The dingy town took on a whole new appearance from the back of the bike to the point where it was almost beautiful. Buildings that were usually menacing and foreboding through the day time—and just plain eerie on my regular journey home—had a kind of homely orange glow late at night that they never seemed to have when I was walking.
Strands of my hair, that were poking out from under the helmet, flapped and whipped around my neck issuing a mixture of scratches and tickles that were kind of distracting. But nevertheless, I clung onto Six, my arms only just circling his broad body. The vibration of the bike coupled with being pressed so close up against him was sending thrills through my core and in a bizarre way I was so turned on I felt sure I'd hyperventilate or come.
Eventually we came to a halt outside my apartment and with shaking limbs I extricated myself from the bike and pulled off the helmet making sure to drag my fingers through the rats tails that were tangled together as a poor excuse for my hair.
I was very much aware of the dampness in my panties and knew for a fact I was blushing like a teenager. “W-would you like to come up for a drink?” I asked Six as he watched me from the bike.
His sexy smile spoke volumes but I was determined not to get my hopes up.
Not again.
He nodded slowly. “Only if you're sure. I mean... I fucked things up last time... I don't want to fuck things up again.”
His hesitancy surprised me but I shook my head and handed back his helmet. “You won't. Come on.” I turned and headed for my apartment as my heart pounded at my ribs. Don't throw yourself at him this time you ho. Just breathe...just frickin' breathe. My internal voice was scathing but I was desperately trying to ignore it as his heavy footsteps crunched on the gravel behind me. Desire mingled and combined with the excitement and nervousness in my stomach and caused a familiar fluttering to begin.
Once we reached my door and I had unlocked it I turned to gaze up at my dirty-blonde biker. Although he wasn't technically mine. I wished at that point that I could read his mind as he stood there, jaw clenching and hands firmly wedged in his pockets as if he thought he could control them better there. Something inside me melted yet again. Another reaction I was becoming familiar with around him.
I stepped inside and held my hand out gesturing for him to do the same. He tentatively followed me into the apartment but kept his hands in his pockets.
As I placed my keys on the coffee table, Six walked over to the little wooden bookcase that housed my romance novels and I watched with increasing embarrassment as he picked one up and thumbed through it. “Hmm. I didn't even know there was a bridge over the Atlantic. Or maybe it's some kind of metaphor, huh?” he murmured as he glanced over the back cover of the book, his lips moving as he read the blurb. I smiled, wondering whether he was really that interested. He turned his head toward me and held the book up. “So, you like romance novels, huh?”
A nervous giggle escaped me and I immediately felt my cheeks heat. Idiot. “Well, I figure it's the only way I'll get to meet the man of my dreams.” He frowned at my response and I suddenly wanted to change the subject. “W-would you like that drink now?” I inwardly cursed the stuttering mess I'd become around him. Another thing I promised myself I wouldn't do again.
He shrugged. “Um...yeah...coffee would be good.”
Oh? “I have beer, if you prefer.”
He shook his head vehemently and held up a hand. “Nah. Bike. I don't drink and ride.”
This guy never ceased to amaze me. He had broken the law by riding without a helmet just so I was safe, yet he wouldn't drink and ride.
He was a true enigma. And my respect for him was growing, along with other feelings I was trying very hard to ignore. It was far too soon.
“Okay, well make yourself comfortable and I'll make you a coffee.” I scurried off to the kitchen, but as I was pouring the grounds into the filter I felt his presence behind me. His hands lightly rested on my shoulders and a tingle traveled down my spine. Long thick fingers engulfed my collarbone and I turned slightly to see just how small he made me appear by the presence of his huge frame.
He squeezed, massaging the tensed muscles in my neck as he asked, “So...how were things at the club tonight? Any more ass-hats trying to grope you?”
His gravelly voice was tender and filled with genuine concern and his magical fingers were making it hard for me to concentrate on what I was supposed to be doing. With as much will as I could muster I carried on with my task trying not to turn into a puddle of mush at his soothing touch. “No, everything's been fine. No problems. None at all. Not a single one.”
He chuckled and I felt his breath on my ear as he leaned forward. “Do I make you nervous, CD?”
He removed his hands from my body and I turned around to find him dangerously near. His broad, hard chest so close to my nose that I could inhale his delicious, masculine scent.
I gazed up at him. “Honestly? A...a little yes.”
He stroked a thick, calloused finger down my cheek. “I don't mean to scare you.”
His gruff but soft voice vibrated through my bones and I swallowed. “No...no...you don't scare me as such. I just... I kind of feel...helpless around you.”
I watched as a line appeared between his brows. “But I would never hurt you, Chloe. That's not the kind of guy I am with women. Well not any more anyway.” His eyes widened as he seemed to realize what he had just admitted to. “I mean I never physically hurt a woman. I maybe broke a heart or two...” I got a secret kick out of watching him flounder. It was exactly how he made me feel. He sighed and rolled his eyes, clearly exasperated with himself. “The point I'm trying to make is...I would never try to pressure you to do anything you didn't want to do. I'd never force myself on you. I'm not that guy.”
“I...I didn't mean that kind of helpless.” My voice was small and weak.
His confusion appeared to grow and the furrow in his brow deepened. “So in what way do I make you feel helpless?”
“Because...” I felt heat rise in my face again until my cheeks could have spontaneously combusted.
He stroked my cheek again. “Come on...you can tell me.”
“Because... Because I've never been so attracted to a man before and it scares me to want you so badly when I've only just met you. I shouldn't feel this way so quickly. It doesn't seem right. I don't do this. I don't...”
A sweet, sexy smile stretched his luscious mouth, showing perfect white teeth and he lowered his face to meet mine. “Chloe dancer, you just brightened my day and I'm gonna kiss you now,” he said just before his lips touched mine gently.
It started as a chaste, sweet kiss, his soft lips gliding effortlessly and sensually over mine but as I slipped my hands up his toned arms and around his shoulders he grasped my hair and tilted my head back. His tongue entered my mouth and his other hand snaked down my body until he gripped my behind, kneading and squeezing as the kiss gained urgency. He inhaled a deep, long breath through his nose and a growl emanated from the back of his throat. It was the most erotic sound I had ever encountered and I fought for control over myself but I was desperate for more of him.
He pulled away and fixed his gaze on mine. “I don't think I want coffee anymore.” He effortlessly lifted me and carried me back through to the living room, placing me gently down on my couch. As he stood over me where I lay, he ran his hands through his hair and I watched as he bent to slowly unzip my hooded jacket. I fumbled out of it and threw it over the back of the couch. My chest heaved and my heart thrummed at my ribs.
From the throbbing between my thighs that had begun on the bike I knew I was already wet. He tugged the jacket from his body and dropped it the floor, gripped the hem of his T-shirt and dragged that free from his skin too. Next to go were his heavy biker boots that hit the far wall with a resounding thud as he kicked them away.
The sight of him looming over me, bare chested, ripped and tattooed was one of the sexiest things my eyes had ever beheld. He was even sexier in the f
lesh than I had imagined. And I had imagined him a lot. All six foot plus of man toned and ready to take me. The ridges of his abdomen expanded and contracted as he breathed heavily. His lust-filled, hooded gaze locked on me as I slowly removed my T-shirt and yoga pants. I was almost naked apart from my plain underwear. I watched him taking in the sight of me and wished that I'd had the sense to wear something more alluring.
“Fuck...Chloe...I...” His apparent reticence began to worry me again and I waited with bated breath for him to bolt once more.
Chapter Thirteen
Six
I wanted her.
There was no doubt in mind about it. But part of me was still playing over the awful scene I had witnessed earlier in the evening. I needed to forget. I needed to think about something good. To lose myself in nothing but sensation.
Her gaze lowered and she closed her eyes for a moment. “It's okay, Six. Just say it.”
I ran my hands over my hair and licked my lips as I tried to memorize the sight of her in case God struck me down there and then for being such a selfish bastard for what I was thinking. She was offering herself to me willingly and I was on the verge of taking what I wanted from her body.
My cock was desperate for release from its confines and I wanted nothing more than to grant that wish. I took a deep breath in through my nose and pulled her scent into my lungs. She smelled so clean and fresh and...innocent.
But why was she acting like I was about to leave?
I dropped to my knees and before I could stop them my lewd thoughts spewed out in spite of my tightly clenched jaw. “I think you misunderstand me, Chloe. I need... I need to be inside you. I wanna be fucking balls deep, baby. I need to fuck you so much right now.”
At the second the words left my mouth I hated myself. Why the hell couldn't I be more romantic like the guys in those books lining her shelves? Why did I say fuck so fucking much? My subconscious was right, she deserved much better than me. And I expected her to immediately kick me out of the apartment for how crudely I'd spoken to her.
She closed her eyes briefly again and I really thought I'd overstepped the mark. But when she opened them she sat up, reached forward and released the button and zipper on my jeans, allowing her eyes to follow the trail of her fingers downwards.
I inhaled sharply and her fingers lightly grazed the base of my straining cock. Once my zipper was open she reached around her back and unhooked her bra, letting it slip down her slender arms and fall to the floor. And there she was, bared to me from the waist up. Just a pair of black girl boxers covering her pussy. She had the most amazing tits I had ever seen. All natural. None of this fake, inflated silicone shit. They were perfect, firm and round with little pink buds that stood to attention just begging to be tasted. They were just the right size for my hands and I clenched my fists at my side to stop from reaching out to touch them.
“Fucking beautiful,” I whispered as I devoured her naked breasts with my lustful gaze. My fists were still balled hovering near my hips.
“Six...it's okay, you can touch me. I want you to.” Her voice was a breathy whisper and I couldn't help groaning and letting my head roll back. I stared at the ceiling for a moment and wondered what the hell I'd done right for God to grant me this and not strike me with a lightning bolt...whatever the hell this was.
I felt her moving and I returned my focus to her just as she kicked her panties off the end of her toe. She maneuvered up to a kneeling position and locked eyes with me. Reaching for my hand she opened my up my tensed fingers and placed my hand over her left breast. My cock flinched and the ache in my groin intensified. I squeezed lightly and tried not to blow my fucking load. I rolled my thumb over her pebbled nipple and licked my lips. Fuck I wanted her but... What if I went too fast? Took things too far? Hurt her? I mean she was so fucking petite and I sure as hell wasn't.
She pulled her lower lip in between her teeth as she fixed me with a determined gaze. My attention was drawn to the plump pink flesh as it popped out again.
Her voice snapped my focus back to her eyes. “I know you think I'm fragile, Six. Innocent even. And that you're scared of taking advantage of me. It's written all over your face. And even though I'm not a virgin I know you probably usually fuck girls who are a lot more experienced than me. And I want you to know that I've never thrown myself at a guy before...apart from you that is. It's just not me. But I want you, Six. I can't explain this intense need inside of me but something tells me you're the only one who can sate it. I need to feel you inside me.”
The intense, deep caramel of her eyes pulled me in and I leaned down until our lips were almost touching. I could feel her rapid breath on my mouth and I fought the need to taste her. She was right. I was scared to touch her.
Scared that I'd somehow lose control.
She reached up and grasped the waistband of my jeans and pushed them down my thighs along with my fitted boxers. She shoved them toward the floor until I could bend and yank them over my feet along with my socks. I discarded them and turned to watch her again. When I was fully exposed to her she sighed as she raked her eyes over my tattooed chest. She reached up and delicately touched my ink and grazed her finger nails down my pecs over to my nipple piercing. I hissed in through my teeth as she flicked the metal bar. It sent sparks of desire through my body and felt so fucking good.
“Six, don't make me beg you.”
Hearing her say my name again was all the encouragement I needed. I stooped and reached into my jacket pocket to retrieve a condom from my wallet and then with my eyes locked on hers I opened it and stretched it over my rigid flesh. It flinched toward her and she gripped it with both hands. Once again I let my head roll back as I got lost in the intensity of sensation just like I'd wanted. I clenched my jaw and scrunched my eyes tight as I absorbed the immense pleasure radiating through my veins and relaxing me.
She released my erection and took my hands pulling me down onto the couch beside her. I opened my eyes and watched as she slipped my hand down her slender body to the junction of her thighs. What the fuck was wrong with me? It was like I fucking froze. Like I needed guidance. I cupped her silken skin and dragged my thumb through the fine line of hairs over her pussy until I could feel how wet she was.
It was like an awakening.
My heart rate picked up and I had to have her. I just had to take what she was offering and what I so desperately wanted. Needed. I slipped two fingers into her slick opening and she gasped and clung to me with her free hand. Her other hand covered mine where I was sliding my fingers in and out of her body. She pushed me deeper and moaned my name. No woman had ever moaned my name in such unabashed pleasure before. I fucking loved it.
I needed more.
I removed my fingers from her entrance and her eyes snapped open. Sucking her arousal into my mouth, I groaned at the taste of her and her cheeks colored the sexiest pink. I leaned down and slipped my arms around her slender body.
“Can I take you to bed, Chloe dancer?”
She nodded and wrapped her legs around my waist. Her pussy hovering dangerously close to my stiff cock. I carried her toward the door that I remembered led to her bathroom. At the end of a short hallway I spotted a door that was ajar and nudged it open with my toe. Sure enough it was her bedroom. All pale blue flowers and fresh linen smell.
I laid her down on the soft billowing duvet that covered the bed and gazed at her. Her flawless skin was such a beautiful sight—such a contrast to mine—and I stood there just admiring the view. She parted her thighs and I took in the erotic vision before me of her naked and aroused body. Her pussy was glistening, wet and ready for me. I heard a sharp gasp and realized it had come from my body. Fuck, she was stunning. I'm talking portrait-worthy stunning. But not seedy and porn-like. Just beautiful. I climbed onto the bed and it dipped under my weight.
Chapter Fourteen
Chloe
He crawled slowly up my body trailing kisses along the sensitive skin of my thighs and over my stomach. I sh
ivered and gasped at the sensual torture and the delicious, delicate scratching of his beard against me. Never had I been so desperate for a man to be inside me as I was right then. I began to rock my pelvis in the hope he'd get the hint but instead he kissed his way back down again toward my pussy.
He nuzzled the thin, trimmed line of hair and inhaled. Dread washed over me. I'd been dancing at the club and hadn't showered yet.
Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.
I tensed but the vibration of his voice over my clit broke through my haze of panic. “Fuck, Chloe, I could get addicted to your pussy. You smell so fucking good. And I bet you taste even better.” And with that his tongue slipped across my tingling flesh and he lapped at me with long sweeps that made my muscles clench with need.
I groaned and writhed as his skilled tongue circled me with precision. But just as I was on the verge of ecstasy he moved away and I wanted to scream.
I opened my eyes to find him smiling down at me and licking his lips. “I was right. Not that I doubted it for a second but you do taste amazing. And I'm going to want to taste you over and over, Chloe so you'd better get used to it.” There was no way I would ever 'get used' to the way he made my body react. He leaned forward so that he was hovering over me again and he began to tease my nipples in turn, his eyes focused firmly on my face as he appeared to revel in the way I gasped and circled my hips.
I was desperate to close my eyes and let myself succumb to the sensations of pleasure radiating throughout my body, but his hooded gaze was mesmerising. No one had ever looked at me with such carnal longing and salacious need. I wanted to memorize the way his pupils dilated and his tongue flicked along his bottom lip.
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