothing but breathless pleasure rasped out my lips. The sheets pulled in my hands so hard I thought they'd rip.
He did it hard, soft, and everything in between, more than any man ought to be able to do with nothing except his fingers and hands. This pleasure softened me, soothed my body and soul, opening me to the inevitable bliss he promised next.
“My. Fuck. Just...fuck.” I didn't notice I was mumbling incoherently until he sat up, wiped his mouth, and stroked my cheek with his hand.
“You're off to a good start, babe. I'll have you swearing like a fucking sailor by the time we're through. You think you're finally ready for this?”
He shifted between my legs, running the thick bulge in his jeans against my bare slit.
Impossible pleasure hummed through me, reigniting my desire. I thought it'd be impossible so soon after what he'd just done to me. But I looked up, stared into his green eyes, now alive and sharp as a wolf's with raw lust.
“You know I am, baby,” I whispered, running my hand over his cheek. He drew his fingers closer to my lips, and I smelled my scent on him.
“Make me believe it, girl. You lick this shit I did to you clean. Show me you understand how wet that sweet cunt gets for me, how wet I fucking make it.”
The two fingers he'd used to fuck me numb pushed into my mouth. For a second, I hesitated, but then I took them like a whore, blushing as I sucked them as deep as I could, running my tongue up and down his fingers, tasting my explosion.
Good practice for working on a much more sensitive part of him later. Sexy as hell too, and it made me far hornier than I had any business being just for taking a man's fingers into my mouth.
But he wasn't just any man, was he?
Husband. Old man. Lover. Inquisitor. Bastard.
I ran my tongue across his skin like I loved every part of him. In truth, I was starting to, and I finally began to understand why he had so many wild contrasts wrapped up in the same rock hard man with the ruthless tattoos.
My fingers ripped at his shirt. With a smug grin, he pulled his fingers from my mouth and rolled his shoulders, then took off his cut. The soft black Grizzlies MC shirt underneath it rolled up over his head, exposing the crazy broad canvass of pure muscle and pitch black ink he called a chest.
My hands roamed his flesh, and for a few glorious seconds, he let me. I touched everything. The lightning, the thorns, the bear stamped forever in his chest, its mouth open in a roar threatening to tear the hell out of anyone who crossed him and his club.
These men were dangerous. I'd known it from the first day I was old enough to realize my father was leading an outlaw pack. I'd been warned away from it, nudged away from the men my screwed up brain craved, and it had all come crashing down like it inevitably needed to.
Tonight, I'd gone to bed with a bastard. My pussy tingled, soaked itself on the evil taboo I'd tried to run away from. It pulsed harder as I embraced my destiny, the only one that seemed right since the night I'd put my lips on his so many years ago.
“Fuck me, Asphalt. Take what you've wanted for so long.” My voice shook as I said the words, spreading my legs. I wasn't sure if I could take one more second without having him inside me.
My hand ran down his tightly packed, perfect abs, resting on his bulge. He grabbed my wrist in a fierce snatch, and then leaned in to take the other one, dragging me upright.
“Told you before, babe, you're gonna work for this cock in your pussy. You sucked yourself off my hands real nice. Show me what that hot little mouth can do where it belongs.”
I didn't need any more encouragement. I gripped his jeans and slowly pulled down his zipper, reached inside with his hand covering mine, fishing out the massive root inside.
His cock popped out in my hand, pulsing and filled with lava. I'd never seen a live one before, much less held it. I couldn't get over the heat, burning even hotter than the ache between my legs.
I could feel the insane, feral need underneath his skin. God, I wanted to feel it inside me, every single inch of his desire mingling with mine.
Taking me, owning me, fucking me senseless.
Soon. You have to drive him just as crazy, I told myself, kneeling next to him and moving my hand in a slow fist across his length.
“Fuck, Elle Jo...”
Must've done something right. His head rolled back and he cursed, soft and encouraging, pressing his hand over mine a little harder.
I gripped him tighter and quickened my next couple strokes. The tip of his cock jerked, pulsed a long, clear trail of sticky wetness down my hand.
Okay, I had to taste him. Now.
My mouth parted and I sank down on his cock.
“Fuck!” he roared, grunted, and pulled at my hair as I went down, exploring him with my lips, my tongue, inch-by-trembling-inch.
Salt and manly musk became my whole world. I sucked him hard, pressed my tongue up under his length and rolled it around his swollen head, learning the parts that caused his breath to hitch.
This ownership thing was a two way street. If he wanted to possess every part of me, then it was only fair that I did the same, treating him with the reverence and focus an outlaw bride was supposed to give to her man.
“Fucking shit,” he growled, pushing his hand into the back of my head, forcing me to take him deeper. “You're a goddamned natural, Elle. Can't believe you've wasted that tongue all these years. Hell, can't believe I wasted years without having your lips wrapped around my dick.”
His eyes wide
ned. He studied me with my mouth full of him as I sucked, eyes bright and admiring, like he'd just stumbled on a work of art.
Whatever he saw, he liked it, and my need to please him nearly suffocated me.
The hand in my hair pulled tighter the more I sucked him. His cock went from iron to solid granite, so impossibly hard I swore he had a steel pipe embedded in his flesh.
I moaned on his length, feeling my own wetness pooling in my thighs, twitching together in their plea for sweet relief. The vibration must've been the last thing he could take.
Asphalt fisted my hair and jerked my head back in one rough pull. We stared at each other, his huge chest rising and falling, his pupils wide with frenzied want.
“What? Did I do something wrong?” I asked softly.
“Yeah.” He reached behind me and tore the clasp from my bra. “You weren't fucking me ten seconds ago.”
I laughed and toppled backward as he pulled the rest of my clothes off. He finished peeling his away even faster, kicking off his jeans and boxers behind him, fully exposing the magnificent bottom half I'd only gotten a small taste of.
Asphalt's hands gripped my wrists, pinned them to the mattress. The bed sank beneath our combined weight.
I felt his hot, strong heat against my slit, pressed against me in one final tease.
“Once I'm balls deep in you, Ell-Bell, I've never going anywhere else. You fucking realize that?” He spoke into my ear, leaning in close so I could feel his prickly stubble against my cheek.”Four years, I've waited for this. So have you. Four goddamn, fucked up years when I should've had your pussy wrapped around me that first night – fuck!”
I wasn't sure what throbbed harder – my heart or the muscles unraveling below my waist. I rolled my head and kissed him on the forehead, officially dying from the heat, the desire, the need.
“It's okay. We don't have to think about the past, baby. Be here with me,” I whispered. “Look at us.”
His arms jerked and he raised himself up. His cock shifted, moving until he angled it against my slit, ready to pierce deep.
The whole world seemed to stop.