“Are you gonna to be able to ride on my bike in that dress?” Axel asked, not hiding the fact that he was staring at my bare legs. His eyes continued to roam up the curves of my calves to where the dress ended, brushing against my thighs. For a moment, his gaze lingered, and I could practically feel him undressing me in his mind.
“It shouldn’t be a problem. The dress isn’t too tight around my thighs.” I ran my hand along the hem, tugging it up slightly on purpose. I glanced up, fluttering my eyelashes, and his tongue snaked out wetting his lips. “I just may need a little help getting off and on.”
A grin spread across his face, and he winked. “Oh, I’d be more than happy to help you get off.”
My face warmed, and I knew it had turned bright red. I kissed Gina on the cheek, and walked out the door, ignoring the butterflies, and just savoring Axel’s small touches: a brush of my arm, his hand at the base of my spine, guiding me, his fingertip on my chin as he strapped my helmet on. I grew more and more needy with each tiny contact. With my body pressed against his, and my arms wrapped around his hard chest as he revved the engine of the motorcycle, I very much understood why people found this so sexy. By the time he began heading down the road, I was ready to skip the restaurant altogether, and just head straight for dessert.
It surprised me when, after only a few blocks, he turned onto a residential street instead of toward the highway.
“Where are we?” I asked, when he pulled to a stop.
“I said I was going to take you to dinner. I never said anything about it being at a restaurant.” He winked.
I smiled, glad he had read my thoughts, as he helped me off the bike. “This is your place?”
“Yeah. I bought it right after I turned twenty-one. I wanted a place that was truly mine. A sanctuary, ya know?” He led me up a few steps as he unlocked a large wooden door.
He switched on a light, and I stepped inside, my eyes roaming around the room. The space was decorated with very modern pieces, flowing directly into a good-sized dining room and kitchen. I could smell something cooking in the oven, and my stomach growled in appreciation.
“You cooked?”
He chuckled, toeing out of his shoes, and taking his socks off. I don’t know what it is, but there’s something about a man’s bare feet that I found extremely sexy. “You seem surprised.”
I shrugged. “I guess I just assumed you would’ve gotten take-out or something. What is it? It smells amazing.”
He headed into the kitchen, and I followed. “It’s rack of lamb. And Paige,” he turned back, giving me a sultry look that held a promise behind it. “There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me yet, but I’m really, really lookin’ forward to sharin’ them all with you.”
He pulled me into a deep kiss, fusing our lips together with passion and a promise of things to come. I wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, as my mouth parted, allowing his tongue to slide in and dance with my own. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me against him until we were both backed against the counter.
I melted against him, lost in the amazing way he made me feel. His kiss was powerful and domineering, but soft and smooth at the same time. There was no fumbling or clashing of teeth, just the perfect unison of our mouths, each needing what the other offered.
All too soon, he ended the kiss, leaving me panting and desperate for more.
***
AXEL
It was so hard to pull my lips away from Paige, but I knew I needed to. If I didn’t put things on pause now, I never would, and after how things went last time, I needed her to see that I was in this for more than just gettin' her in bed. But good Lord, was it difficult. The way she responded to me made me ache to know what other ways she was responsive.
Shakin’ the thought from my head, I walked over to the refrigerator, and pulled out two side dishes that I had prepared earlier in the day, and placed them in the oven. Setting the temperature, I closed the oven, and strode over to the bar. “Would you like a drink? Wine? Or something harder?”
Paige smiled gently, and responded, “Wine, for now.”
I poured us a glass of the red wine I picked up earlier today, and handed it to her. “Cheers…to a night of sharing.”
She smiled and took a sip, placing the wine down, before she began pokin’ around the kitchen, pickin’ up grocery bags, condiments and seasonings. “So, you really did make this food, huh?”
“Are you skeptical of my abilities to feed a woman?” I teased.
She laughed. “You’re just breaking every preconceived idea I had in my head about what a badass biker is.” She walked over to the lamb, bent over, and uncovered the sizzling meat, takin’ a big whiff. “Mmm, impressive!”
I couldn’t take it anymore.
Approaching her swiftly from behind, I grabbed her hips, pressing them toward my body. She yelped in surprise, and jerked back up, grabbin’ my thighs. “You shouldn’t have bent over, Paige,” I whispered into her ear, givin’ the lobe a quick nip. “I can’t think straight when you shake that sweet ass at me.”
Her smile grew large as she glanced over her shoulder. “What? Like this?” she teased, bendin’ over a little more.
“You’re playing with fire,” I growled, movin’ my arms up her hips, across her stomach, and up to her chest.
“Good,” she cooed, “I’ve been looking forward to this all day.”
As I cupped my hands over her full breasts, I could feel her inhale sharply, and fall a little back into my body. “Is this what you’ve been longing for?” I asked, pinchin’ her hard nipples through her dress. Her head dipped back into my shoulders as I gave her a firm squeeze.
“So much,” she breathed, arching her breasts into my hands. “I can’t get you out of my mind. It’s all I think about,” she admitted.
I knew the feeling. I ran my right hand back down between her breasts, past her stomach, and toward her thighs. My hand slipped under the short hem of her dress, and grazed the bare soft skin underneath that I’d been dyin’ to touch from the moment I saw her. I moved my hand from the outside of her thigh up and across, slidin’ over her inner thigh. Pullin’ her dress up, I slid my hands between her legs. “Are you wet for me, Paige?”
“Dripping,” she moaned, as I slipped my hand under her thong, my fingers slidin’ along her folds. “Just thinking about seeing you tonight made me need to change my panties. Twice.”
My dick strained against my pants at her naughty words. Her body made it so easy for my fingers to explore. With every small movement, she twitched and melted. I followed the motions, and slid my middle finger inside her swollen pussy, causing her to gasp. With a squeeze of her breast with my left hand, I inched my finger further into her pussy before adding a second. She pressed further against me, pushin’ her ass directly against my rock hard erection as she spread her legs, invitin’ me in further. “Looks like you’ll need to change this pair, too,” I purred, ripping the small piece of lace, letting it slide down her leg. Her pussy was bare and slick as I ran my finger up and down her slit, dippin’ one finger in, and then another.
The tight muscles of her pussy clenched around my hand as she inhaled sharply. “Oh shit, Axel,” she cried, as I added a third and began pumping my hand in and out of her. He hips rocked, forcin’ my fingers deeper with every downward tilt. I rubbed my thumb over her clit, moving my right hand in a circular motion, until I knew she was tippin’ over the edge, and could not take it anymore. Before she reached the precipice, I pulled my fingers out, and stared into her pale green eyes. They were glazed over, and she smiled blissfully. I spun her around quickly, and pulled her face toward me, trailing the finger that had just been inside of her, and was still slick with her juices over her lips. Her tongue darted out, tastin’ herself on me.
“Fuck that’s hot,” I groaned, wantin’ that tongue and those lips wrapped around my painfully hard dick. I adjusted myself, really wishin’ I could take my pants off entirely. My dick twitched, wanting it’
s turn with her. Tonight, however, was about her. So, instead, I pulled her in for a deep kiss, tastin’ her sweet juices.
With my lips still firmly planted on her, I led her over to the clear part of the kitchen counter, and sat her on top of it. Movin’ my hands under her dress, I raised her legs up, placin’ them over my shoulders. I pushed her down on the counter, and slowly kissed her inner right thigh. Startin’ from her knees, I moved down between her legs. As I passed over her pussy, I let my chin graze her clit, feeling her body jerk in anticipation once more. I continued licking and kissing back up her left leg, not ready to give her what she craved just yet.
She gripped my shoulders, and whimpered, “You’re teasing me. Why are you teasing me?” I didn’t answer as I continued the path back down to her pussy.
I gave her drippin’ folds a gentle kiss, causin’ her to arch her back toward my head. “You like that?” I teased, giving her another kiss, this time with some tongue.
Once again, she arched forward, wanting more. “Please don’t make me wait any longer,” she begged.
“As you wish.” I began sucking and kissin’ her exposed lips and clit. Movin’ my tongue around her wet pussy, I worked my way inside her. I reached up under her bra with both hands, tuggin’ and twisting her hard nipples. I knew that the contradiction of my soft tongue and rough hands was drivin’ her crazy, makin’ her writhe below me, too worked up to form actual words. I targeted her clit with my tongue, circling and flicking, sucking and licking. I moved my head and mouth in unison with her gyrating motions.
Takin’ my right hand away from her breasts, I pushed three fingers into her as I continued to caress her clit with my mouth. Her pussy was so swollen, it engulfed my fingers, sucking them in further with each thrust. I slid my fingers in and out of her as my mouth and tongue followed at the same beat. She moaned loudly, and placed her hand on my head, runnin’ her fingers through my hair, pullin’ my head closer and closer into her pussy. Her breathing became deep and progressive with every moan that she let out. Her moans became more vocal as I pumped my fingers progressively deeper and quicker.
I knew she was close, so I curled my fingers upward inside her, lettin’ my pinky finger lightly graze her asshole. She jerked her body, arching her entire body at the new sensation.
“You like that?” I asked, wantin’ to be sure before going further. Her pussy juices had already slickened the area as I explored the possibility, hopin’ she’d say yes.
“Yes, Axel!” she cried, panting. “I’m so close.”
I moved my curled fingers back and forth, hitting her G-spot directly with every other motion for a few more minutes before stretchin’ my pinky toward the puckered hole once more. She fought to breathe normally, as she grew closer and closer to coming. Giving her clit another flick of my tongue before sucking it into my mouth, I slipped my pinky inside her tight ass, moving it slowly in time with the other fingers.
That added sensation was all she needed to push herself over the edge. Her right hand gripped her tits, and she squeezed hard while her other hand tightened, knotting in my hair, and firmly pushin’ my face into her pulsing pussy. Her entire body arched up.
“Axel! Holy Fuck!” she screamed, thrusting her body upward.
I slowed my fingers, as she began to lower her body back onto the kitchen counter, now wet from her heated body. I gave her clit one final lick, kissin’ it before I slid my fingers out of her. I made my way up her body, and pulled her into a sitting position once again. Her hair was a mess, and she had a dazed look on her face. She smiled, and pulled my face toward her lips. Her hands slid down my chest toward my belt.
I grabbed her hands around the wrist, stopping her. “Dinner’s ready.”
SIX
PAIGE
The bright morning sun streamed through the sheer curtain in Axel’s bedroom, waking me up far earlier than I was prepared for. We’d stayed up well past four in the morning, and I was exhausted. A very happy exhausted, but tired nonetheless. I rolled over, snuggling deeper into his hard chest, savoring the moment.
The more I got to know Axel, the more I liked. Last night, after the amazing appetizer he gave me, we enjoyed a long, leisurely dinner before talking for hours under the stars on his patio, drinking two full bottles of wine before making our way to the bedroom where we made love for hours.
We’ve had an amazing connection from the moment we met. He was also by far the best sex I’d ever had in my life. Good God, he knew what he was doing. I was unequivocally in lust with him, all too quickly heading toward love, and I didn’t think I could ever get enough.
His arm tightened around me as he kissed my forehead. “Now, this is a sight I can get used to wakin’ up to.”
I ran my fingertips through his smattering of chest hair. “I couldn’t agree more. Except, maybe not so early?”
He pulled me closer, tilting my chin with his finger as he kissed my deeply. “Mmm. Who needs sleep?”
He trailed kisses down my jaw, rolling on top of me. We were both still naked, and his hard length was primed for action. “You don’t have anywhere you need to be, right? I get you all to myself this mornin’?”
He entered me in one motion, both of us letting out a contented sigh. He rocked his hips as I tilted toward him. “I’m yours,” I sighed, as his nimble fingers found my aching breasts.
“Perfect, because I did not get nearly enough time last night with these beautiful tits. I swear I could spend hours with them.” He tweaked them, causing me to cry out as pleasure shot through me. “I love how responsive you are,” he smiled, before drawing one of the tightened buds into his mouth.
“Ohh!” I cried, matching his rhythm. His hand slid down my belly, reaching my swollen clit, and rubbed, bringing me closer and closer. “Axel! Yes!”
Through my haze of pleasure, I could hear a buzzing. I tried to block it out, but it became louder and louder.
“Fuck! It’s the club ringtone. Shit.” He slowed his pumping, and reached over, answering the phone. “Someone had better be good and dead, because, if not, they’re about to be.”
I couldn’t hear much of the person on the other line, only getting bits and pieces of words. Axel’s mouth drew into a hard line, and I knew something was wrong. “Fine. I’ll be there in twenty.”
He threw the phone on the ground, and rolled off me, sighing in frustration. I sat up, drawing the sheet up over my chest. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry, Paige. I have to go. There’s some club shit that’s come up.”
“That’s okay, I understand.” I tried to keep the disappointment off my face. It wasn’t like he wanted to leave either. “Do you have time to drop me back off, or should I call a taxi?”
He shook his head. “No, of course I’ll drop you back off. Besides, I’ll need to get Blaze anyway. He’ll need to come, too.”
Twenty minutes later, I was once again on the back of Axel’s bike, my arms firmly around his waist. I only loosened my grip when he pulled up my driveway, parking his bike next to Blaze’s.
He called Blaze’s cell, but there was no answer. “Do you think he’s still asleep?”
“Probably.” He rolled his eyes. “Fuck, we were supposed to be in church five minutes ago.” He started to get off his bike.
“No, it’s okay. Just go. I’ll wake him when I get inside, and tell him to meet you.”
“You sure? I feel like a dick just droppin’ you off at the curb like this.”
I smiled, giving him a languorous kiss on the lips. “Just hurry back, okay?” His eyes lit up, flames of lust dancing in them. I planted one more kiss on his lips before pushing away. “Go! Before you’re even later!”
I watched his bike roll down the street before turning and heading to the front door. It was unlocked, which I thought was odd, especially after yesterday’s events.
“Gina? Blaze? You awake?” I called, heading inside.
Something cold and hard pressed against my temple. “Ah, there’s the bitch who
thought she had the right to take away what was mine. Poisoning her against me.”
Chubs’s voice sent a chill down my spine as a lump formed in my throat. He and two other men stood in the living room, each armed with guns. “No, you’re supposed to be in jail.” My eyes scanned the room until I found Gina bloodied and beaten, lying in the corner in a heap. “Oh my God, Gina!” I started to run to her, not caring about the gun pointed at me.
A thick, meaty hand grabbed my arm, squeezing so hard I spun around. His fist followed, striking me so hard that it knocked me to the ground, and left my vision blurred.
“Get rid of her. The bitch needs to be taught a lesson. Make sure she’s not able to interfere in my business again,” Chubs ordered one of the other men.
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