A sexual awakening, and she hadn’t even known she’d been asleep until she’d entered this dreamy world.
Goddamn, she’s so fucking gorgeous, even more so than in the pictures.
“One of these days, yeah, maybe I’ll give it a try—making love with a woman, that is. But there’re a lot of things being…introduced to me today. And there’s only one I’m interested in at the moment.”
He ran his fingers through her hair while the water rinsed out the sticky mess. The texture of the strands awed him. It was like combing his hands through thick, pillow-soft cotton threads.
Her words sank in. He met her gaze as water dribbled down her cheeks and delicate jaw and into her cleavage. He was hard, harder than he’d ever been, but he’d be damned if he’d consummate this bond right here in the middle of Wild Biker Town, USA. Well. He would if she insisted. These parties often evolved into pockets of orgies off in corners, or all-the-way wild sex antics on stage. But he had too much respect for her. He wanted their first time to be special.
Not to mention he wanted her all to himself with no prying eyes or leering or cheering.
“And what would that be?” Diego asked, pulling her soaked, bikini-clad body into his embrace. She molded to him like clay. A groan escaped his clamped teeth when she wiggled her pelvis, abrading it over his hard-on.
Either the Long Island Teas had torn down her inhibitions, or he’d found himself a blooming gem.
She wound her arms around his neck and kissed him. She tasted of powdered sugar, cherry gelatin and liquor all at once. “Scoundrel,” she whispered against his mouth.
“Damn. Do you realize I came this close,” Diego said, holding up his thumb and forefinger and peering between them, “to dragging you out of that pit by your hair and into the nearest cave?”
She blinked her spiked lashes. Her water-glistened face spread into a slow grin. Then she broke out in the most infectious, adorable laugh he’d ever heard. He ached to hear that in his bed during the afterglow of lovemaking.
“Somehow—” She tried to get her words out between giggle fits and wiping at tears. “Somehow I can see that really well. Caveman suits you.”
He suppressed a smirk and grunted in caveman fashion. “Come on, woman. Let’s go before I take you right here under the sun, in front of everyone.”
Her eyes glinted with lust. She thrust her lips in a pout and held out her arms. “But I’m all wet and still kind of gooey.” Her breasts were perky beneath the bright-pink bikini top, her abdomen tanned and flat, her navel filled with gelatin. He longed to slurp her up, to lick and taste every inch of her satiny skin.
And he would before this day ended.
“That’s not a problem in the least, but…” He grabbed her hand and led her toward his bike. He had no idea how he was going to make the ride back to Tampa with this incessant erection. “I’d rather have you all wet and gooey in my bed instead of here. C’mon, slide those sexy jeans up over that hot bikinied ass and let’s get the hell outa here.”
Chapter Five
They tumbled through the door in a tangle of limbs and a flurry of passion. Panting with their lips locked, they unfastened each other’s jeans. Britt ripped off Diego’s jacket. He toed off his boots and kicked them aside. They broke the kiss long enough for Diego to peel Britt’s shirt off, leaving her upper body in just the bikini top.
“Mmmm, you drove me nuts all day today. Can’t wait anymore. Gotta get inside you. Now.” He growled against her mouth and shoved the door shut behind him. His hands shook while he worked at untying the lower string of her bikini bra.
“Yes, oh yes.” Britt felt like a strung bow ready to snap. The fast ride home with the motorcycle vibrating against her wet pussy, her erect nipples abrading over Diego’s back and his hips wedged between her thighs, proved tempting enough to turn a nun into a slut. She loved the way the white t-shirt clung to him now that the jacket had been shed, but it had to go too. Britt jerked the shirt over his head. Her eyes devoured. God, but he was built like a brick wall. Her gaze feasted on the firm swell of chest, the rippled abs and the dark nipples.
All male.
Pure, raging animal.
Definitely a scoundrel.
Arms bulged, stretching several tattoos taut across tanned deltoids and biceps, just as she’d imagined. His chest rose and fell with his excited breathing, and she thought of a wolf spotting his prey, growling, ready to attack.
His thick hard-on peeped from the opened zipper of his jeans and snug boxer-briefs. She swallowed, the sound audible in the quiet of the room. A trickle of hot honey oozed onto her already wet suit when she caught sight of the tiny white pearl of pre-cum on the tip.
That did it. Her gaze searched the room for a place to settle in.
“In front of the fireplace,” he offered, seeming to read her mind. “I’ll crank up the air-conditioning to freezing and at the same time turn the fireplace on. Turn you on.”
She shook her head. “Oh, you already have, believe me.”
The gleam in his eyes and his swollen cock told her what he intended. He didn’t even have to say the words. He locked his gaze on hers, jerked her into his arms and held her tight against his body. “Blankets. I’ll get some blankets, light candles, maybe pour some wine. Do you like wine?”
“Yes, yes.” She clung to him, kissed his salty neck, relished the hardness of him. Lord, why hadn’t she sampled a man like him before now?
He ground her cunt against his erection. “Oh, and roses.”
“Roses?”
He lifted one of her breasts, still covered by the bikini top, and kneaded it until she thought she’d explode between her legs. Her nipple hardened to a painful knot as it scraped over the fabric and his palm.
“Yes. I want to smell them on you, rub them on your silky flesh. See you surrounded by them.” He traced a fingertip from her breasts up to her neck. A blaze of fire followed. “You’re so hot, so gorgeous. You need to be cradled by beauty.” He pulled on the last bikini string and tossed the garment aside. The move came effortlessly and her mounds sprang free.
How ironic. One of the shots Lexi had taken of her had been one where she lay on a bed of rose petals…
But the glitter in his eyes distracted her. It sent a tingle through her body and made her brain go numb. And that wasn’t all that made her mind go to mush. “You have some more roses? But why do you need— Ooh…” It escaped from her throat when his warm mouth latched on to her nipple. “Oh my gawd.”
She threw her head back and arched into him, fighting to get closer.
His tongue laved, lapped, and despite their hurried activity since first stumbling through the door, he slowed down to a maddening pace. He suckled at her breasts, first one, then the other, while his hands moved in a worshipping path up, down, around her body. Curls of wanton smoke wound through her chest and settled deep in her womb. The pull of it made another gush of cream soak her labia.
“Y-you already brought me some at my place,” she replied, barely able to get the words out.
“I bought two bouquets for you, one in case we came back here.” He set her from him. Her legs felt like rubber bands. She leaned against the door to keep from collapsing to the floor.
He bought me more flowers.
“Hold on.” He sauntered off, bumped up the air-conditioning and flipped on the gas fireplace as he passed by. The flames ignited and danced inside the brick hearth. He disappeared into a back room and reemerged with an armful of pillows and blankets.
Naked.
His cock was the largest, hardest she’d ever seen.
Her mouth went dry. She averted her stare, turned and bent, trying to find a distraction in removing her Nikes. But that only ate up a few seconds, so she pushed down her jeans, slid her feet out and kicked the shoes aside. Adrenaline pumped through her bloodstream. She was eager, no doubt about that, yet she was petrified to turn around.
“Damn, you have a nice ass,” he murmured on a moan.
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sp; When she turned back around, he knelt on a bed of blankets with a tissue-wrapped bouquet of roses in one hand, while he plucked the blooms with the other. Even while holding the flowers he had a hard, lethal look about him, one that took her breath away. When he sprinkled the petals over the blanket and pillows, something familiar pulled at her again. Did she hear warning bells reverberating deep in her subconscious?
She didn’t have time to heed her own thoughts. He glanced up and the dangerous expression caused her mind to go to total pulp yet again. The eyes smoldered with the promise of needs she had yet to learn. He jerked the band from his hair and raked it backward over his scalp. It fell behind his shoulders, sexy, thick, while dark nipples tightened into buds that made her thirst to taste them.
Her gaze became bolder, moved lower. She studied the narrowness of his tanned hips and the jut of his cock. The long thickness pressed upward against his flat abdomen, stretching beyond the indentation of his navel. She let go of what modesty she had left and imagined that part of him shoving into her, bringing her to heights of climax perhaps she’d never seen before.
“Come here.” He held out his hand. “Come lay with me. Now.”
The gruff, dominant tone sent a thrill through her body. With her gaze glued to his, she obeyed and glided toward him in a dreamlike state. Her pussy pulsated, heating up her sex. He’d lit candles, and along with the fireplace, they flickered in her peripheral vision, their dancing flames reflected in the glassy shimmer of his eyes. Shadows and radiance beckoned from every muscle of that powerful body, the shift of light now and then emphasizing his prowess and power.
“Your bikini bottoms. Take them off,” he ordered when she reached the edge of the bed he’d prepared.
The sweet fragrance of roses filled her nostrils. Something almost contrary and yet right dawned on her about seeing him there, the rough and handsome biker kneeling on the petals, ordering her about, expecting her to obey. It made her body tremble. Why this sudden change in her preference in men? She wasn’t quite sure, but it caused her to swoon with naughtiness. By one chance of fate, a random incident of colliding into each other in the drugstore had given her a glimpse of the forbidden dark side. From the start, there had been no subtle nuances. No gallant exteriors had disguised the rawness. No, he’d been the rogue from the first second she’d fallen into his arms. Normally with a bad boy such as this, she would have sprinted in the other direction.
But not with Diego.
Yet something nagged at her. Why was that?
Britt shook it off. It proved damn hard to think with him eating her alive with such a penetrating look. Defying her own subtle instincts, she obeyed his command, plucked the ties at her hips.
“No.”
Her nipples tingled at the brusque tone. Britt paused. She looked into eyes gleaming so feral it sent a strange chill straight up her spine. “No? No what?”
“Never mind. Leave the bikini on for now. Mmmm, I bet it’s soaked.”
His commandeering way had done just that—soaked her bikini. She’d never before been with a man who took charge this way during sex. Maybe that had been the problem all along, the reason sex or relationships or all those boring businessmen had never been a priority or a burning need before now. All along, maybe she’d desired to let go in the bedroom, to have a man in her bed who’d take control and relieve her of the burden of having to assume responsibility for both their pleasures.
But now there was Diego. He owned his own bike shop, tinkered with greasy, complicated engines and wasn’t apologetic in the least about it. He smoked, he went to wild biker parties. He dominated his woman and made it known he would be the aggressor in the relationship. He’d picked her up off the floor at the drugstore, maneuvered her into a date in such a way she’d had no choice. He’d whisked her away on his motorcycle. He’d taken charge and seduced her from the very start. From that first smoldering look, a light touch of the hand, it had been apparent he would be an expert lover.
She liked the refreshing change and it thrilled her to be the passive participant for once. Until now she hadn’t realized just how much of a turn-on it could be to relinquish the power to a man, to be pampered and worshipped to the point of breathlessness.
“Britt.” The firm, deep pitch snapped her out of her thoughts.
“Hm?”
“Do it.” He gestured, jutting his jaw toward her. “Undo just one side. But not the other.”
The pleasure of anticipation shuddered through her. What was he up to? Britt pulled on the one hip string as instructed and let it drop. Her gaze stayed locked on his. The right side of the bikini dangled down but it remained secured on her left hip. Warm air caressed the bared skin. She shuddered. It caused her loose hair to graze the small of her back.
He licked his lips and wrapped a hand around his cock, stroked up, down, up, down. Britt had never watched a man do that before. Whorls of heat licked at her cunt in response. The fire danced behind him, outlining his sculpted body in flames. She wanted nothing more than to devour him, to be devoured, to have that shaft penetrating her wetness.
“Now the other side. Untie it. Slowly. Then let the suit fall.”
Britt inhaled, reached for the string. Bit by bit she pulled on the tie, aware of the subtle scrape with each inch she went. Her pulse pounded in her ears and her mouth watered as the garment fell down and hit the rose petals between her feet. She stood naked for his hungry stare.
“Beautiful. So fucking beautiful.” He intensified the rhythm on his rod. His breaths came ragged. He knelt on the blanket with the rose petals spread before him. “Come here. Lie down in front of me.”
She did as he ordered, the petals soft on the soles of her feet as she padded across the blanket. The heat from the fire embraced her. She sighed, lying back on the rose-covered pillow with one leg stretched on either side of his knees. The pungent floral scent engulfed her, but instead she longed to be surrounded by him, by the aroma of his clean scent and the power of his body.
“Very good.” He nodded his approval and continued to jerk himself off. She saw that the head of his penis had grown swollen and purple, as if it would burst at any moment. The sight of it sent another wave of lust through her loins. She could just imagine its girth pushing through her tight sheath, her cream coating it inch by inch, that final groan when the head grazed over her G-spot and settled at the tip of her womb.
Britt swallowed a thick lump. Oh god help me.
His gaze raked over her, into her. It sent frissons of sparks across her flesh. “Now spread that gorgeous hair out across the pillow.”
She liked the strained, almost out-of-control tone to his voice. It made her long to please him, to take her time while she obeyed his orders just to see how far she could push him before he snapped.
Britt combed her hands through her long tresses and fanned the locks across the petal-covered pillow. It stirred the rosy fragrance further, intensifying the sensual mood. He licked his lips in response and it made her yearn to kiss them, to attack and consume. But she held back and waited, anticipating whatever commands would come next.
“Raise your ass so I can see your pretty pussy better.” His feral gaze branded every inch of her skin, finally coming to rest on her cunt.
She groaned and raised her hips, waiting for his next order.
The upward undulation of her pelvis wrought a pleased moan from him. “Now I want you to open yourself and show me your clit and your wetness.”
Britt let out a strangled moan when she started to do just that but her foot slipped on a few petals. It forced him to let go of his cock and catch her just as he had in the drugstore.
He eased her ass to the floor and bent over her on all fours. His wild gaze traveled up her body, drilling into hers. A barely contained restraint glowed in his eyes, and she knew a moment of her own power, of her own dominance, despite becoming the submissive in this little game he played with her.
“Have you ever heard of a safe word?” He leaned down
and blew a hot puff of air on her right nipple. It hardened into a tight pebble and sent a lash of heat straight to her womb.
“A safe word? N-no, I haven’t.”
He reached for her abandoned bikini. “Put your hands on your belly.”
She did as he ordered. Her heart raced, waiting to see what he’d do next.
He didn’t take long. He wound and secured the bra around both wrists.
“Son of a bitch, so damn pretty.” He scoured the coals of his eyes over her. “Mm, yeah, kinkiness definitely suits you.”
Diego placed a knee over one of her thighs, then the other, pinning her legs together. His erect cock and tight sac loomed just above her moist pussy. A buzz of ecstasy pulsed through her. At first she thought he’d planned to move higher, to crawl up and slide his rod between her lips. Her mouth salivated at that thought and she imagined it would taste salty and bitter at once. But instead, Diego closed his legs tighter and held her thighs captive between his knees.
“You’ll need a safe word, babe, a word that means stop, because I’m going to do things to you. Things you’re going to discover you love, and some that I suspect you’ve never had done to you before. But I’m warning you, these things…they’ll be naughty, wicked. And completely irresistible.”
He yanked her bound arms above her head, closed a hot palm over the globe of one breast and touched his lips to hers. His eyes remained open and stared into hers as he snaked his tongue out to trace her mouth. He waited, a predator sampling his live prey just before the kill, calm yet prepared to pounce as soon as she murmured what her safe word would be.
“Give me a word, babe. Any word at all.”
She thought of her bikini, now wound around her wrists. “Pink,” she choked out, unable to stand the tortured suspense any longer of what depravity his lessons might include.
That one colorful little word was all it took. The floodgates burst open. He held her arms over her head with the ties and flipped her over with a growl so that her bare ass became his for the taking.
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