by Chiah Wilder
“You like it dark and wild?” he breathed against her lips.
“What do you mean?” she panted as she slipped her hands beneath his T-shirt.
“Some tying up and spanking. You got the perfect ass for it.” He peppered kisses along her jawline.
Hell yeah! She’d always wanted to explore the more unconventional side of sex, but she’d never trusted Chewy enough. Plus, for a couple of years before she’d left, he had usually been so drunk or drugged out that their coupling consisted of a few hard squeezes to her breasts and him pounding into her until he came. She didn’t know Throttle that well, but she trusted him and knew he wouldn’t hurt her.
“Bring it on.” She scratched him, hard.
“Fuck, baby.” He yanked her away from the wall and walked her over to a closed door, all the while squeezing her ass and kissing the side of her neck. He backed her against it and pulled away. His gaze travelled over her, lingering at her crotch and breasts. “Take off your dress,” he ordered.
The tone of his voice made a single shiver zing up her spine. She slowly pulled her dress over her head and tossed it on a chair next to them.
“Turn around and bend over.”
She complied, and his shallow breaths behind her tingled her skin as the fire burned in her like a torch.
“Take off your panties and spread your legs wide.”
She shimmied out of her lace bikinis and tossed them behind her, hoping they fell on him. “Like this?” she asked innocently, spreading her legs and bending down low so her ass stuck up in the air, giving him a good view of her glistening pussy. She was so damn wet; he was the only man who could make her wet just by a touch or the sound of his voice.
He whistled low. “Damn, woman. You got a beautiful ass.” She heard his footsteps as he approached. When he planted his hands on her ass and dug into her soft globes, she thought she was gonna climax.
“You like it? I like the way you touch it.”
“Is it a virgin ass?” He kept squeezing her ass cheeks.
“No, but I’ve only done it a few times and didn’t like it.”
He bent over her back and his hot breath went over her ear. “When I take your ass, you’re gonna love it. We’ll have to go slow, but I’ll get you ready for me. You want my cock to fuck your ass?”
“I’d like it, but you’re so big.”
“It’ll take time, but I’ll stretch you to where you can take all of me. I’m gonna love fucking it, and it belongs to me.” He pulled up from her back a bit and unhooked her bra, letting it fall on the floor beneath her. Then he cupped her tits and tugged them, flicking his finger across her nipples until they hardened. “Love the way your nipples get so hard. I’ll suck them later.”
She moaned and wiggled, her ass swaying and grinding against his dick. “If you keep doing that, I’m gonna come, and I’m not ready to do that yet.” He massaged her globes again, then straightened her up and turned her around. He kissed her deep and wet, then went over to a drawer in his nightstand and took out a rope and two padded cuffs.
When she saw them, her nerve endings snapped and sizzled. An ache danced through her breasts and, between her thighs, her mound throbbed wildly. There was something about this man that made a fire rage inside her.
He came back over, the bulge in his pants very large, and opened the door. She saw it was a bathroom, and she wondered if he wanted to take a shower together. “Lift your arms.”
When she raised her arms overhead, he grasped her wrists and placed the cuffs on them then placed the rope through the large rings on both of the cuffs, bringing her arms together. Then he looped the rope over an exercise bar, yanking on it hard. The movement lifted her so she was on her tiptoes. He secured the rope and stared at her, his bulge growing bigger. He exhaled. “If it gets to be too much tonight, tell me. Say ‘checkers’ and I’ll stop, okay?”
“Checkers? Okay.” Her body tingled with anticipation.
Throttle yanked off his shirt, kicked off his boots, then shrugged out of his jeans and boxers. Her gaze latched on to his rock-hard dick, its tip glistening. She craved to take it all in her mouth and suck on it. He skimmed his hands down the sensitive stretch of her skin along the sides of her body, then kissed her up and down, leaving a trail of goose bumps in his wake. “Keep your legs open,” he ordered as he kissed his way down her body. She gasped when he lightly bit and kissed around her belly button, down past her hips, then landed on her inner thighs. She squirmed, the rope holding her in place. With his fingers, he scratched a sweet agony from under her armpits down to where he was kissing so close to her throbbing pussy.
For several minutes he teased her, kissing, licking, and stroking everywhere but where she craved the most. “I need you inside me,” she rasped.
He chuckled against her flesh. “Not yet” was all he said, and his wickedly delicious mouth kept torturing her as she twisted above him. When she tried to close her legs to relieve some of the pulsing, he’d order her to keep them open, and she obeyed.
When his tongue finally came very close to her wet, hungry mound, he stood up. “Why’d you stop?” Frustration laced her voice.
“I want to taste your tits.”
His hand molded over her breasts and he kneaded them, squeezing them roughly. “I love the way your tits fit in my hand.” He pulled a pink nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before he closed his lips tightly, sucking deeply. She moaned and arched her back, pushing her nipple further into his mouth. He bit on it and, with his other hand, twisted and pinched her other nipple, bringing her a flood of pleasure mixed with pain. She was in sweet agony, and her body was flushed and sensitive to his every touch.
Throttle was breathing heavily as he played with every part of her body except her pussy, which drove her to the edge of lunacy. When she didn’t think she could take it any longer, he untied her arms and they fell down, tingling as the feeling came back into them. He led her over to the bed and pushed her on her back as he knelt down, straddling her.
“Suck my cock,” he commanded, his dick brushing hot and hard against the smooth skin right under her breasts before coming up to her open mouth. She took him in and sucked him greedily, her eyes fixed on his. “That feels so fuckin’ good, baby.” He played with her tits while he shoved his cock in and out of her mouth.
Then he pulled out and ordered her to turn around and get on her knees. She did as she was told, and he spread her knees wide and buried his finger into her wet folds.
“Fuck, you really want it, don’t you, babe? You’re dripping. I love that.”
He stroked her over and over, and the pulse in her pussy throbbed with a hungry need to feel him inside her. “Please fuck me,” she moaned as the tension built.
“I’m gonna fuck you hard. You’re so damn ready, but first I want to bite your soft, round ass.” He leaned down and kissed, licked, and bit her ass cheeks while he stroked her sweet spot to marble hardness.
When he smacked her ass hard, the pain from the sting coupled with the delicious flicks of his finger on her clit made her explode, the waves of pleasure spreading through her like a rushing river. She moaned and panted, then turned and looked into Throttle’s hunger-filled eyes.
He dug his fingers into her flesh and drove into her hard and fast. She ground her ass hotly against him, taking every inch of his pulsing cock deep inside her. The sound of their bodies slapping into each other fueled her passion, and the flame within her exploded as crashing ecstasy ripped through her. When she came, her grunts and moans filled the room as she lost herself in her orgasm. Soon, Throttle’s deep growl pulsed in her ears as thick streams of warmth released inside her clinging walls.
He collapsed on her back, breathing just as hard as she was, then laid down on his side and drew her to him, her back pressed tight against his chest and stomach. He stroked her still trembling body and kissed her head.
“You were fuckin’ awesome,” he murmured against her hair.
“Wow. I’ve
never experienced anything like that.” She placed her hands on top of his. “I’m glad I stopped by. I hope you don’t treat all your guests like this.” She chuckled.
He hugged her closer to him. “Just you, babe. Only you.”
She looked at the way the moonlight filtered in through the slats of the blinds, and she caught a star twinkling in the night sky. As she stared at it, her eyelids drooped and soon she fell fast asleep in his arms.
* * *
The early morning rays peeked through the closed blinds, creating thin yellow-white stripes on the floor. Kimber fluttered her eyes open, and for a moment a sense of panic overtook her; she didn’t recognize where she was. A warm breath caressed her cheek and she turned over on her side, a big smile spreading over her face when she saw Throttle sleeping soundly. Of course. I’m in Throttle’s room. Damn, I had too much to drink, but I don’t regret one damn thing I did. Her memories of the previous night were clear, and she recalled the ecstasy of being held against his strong arms as they screwed most of the night. Watching him as he slept, she felt a warm glow flow through her. For the first time in the past several years, she was blissfully happy—the giddy and saccharine type.
She looped her arm around his trim waist and snuggled close to him, breathing in his manly scent. Brushing her lips across his side, she remembered how furious he’d made her the first time they’d met. Deep down, she’d known he was danger because he’d evoked such strong feelings in her. At that moment, pressed against his warm body, she couldn’t think of wanting to be with anyone else but him. A nagging inner voice kept reminding her that she’d been his new toy, and she couldn’t count on him for more than what they’d shared the previous night. Squeezing her eyes shut, she choked down that thought and chose to relive their awesome night together.
“You’re up early,” he said hoarsely. He nuzzled his face in her hair. “Did you sleep good?”
She tilted her head up and kissed his chin. “Oh yeah. I hope I didn’t wake you. You looked so peaceful as you slept.”
“You didn’t wake me up.” He took her hand and put it on his hard shaft. “My dick wants more of your sweet pussy.” He rolled her over on her back and loomed over her, lowering his head to capture her lips.
She chuckled. “You’re so bad.”
“Fuck yeah.”
Then his tongue made a searing path down her ribs, to her stomach, and finally to her aching mound. She pushed her head further into the pillow, closed her eyes, and reveled in all the wickedly delicious sensations building in her body, releasing herself completely to his touch.
After a couple hours, Kimber slipped her dress over her head, loving the way Throttle watched her every move. For now, he seemed fascinated with her, and she had to admit she was hooked on him. She wasn’t sure if he saw her as something more than a good fuck, but he certainly acted attentive and interested. Just have a good time and don’t put pressure on you or him. You know how his world is.
“What’re you thinking about? Your face is so serious, and you got that cute frown that means something’s on your mind.”
She smiled. “It’s nothing. I was just thinking about school and my project.” She turned away so he couldn’t see the deception in her eyes. “I need to be going.” She zipped up her boots.
“We’re gonna go for a ride.”
She pointed to her dress. “Like this? I don’t think so. Anyway, I have some work to do on my project.”
“I’ll follow you home to change. I’m not asking you. I’m telling you we’re going on a ride. I want you behind me, pressed against me.”
“You love giving orders, don’t you?” she asked, trying hard to hide the smile whispering on her lips.
Walking past her, he smacked her butt. “Let’s go, babe.”
* * *
She slipped her tool kit into her tote and walked out of her bedroom. “I haven’t ridden bitch in years. I love riding on my own.”
“I want you against me. I’ve only let one other woman ride with me, and that was a long time ago.”
“So you’re telling me I should be honored?”
“Damn straight.”
“Were you born with your big-ass ego, or did you develop it as you grew?”
His lips curled in a smirk. “It’s in my blood. What about you? Have you always been a smart-ass know-it-all?”
“Yep. My dad raised me the right way. He taught me that I could do anything I ever wanted as long as I believed in myself. For him, it didn’t matter if I was a girl or a boy. He was the best.”
In a heartbeat, Throttle was at her side, drawing her to him. He kissed her gently on her lips. “You’re different from any other woman I’ve been with.”
“How many have you been with?” She pressed closer to him.
“Too many to remember. They all mix together, but none of them held their own like you. The women I’ve known go out of their way to act stupid and helpless, and you do the opposite. And I like that you let up and realized you do need a man in your life.”
“And that man is you?” She licked the top of his ear, then drew his earlobe in her mouth and sucked gently.
“Fuck yeah,” he gritted. “And don’t even think of being with another man.” He pushed into her and his hardness poked at her soft flesh. A heated rush of desire flooded her, and she dug her nails in to his back. “Feels good, babe.”
Breathless, she pulled away. “If you’re trying to have me agree to ride with you, it’s working.”
“I already decided that. This is because I can’t get enough of you. I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing to me, babe, but you’re on my mind all the time.”
“Even when you didn’t call me? Admit you were too proud.”
He moved the hair from the side of her neck and lavished the spot with slow, wet kisses. “I don’t chase chicks.” His lips on her skin vibrated when he spoke, and it sent shivers up her spine.
“Never?” She moved her head further to the side so he had access to all her sensitive spots that drove her wild.
“Nope.” He pulled down the strap on her top, exposing her shoulder. Then he kissed it over and over before his mouth trailed up her neck, over her jawline, and landed on her soft lips.
She groaned in pleasure, her fingers tugging on his ponytail, then pushed herself away. “We better get going.”
“What the fuck? You gonna leave me like this?” He cupped his hardness in his hand.
“Looks like I am.” She laughed, grabbed her sunglasses, and opened the front door. “You coming?”
Shaking his head, he walked over, lowered his head, and kissed her hard, his hand tweaking her nipples. A rush of heat spread over her like a blowtorch and she began to move closer to him, but he opened the screen door and walked out into the brightness of the day. Taking several deep breaths to steady herself, she watched as he strode over to his Harley. Since she first saw his kickass bike, she’d wanted to feel it between her thighs. She’d never let on how stoked she was to ride on it, and she was actually thrilled to ride bitch, which surprised her.
Since she’d bought her own bike, she never wanted to ride behind a man anymore, and that had pissed the hell out of Chewy. She held firm to it, and not until she saw Throttle straddle his Harley had she even considered riding bitch again. The man was just as powerful as his iron machine, and she was falling for him.
“You coming?”
She nodded. “Just need to set the alarm.” She didn’t move, her body pulsing as she took him in: sunglasses on his tan face, his T-shirt pulled tight across a thickly muscled chest, and inked tattoo lines running out from under the fabric and down his arms. Damn, he’s sexy. There was something about him that drove her wild, made her do irrational things. He had a dark vibe that gave off raw power, heat, and sinful intent, drawing her to him like a magnet.
“Babe? Did you forget your password? You’re just standing in the doorway.”
His voice broke through her heated thoughts. “No. I’m good.” Just
admiring you, that’s all. She tore herself away from the door and, looking at him, set the alarm and locked the door behind her. “All set.” She flashed him a smile while handing him her tote.
“Fuck. What the hell do you have in here?” He placed it in his saddlebag.
“Brought along some tools just in case.”
He shook his head, then brushed his lips across hers. “You really are a kook, you know that? Damn, never thought I’d be with a woman who brought her own tools.”
“You’re getting used to me. That’s cool.”
“Yeah, pink hair and all.”
She laughed and settled on the seat. When he got on, she wrapped her arms around his waist, loving how his hard ripples felt under her fingertips. With a jerk, the Harley roared to life and jumped away from the curb, speeding through the small streets of the town. When he pulled into the parking lot of a strip mall, she wondered what he was doing. After killing the switch, he helped her off the bike.
“What’re we doing here?” she asked.
“I wanted to buy some booze for our outing.” He grabbed her hand and they walked into the liquor store.
The blast of cold air felt good since the temperature had already crept up to ninety-five degrees. Throttle went straight to the whiskey aisle, Kimber following behind him. While he was looking through the various bottles, she noticed a tall, striking woman staring at them. She had dark brown hair, shapely legs that went on forever, big breasts, and a small waist—a biker’s wet dream. She strolled over to Throttle. “Hi again,” she said, lightly touching his shoulder and ignoring Kimber.
Throttle spun around, his face turning hard when he saw the woman. “Hey.” He turned back to studying the whiskey.
The woman inched closer. “What’re you up to?” Her hand moved from his shoulder to his tatted bicep.
His sigh was audible, and Kimber saw him scrub his hand over his face. “We’re in a liquor store so it’s a no-brainer—getting booze.” He gripped a bottle of Jack and grinned at Kimber. “Finally found it. Fuck, they shove the good stuff to the back. Damn weird.”