Dangerous (Nomad Outlaws Trilogy Book 2)

by Tory Richards

  I ran my hands over his wide shoulders and down his tapered back, feeling his muscles flex and bunch. His skin was warm and smooth, and I couldn't help but rake my nails over him. I felt him become rigid more than once, but his responses proved my actions drove him crazy. His mouth left mine, traveling across my jaw and behind my ear. I whimpered, trembling with the goosebumps he left behind.

  His hand moved between us, zeroing in on my wet pussy. Right away he went to work on my clit, flicking it roughly, pinching it, and teasing it mercilessly. "Jace, please!"

  His open mouth roamed over my shoulders, and then down my chest to my quivering breasts. He took a nipple between his teeth, and I cried out at the spiky sting, bowing sharply beneath him in a silent appeal for more as pleasure exploded through me. His cock slid between my slick pussy lips, and he took advantage by rubbing it up and down until I was mindless with ecstasy.

  "Fuck, your wet," he groaned around a nipple. His hands came up to push my breasts together so he could lick and nibble on them both at the same time. The scrape of his facial hair added stimulation that bordered on stinging pain, which then morphed into a pleasant tingling. "I'm going to fuck these tits soon, baby." His tongue lapped at an extended nipple. "Going to give you a pearl necklace," he rasped against my skin.

  "Oh, God!" I gasped, trembling wildly at his words.

  He had such a talented mouth. I was overwhelmed by so many sensations that I knew I was going to orgasm soon, and it was going to be phenomenal. I couldn't ever recall having felt such intensity. As he ground his cock between my legs, worked my clit with his fingers, and my breasts with his wicked mouth, I clenched my fingers into his fine ass, holding him tightly against me and wishing he'd enter me and fuck me into heaven.

  He buried his fingers inside me, finding my sweet spot and sending me over the edge. "Jace…I'm…" I orgasmed hard and long, seeing white stars behind my closed eyes. My body was no longer my own, convulsing wildly and uncontrollably against the sexy man who was bent on torturing me. I cried out as wave after wave of ecstasy thrummed through my body. I dug my nails into Jace, reveling in his grunt. He kissed his way back up my chest, my throat, my chin, and then finally claimed my mouth again.

  He kept his fingers inside of me, causing my sensitive body to continue twitching. He pulled his lips off mine, which allowed me the chance to suck in air. "My turn, baby."

  His hand reached for something under his pillow. I watched through glazed eyes as he ripped a foil packet open and took out a condom. "Convenient," I murmured with a small smile on my mouth. "Were you in the Boy Scouts?" I teased.

  There was a wicked gleam in his eyes as he grinned down at me. "Never know when I'm going to have a willing woman in my bed." I moaned when he pulled his fingers from my pussy and watched him roll the condom down his impressive cock. "A beautiful woman, at that."

  That was twice he'd called me beautiful, the words warming me inside and taking the sting from his other words, words that reminded me that this was casual, and for all I knew would be the only time we did this kind of thing. I didn't want to think of Jace with other women, but a man didn't keep a stash of condoms under his pillow if he didn't play around.

  I moaned loudly when he leaned over me with his hand on his cock. He was tugging on it and staring at my sex, his expression taut with arousal. I was so ready for him to be inside me. I could feel my juices running out of me and between the crack of my ass onto his bed. Looking down, I watched him lining his meaty muscle up to my entrance. I felt a moment of panic--he wasn't a small man--but my desire to be fucked far outweighed any concerns that I had that he wouldn't fit inside me.

  "What do you want, baby?" His gaze captured mine.

  "You," I stated simply in a breathless voice, spreading my legs wider. The blatant invitation was there. I had no shame.

  His crooked grin was sexy as hell. He leaned in, just enough to run his massive head up and down my slit and over my sensitive clit. We both shuddered at the exquisite feeling. I was sure my heart was going to explode from my chest.

  "So fucking wet," he murmured. "So fucking hot." He pushed in just past my labia. "Let's see how fucking tight you are." With those words he sank in all the way, drawing a long moan from me and a groan from him. He didn't stop pushing until he was balls deep, the head of his cock right up against my cervix.

  He stilled, obviously letting my body adjust to his invasion.

  "Jesus Christ, you're tight," he swore, pulsing strongly. My muscles clenched around his girth, squeezing him until I felt the muscles in his thighs quiver. "Baby, fuck, it's not going to take me long. Keep doing what you're doing, it feels fucking good."

  I smiled and eagerly complied. Jace began to move, slowly at first, pulling out almost all the way before plowing back in. Our breathing sounded harsh in the otherwise quiet room. I ran my hands over his body where I could, learning every powerful inch of him. I especially liked the feel of his firm buttocks, the way his flesh tightened when he thrust. But I also liked how the muscles in his arms, which were on either side of me, flexed with his movements.

  Jace's cock filled me completely. Every time he withdrew, it pulled a whimper from me, but when he pushed back in, a loud groan moved up my throat. I arched with pleasure beneath him, relishing in his grunts. Another orgasm was brewing inside me, and soon his unhurried thrusts picked up speed. I wasn't the only one chasing an orgasm. I raked my nails down his sides, encouraging him to go harder, faster. He retaliated in a series of love-bites against the side of my neck and collarbone before moving on to my shoulders.

  He moved even faster.

  I tightened my muscles around him.

  He grunted. "That's right, baby, squeeze my dick. Milk it dry."

  His words enflamed me.

  "Fuck me harder, Jace," I demanded. I showered kisses over his chest, rubbing my lips over his hard nipples.

  A shudder ran down the length of his body, and then he was moving. The next thing I knew he was on his knees, wrapping his hands around my thighs. He then pulled me toward him until my legs were draped over his arms, and my lower body tilted upward. The next time he entered me my eyes grew round. My jaw dropped with pleasant shock. The new position allowed him a downward thrust that had the full length of his cock gliding over my clit as he sank back into my willing body.

  I trembled passionately. "Oh, fuck!" I cried out with surprise. I'd never felt anything like it. There were no words to describe it.

  Grunts escaped Jace every time he slammed into my body. He was moving with one purpose now--to get us both off. My breasts bounced with our movements, my orgasm climbing so fast that I couldn't keep up. Lips parted, my eyes remained glued to his, willing him to see that he was destroying me for anyone else.

  It was a sobering thought, but one I didn't have time to dissect right then.

  Every one of my senses, every nerve, was attuned to the man who was fucking me into oblivion.

  I whimpered when my orgasm climbed, crossing the line of no return.

  "Come on, baby, put some fucking cum on my dick," Jace growled. He reached between us to my clit. I cried out as he gave it a sharp pinch. Thank God he had a hold of my legs, because otherwise his pounding would have pushed me further up the bed.

  I screamed and convulsed.

  I didn’t care who heard me.

  Jace grunted, bottomed out in me one last time, his big body shuddering against mine as a powerful orgasm ripped through him. He ground our pelvises together, threw his head back, and roared his release.

  Minutes ticked by as the only thing I was aware of was our heavy breathing and the continued twitching of our bodies that we couldn't control.

  "Fuck," Jace rasped after a while. "You're going to kill me."

  I giggled, the action causing his semi-soft cock to slip out of me. We both groaned at the loss, and I couldn’t remember ever having felt this empty before. Our eyes met as he slowly released my legs and settled his large bulk over me. I didn't expect him to cuddle. Peo
ple didn't cuddle when they were having casual sex, did they? But his rough, passion-filled kiss took me by surprise. I didn't question it, giving him access to my mouth.

  As our moans of renewed arousal echoed through the room, I knew I was in for a night of unequaled delights. Jace was showing me a side of myself that I'd always thought was only fantasy before, always wishing that I was more responsive in bed, that I enjoyed sex more, that I felt more. But now I was starting to realize that it hadn't just been a problem with me. It also had a lot to do with my previous partner.

  I had a feeling that before morning, Jace was going to show me a lot of other things about myself.

  Chapter 11

  Jace

  Damn. For the first time that I could remember, I'd fucked myself into exhaustion, the kind of exhaustion where I couldn't fucking move, much less pull my ass out of bed to go take a piss. I could have blamed it on my age catching up with me, but I wanted to think that it had more to do with the fact that I’d fucked Luna six different times in six different positions. Luna had turned out to be a hungry little firecracker in bed, just as demanding as I, keeping up with me, and giving as good as I gave her. It hadn't been lost on me that some of the things we’d done had been new to her--her surprised expression, her enjoyment, and her obvious pleasure had revealed that.

  And I'd fucking relished being the man that was satisfying her.

  Christ, just thinking about her tight little pussy was getting me hard again. One fuck session in particular flashed behind my closed eyes--she'd gotten up to get a drink and I'd ambushed her on her way back from the kitchen. I chuckled to myself. I'd bent her over the back of the couch and fucked her as if it'd been the first time all over again. It had been a miracle that we hadn't broken the cheap sofa in the living room. There'd been the definite sound of cracking in the midst of our grunting and groans while I'd fucked Luna senseless.

  Being balls deep inside of her hot, wet pussy equaled nothing that I could think of at the moment.

  She was so fucking responsive, but in an innocent way, nothing like the sometimes-fake, practiced way I was used to with club women. Christ, she'd been nearly as greedy as I'd been, and that was saying a lot. It had been a hell of a long time since I'd been interested in a fuck fest. I was usually content after a quick fuck or two, and once I was done, the woman was out of my bed and gone. With Luna, I'd wanted to keep her soft, warm body next to me afterwards, wanted to keep my hands somewhere on her luscious body. Those fleshy tits of hers made me salivate.

  I heard the toilet flush. Good. She'd be back soon, and I intended to give her one last fuck before I left for New Mexico. I reached down beneath the blanket and fisted my dick, thinking about the blowjob she'd given me earlier. Her sweet mouth had worked over my dick as if she'd been eating her favorite treat, and the suction power of her mouth--I closed my eyes and groaned thinking about it, feeling the pre-cum run down from my slit. Her tongue had licked every inch of me, including my balls, spending extra time beneath the rim of flesh that circled the head where it felt so fucking good.

  The bed dipped as she returned to me, causing me to grin, and then I felt her cool hands slip beneath the covers and onto me. I opened my eyes to see her head disappear beneath the blanket, down near where my cock bowed. Another blowjob? Sweet Jesus, how had I gotten so fucking lucky? I closed my eyes again and continued to rub my dick, waiting for her to replace my hand with her mouth. More cum slipped from my head with anticipation. I lost it when her warm mouth closed over my head.

  I groaned loud and bowed my hips.

  "Fuck, baby." My hand dropped to her head over the blanket, forcing her to swallow all of me. Something felt slightly different. I realized it immediately, and I frowned, trying to figure out what the fuck wasn’t right, but in the next second I didn't give a damn. All I could do was feel. Luna's sweet, hot mouth and her talented little hands were driving me insane. I gave myself up to her eager sucking, arching my hips and forcing my dick farther down her throat.

  "I'm going to fuck you so good when you're done, baby," I growled, feeling my balls tighten against the root of my dick. "I'm going to pound my dick so far up in that sweet cunt that you'll feel me for a week."

  The sound of a sharp gasp was my first indication that I should have paid more attention to my gut feeling that something was off, because that sound had come from the direction of the fucking bathroom. I raised my head, my gaze locking onto Luna and registering her shock. I ripped back the covers, catching the triumphant smirk in CC's mascara smeared eyes as she let her mouth slip off my dick with a pop, and then made a show of licking her lips.

  Fuck!

  Fuck!

  Fuck!

  "I guess you weren't kidding about this being casual." My gaze swung back to Luna. "But you could have at least waited for me to leave."

  I locked eyes with the hurt and disbelief in Luna's. Hell, there were tears shimmering there, too, turning her eyes into amber pools. She was dressed, which surprised me, but it was the sorrow reflected on her face that gutted me.

  Her words were cool and unaffected, but her expression revealed what she was really feeling. Before I could begin to explain what the fuck was going on, she rushed from my bedroom and seconds later I heard the door slam behind her. Furious, I pinned my eyes on CC. Her smirk had been replaced by a look of alarm as she realized the magnitude of what she'd done.

  "What…the…fuck!" I roared, leaving the bed in a rage. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, bitch? Who the fuck invited you into my bed?"

  She tried to draw herself together by taking a breath."Don't be angry, baby. I wanted to surprise you‒"

  "Surprise me?" I snorted, glaring at her in disbelief. "If I'd wanted your mouth on my dick I would have let you suck me off last night." I couldn't get the image of the wounded look on Luna's face off my mind. I knew that I'd made a big fucking deal out of making sure she knew that shit was casual between us, but I wasn't an unfeeling asshole. Or maybe I was, but I would have never rubbed another woman in her face after spending the night fucking her like I had. I liked to keep shit uncomplicated so that no one got hurt.

  "I thought after what happened last night you would have been happy to see me this morning. That's my job, baby, to look after the members and their friends. How was I to know you spent the night with a prostitute?"

  I'd been in the process of pulling my pants up when her words caused me to do a double-take. I scowled at her, sure that I'd heard her wrong. What little I knew of Luna told me that CC was wrong. I thought about our hot night together. She'd been a little firecracker, a temptress that had known almost instinctively what turned me on, but in the beginning there'd been just enough timid hesitation to make me question her experience. Had she been playing me? A pro might use that kind of titillation to make it more interesting.

  No fucking way! I just couldn't believe it.

  CC pounced on my silence. "It's true, baby." She crawled to her knees and faced me, her tits jiggling with her movements. "You haven't been here long enough to know her, but I swear, she earns her living on her back. Ask anyone."

  Yeah, that wasn't going to happen. No way was I going to inquire if the woman I'd just spent the night losing myself in fucked for money. I just stared at CC, trying to see the truth in her eyes and hating her guts. But why would CC lie? She had nothing to gain from it. Hell, the woman was a whore. She gave it up for free. The club took care of all her needs. Christ.

  "Get the fuck out!" I snapped, reaching for my cut. "I'm leaving." The job in New Mexico was suddenly looking damned good.

  "Leaving! Will you be back?"

  What the fuck was wrong with her? Couldn't she tell that I wasn't interested in her? Pushy women never appealed to me. Neither did blondes, either, I reminded myself, and yet I was very attracted to Luna. Fuck. The thought of her selling her body for a living did something wild to me. I wasn't ready to believe CC, because if there was one thing I knew about women, they could be manipulative and scheming when
they wanted something, and they were not above lying, cheating, or killing to get it.

  "I don't answer to club whores," I snarled finally, putting her in her place. "You've done enough fucking damage."

  That was how I felt, whether she was lying about Luna or not. The damage was done, and I was done. I had a job to do, and I didn't know if I'd be coming back.

  I began walking around the cabin, picking up my shit and stuffing it inside my saddlebags. I was still fucking angry. I had too much running through my head, so when CC appeared from the bedroom, a filmy, see-through robe hanging open off her thin frame and reminding me of all the shit she’d put in my head, I exploded. "I told you to get the fuck out!"

  "I'm going! I'm going!" she chanted, rushing toward the door.

  "Not fast enough!" I snapped, grasping her by the upper arm. "You try this shit again, and I won't hesitate to tell Reaper to kick your ass to the curb." If she were smart she'd know that what I said was true. A brother would never pick a club whore over another brother, and we both knew that Reaper wouldn't be okay with the trick she'd pulled, crawling into my bed without an invitation, especially with the trouble she’d stirred up.

  I opened the door and tossed her out. Her momentum took her down the two steps and into the dirt. Barefoot, she just managed to stay on her feet.

  I ignored her huff, turned, and slammed the door closed behind me. I ran my hands through my hair and tried to calm myself down. It wouldn't be smart to climb on my bike in the foul mood I was in. I wanted to smash something, and I was unable to explain why what CC had said about Luna bothered me so fucking much. I didn't believe it. It didn't make sense, and even if it were true, it wouldn't matter. There was nothing between us other than a night-long fuck fest. She was free to fuck who she wanted, when she wanted, just as I was.