“Goddamn,” he said, looking her up and down. “You are seriously the salve to my wounds.”
The line hit Bridget hard, unexpected. She blushed and twisted in the doorway before she could help herself. “You’re a flatterer.”
“You have a lot of flattering features,” he said. He stepped up the stoop into the doorway to stand closer to her. She could feel his heat and inhaled sharply, her chest tight. “I can’t help it.”
Bridget smiled up at him and moved back from the door to let him in. Ghost came into the foyer, and waited as Bridget closed and locked the door behind her. When she turned around, the look on his face was an unmistakable mask of animal lust. She felt heat rise between her legs and up the sides of her neck.
Ghost walked toward her slowly, his eyes fixed on her lips. Bridget opened her mouth, but she didn’t have a single word or thought in her mind as she watched him approach. He pressed his body against hers, and with his free hand, cupped her jaw and tilted her eyes up so they were looking into his.
“Listen,” he said quietly, his lips brushing against hers as he spoke. “This week has been hell. I know you’re a quality woman, and I don’t want to disrespect you. But there is nothing in the world I want more right now than to kiss you, and not stop kissing you until we can’t feel our own faces anymore.”
Everything about the darkness in his voice told her he was sincere, and Bridget had never ached so badly for anyone in her life. She panted lightly against Ghost’s lips and nuzzled her face into his. “Ghost…”
“Tell me you want it,” he whispered. His body pushed against hers, grinding. Already his cock was raging hard against her leg, and it made Bridget wet with need. “Tell me whatever you want, and I’ll give it to you. Just tell me.” She heard a plastic crinkle as he dropped the flowers next to their feet. He ran his other hand up the smoothness of her bare leg, over the curve of her thigh, around her ass to pull her close.
Nothing else was in Bridget’s mind for that moment except Ghost. He pushed her against the front door and groped at her ass until she wrapped her leg around his waist.
“I want it,” said Bridget in a breathy whisper. “I want it. I want you.”
Ghost’s only reply was to smash his lips on hers in a ferocious kiss, lapping at her like he had been starving to kiss her all his life. The hand on her jaw pulled her closer, tighter; the other rubbed her bare thigh and snaked its fingers up underneath the hem of her shorts to feel her ass. Bridget threw her arms around his neck and clung to him, moaning as she felt his growing erection pushing against her.
Like teenagers, they groped at each other in the doorway, making out, until Ghost moved his swollen, wet lips down her jaw and neck, leaving tiny little bite marks along the way that made Bridget cry out in pleasure. With his mouth and grateful hands, he slowly made his way down Bridget’s body until he was on his knees in front of her. He undid the button fly on her shorts with his teeth as he ran his hands up and down her bare legs, and all Bridget could do was writhe under his touch and pant his name.
Ghost pulled her shorts down off her body until they were pooled at her ankles. Underneath, she had worn her favorite pair of sexy underwear: a pair of black, lace-top panties that accentuated the curve of her athletic ass. She swore she heard Ghost gasp when he saw them. He ran his hands up the back of her legs and cupped her ass in his big hands as he rubbed his face lovingly against her, nibbling and prodding gently with his lips at the outer nerves of her pussy. After a few moments, he carefully moved the panties from her body, leaving her completely bare below the waist.
“Baby, thank you,” he said as he put his hands between her thighs and nudged her legs apart. “It is my sincere pleasure to be down here.”
Before Bridget could respond, Ghost bent down and sucked her clit into his mouth. The sensation was staggering in its pleasure; she couldn’t remember the last time a man had eaten her out. Bridget’s head lolled back against the door and her eyes closed. She pawed at Ghost’s shaven head as he lapped at her wetness, using his hands to pull open her lips and run his flat tongue over her hole and clit. It wasn’t long before Bridget could feel her orgasm building, and Ghost held onto her hips as she came with a loud cry, gushing her juices all over his tongue. He lapped it up happily and, while her pussy was still wracked with aftershock, pushed two fingers inside her until she was writhing on his hand like a puppet.
“Oh, fuck, Ghost,” she moaned, clawing at his shoulders. Her legs were starting to shake from the intensity and from her orgasm. Ghost pumped his fingers inside her at an achingly slow pace, a smile on his face as he watched each time he hit her G-spot. Each push went deeper and then retracted, but not all the way, only pausing long enough for her to miss it before he pushed back in again. Just when Bridget thought she was going to collapse from the torture of it, Ghost pushed his fingers deep inside her pussy and wrapped his other arm around her waist.
He was even stronger than he looked. Carefully he twisted Bridget down with him onto the ground, holding her against him, his fingers buried inside of her but rubbing and rotating anyway. She cried and yelped at the pleasure and grasped onto his shoulders as he moved her down to the foyer floor. He hovered over her with his fingers inside of her, watching her face the whole time.
“I want to watch you cum again,” he said, fucking her with his fingers.
Her pussy was soaking, and she felt delirious with pleasure. All she could do was say his name and pull him down for a desperate kiss. Ghost returned it passionately and ran his free hand down her neck to knead her breasts over her shirt.
“Fuck yes,” she said against his mouth. “You know just how to touch me.”
Ghost pulled his fingers out and pushed them back in. He laughed from low in his throat as she gasped. “Just how you deserve to be touched.” He bent and lifted her t-shirt up, exposing her braless breasts to the cool air. Ghost took them in his mouth one at a time and sucked, his tongue lapping all over the sensitive skin, and making Bridget race toward another orgasm.
“I’m going to cum,” she said in a broken whisper.
The gorgeous biker only bit gently at the nipple in his mouth and pushed his fingers in her deeper, harder. Bridget let out a long moan as her orgasm washed over her like a flash flood. Her body spasmed like someone had hit her with a taser, and she held onto Ghost’s shoulders as he lifted his head to watch her cum like he wanted. His fingers never left her pussy, only kept fucking her until she aftershocked twice more, and collapsed on the floor underneath him.
Ghost carefully pulled his fingers out from her and brought them to his mouth. He licked them off with a satisfied moan and stared at her as she panted, beaming up at him, while he undressed himself. Bridget could only lay there and eat up the view in front of her: his gorgeous, pale body was ripped from shoulders to ankles, chest hairless but tattooed, his pubic area dark but well-groomed. Springing out from his hips, his smooth, pink cock looked at least eight inches long, maybe longer, and thicker around at the body than the head.
Ghost stroked himself twice as he looked down at her, clearly enjoying the feeling of being desired as much as she was. He knelt back down and hovered over her to kiss her. Bridget pulled him close and ran her hands over the bare, warm skin of his back, his muscles rippling under her palms. She could feel the head of his cock teasing at her pussy, and she was aching for it.
Ghost leaned back and dug a condom out of his cut pocket. He rolled it on and returned to lay over Bridget. He took his cock in his hand and rubbed the head over her pussy lips once, twice, three times, gathering its sweet wetness. When he finally stopped teasing and pushed inside of her, Bridget thought she would pass out from the pleasure of it all. Ghost’s thick cock filled her up, pushed deep inside until he was in her completely.
“Oh, God!” she screamed and arched against him.
Ghost held Bridget tight as he began to thrust, slowly at first, then adding more and more power. His rhythm was relentless, flawless, pounding into her wit
hout stopping or losing his way as one hand tangled in her long blonde hair, and the other gripped her ass and held her against him. His frantic moans against her neck sent shivers down her spine.
“Fuck, Bridget, you’re going to make me cum,” said Ghost. “Cum with me.”
Ghost tightened his grasp on her hair and drove harder into her. Bridget closed her eyes and could feel nothing but Ghost, the sweet pressure of his hard cock, the heat of his breath on her sweat-soaked skin, and the wet hunger of his tongue on her neck. She screamed his name when she came, shuddering underneath him and around his cock. Ghost bit hard into her shoulder as he pumped his seed inside her, burying himself deep in her pussy until he was spent.
It seemed an eternity before Bridget finally came down from the high of her multiple orgasms. Ghost collapsed on top of her, panting and sweating, planting little kisses along the side of her face absentmindedly. His cock was still half-hard inside her, twitching and teasing her sensitive pussy, making her hiccup with tiny moans.
“You’re incredible,” he said. “I hope there’s more of this for dessert.”
~ TEN ~
Ghost
When Bridget led him, naked and glowing in post-orgasm bliss, to a table chock full of fine meats and cheeses, Ghost knew then that he had died somewhere on the way to Bridget’s house and arrived in actual Valhalla. He growled in ecstasy and wrapped his arms around her in a playful bear hug as she giggled and squirmed underneath. He could tell by the way her body tensed up at cutesy romantic intimacy—but not the heated intimacy of sex—that she wasn’t used to playing around and having fun with men.
“This is incredible,” he said as he lowered a thin piece of some glorious-tasting meat into his mouth. “You’re incredible.”
Bridget gave him a funny look as she poured them both a glass of dark red wine. “This is, like, thirty bucks’ worth of food from the grocery store. You’re easily impressed.”
“Oh, it’s not the cost of the thing, babe,” he said, taking his wine with a clink against her glass. “It’s the presentation. It’s that the universe has unfolded in such a way that I get to wash the delicious taste of you off my tongue with the finest meats and cheeses this side of Sicily. You built a masterpiece of an evening.”
“Technically, the first course was your fault,” she said with a smirk and wrapped her hand around his back.
“Guilty,” he said. “And unrepentant.”
After Bridget rescued her flowers from the foyer floor and moved them to a vase, they gathered up their clothes and threw a few pieces back on. At the request of his beautiful companion, Ghost was all too happy to keep his shirt off. They fixed plates of food and returned to Bridget’s couch with their meals, lazily picking at grapes and cheese like Roman emperors. A few candles flickered on the entertainment center, a soothing light in the descending darkness of the evening outside.
With his arm around her shoulder, Bridget relaxed against Ghost’s bare chest, running her fingers absentmindedly around the curves of his muscles. A few times she made him shiver and she laughed against his skin.
“You’re a lot of fun,” she said.
“Ditto,” said Ghost, and kissed the top of her head. “I knew you would be from the moment I saw you.”
“And I knew you’d be trouble from the moment I saw you.”
“See? It’s like a fairy tale.”
Bridget giggled. “For my Thursday evening to go from no plans to body-rocking orgasms on my foyer floor? Sure, I’ll call that a fairy tale. I’m glad you came back early.”
She didn’t mean it, but Bridget’s words broke the bubble in Ghost’s mind, keeping the rest of his world at bay. Thoughts of Tommy and Lucero flooded in, and it must have instantly changed something in the way he felt underneath her skin, because Bridget picked up on it right away.
“Do you wanna talk about what happened?” she said.
Ghost sighed. “Not really, but I probably should. Best not to hold things in, they say.”
“Who says?”
“I don’t know, doctors? People? Someone.”
“So what happened?”
He went quiet while he tried to gather the words, and tiptoe around the more legally incriminating parts of the story. Not that he thought Bridget would cause him trouble, but he didn’t want to bring any down on her, either. “Me and a few of the guys from the club were up in Eagleton helping out another charter this week, that’s where I was. We were supposed to make this drive out from Eagleton to a place called Burling, and there was an accident. Two of my guys got injured.”
Bridget lifted her head up from his chest with a worried look on her face. “Oh, Ghost. I’m so sorry. Are they going to be okay?”
“Yeah,” he said, rubbing her hair. “One’s just got a busted arm, and the other… well, Tommy is hurt pretty bad. But the doctors said he’s not going to die. Or at least, they think he’s not going to die.” He took a deep breath. “I guess doctors can be idiots and assholes like the rest of us.”
“No wonder you’re so down,” she said. She rubbed a palm gently over his chest.
“The worst part is it didn’t have to happen. One of the guys from the other charter was high on the drive, and he blacked the fuck out behind the wheel,” said Ghost, anger rising in his voice. “I should have stopped him, but I didn’t.”
“Jesus,” said Bridget.
Ghost looked at the heavy expression on her face and pulled her close for a kiss. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to kill the mood.”
“No, I’m the one who asked. I’m sorry you’re dealing with all of this. Is the guy who caused the wreck going to prison?”
“Hell no,” said Ghost. “That’s not how this works. It’s a club matter. We handle it internally. We don’t deal with the law.”
“What happens to him, then?”
“I don’t know,” said Ghost. “They took him after the accident, too, and I haven’t seen him since. They haven’t told me what’s going to happen.” He kissed her head. “I’m sure I’ll find out soon.”
“I hope he fucking pays for it,” she said in a mean little voice against his skin.
Ghost smirked and bent his head to look down and catch her eye. Bridget looked up. “What?” she said.
“You’re a feisty little thing, aren’t you? I love it.”
“What?” said Bridget with a self-effacing laugh. “He should pay for it!”
“Some people would say we should be forgiving,” said Ghost mockingly.
“Fuck that,” said Bridget. “Then those people can forgive him.”
Ghost laughed and wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug. “It’s that soldier blood in you, isn’t it?”
She lifted up from his chest, her eyes narrow. “Who said I was a soldier?”
“I just know things,” said Ghost in a dramatic, snotty voice. “I deduced it from the way you were so adamant about not dating soldiers.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yep,” said Ghost. “That, and also Sid told me the other night that you were in the Marines.”
Bridget grunted and playfully bit Ghost on his right shoulder. Ghost laughed and rolled around with her until he had her pinned on the couch under him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and they made out like teenagers for a bit.
“That was a really valiant effort to change the subject, and I appreciate that you hate talking about personal things as much as I do, but this is a date, after all,” said Ghost. “And I’m not just here for that hot bod of yours.”
“Sure you’re not,” said Bridget, only half joking.
“Getting ass is not a problem for me, and even though you’re, like, off-the-Richter-scale levels of hot, I’m also not interested in just fucking you.”
“Oh, really?” she said. Her mouth was a half-smile, but her voice was all deadpan disbelief.
“Really,” he said. “I’ll prove it to you, don’t you worry. And there will be orgasms a-plenty along the way.”
“The least-serious
guy I’ve ever met is telling me he’s already serious about me?”
“I’m a man who knows what he wants,” said Ghost, leaning down to kiss her firmly. “And you, my beautiful Valkyrie, are not a one-night stand. Any man who looks at you and thinks that is a fucking idiot.”
Bridget didn’t answer. She stared into his eyes with a bit of a pained expression, like she wanted to argue with him, but was deciding against it.
“I like that you are a soldier,” added Ghost. “I think it’s hot.”
Bridget looked up at him, thinking. She said, “It’s not that I’m ashamed of my service or anything. I just don’t like talking to civilians about it. They don’t get it, and they ask stupid questions.”
“Don’t blame you,” he said, pushing hair away from her face. “And you don’t have to talk about it with me. I just want you to know you can. I wasn’t military, exactly, but I’ll understand.”
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