The Biker's Religion (Rough Riders MC Book 2)

by Shelly Morgan

  “I don’t need any advice, sexual or not, from the likes of you. You’re beneath me,” she says, a cruel smile tipping her lips. Too bad she doesn’t get to me. But I’m about to get her.

  “I’m not beneath you, but by the looks of it, your new husband would sure like me to be beneath him. I’m sure he’ll be thinking of me when he’s fucking you tonight,” I say, then turn to the man beside her, who is red in the face with embarrassment, but also with lust, which just proves I’m right. “Just remember, handsome, my name is Amy, but your wife’s name is Brittany. Don’t mix the two up.” Winking at him and licking my lips seductively for him to give him a little something for his fantasies tonight, I take Ice Man’s hand and lead him out the door. I can hear Brittany yelling at her new husband and the sound of her slapping him, but I don’t turn around to see where she hit him. But I do smile because my job here has been accomplished.

  Ice Man is quiet in the car all the way back to the hotel. I start to worry that maybe I went a little too far. And when we get to the hotel and he comes around to my side, he won’t even look at me. My face falls, along with my heart. Shit, did I just fuck everything up?

  “Are you mad at me?” I ask as we walk inside and toward the elevator. He doesn’t answer me until he hits the button to call upon the car and we have to wait for it to make its way down from the tenth floor.

  “No,” is all he says, but he still doesn’t look at me.

  “Then what’s wrong, because you’re acting as if you can’t stand to be beside me.” I can feel tears start to fill my eyes, because if that’s the case, it’s really going to hurt, though I don’t want to think about why right now. With the alcohol I’ve consumed tonight and all the feelings I’ve been having tonight about wanting him, it won’t be a good mix to think about things like that now.

  Just as the elevator arrives and the door opens, he says, “I’m doing my best to think of anything but pushing you up against the nearest wall and fucking you so hard, you’ll feel me for days. And it’s proving to be very difficult task to do, especially when I think about you dancing and the way you look tonight.”

  He’s now in the elevator, waiting on me, but I can’t seem to move my legs. His words hit me right in the clit and I’m one step away from an orgasm. The slightest movement will send me shooting off like a rocket. While that wouldn’t be a bad thing necessarily, I’d rather him get me off for the first time with more than words.

  Finally, I’m able to move and step inside with him. It’s just the two of us and a long way up to the top floor.

  My stomach starts to somersault, and I’m not sure if it’s the elevator, the butterflies swarming around inside me, or because I haven’t eaten anything tonight. It’s probably a little bit of all of them.

  “Do you think we could order room service later?” I ask mindlessly.

  “Fuck. I should have stopped somewhere to get you something. I’m sorry. With everything going on, I totally forgot. I can go get you something, because I’m pretty sure room service ended an hour ago,” he says, and I can tell he’s beating himself up about me being hungry.

  “Nah, it’s fine. I’ll be fine until breakfast.” Thinking of breakfast brings something funny and delicious to mind, and I just can’t help myself. “By the way, how do you like your sausage in the morning; grilled or blown?”

  I can’t help the smile that overtakes my lips, though I’d really like to do something else with them. Looking over at him, I can see the internal battle going on inside him, caused by my joke and the sexual tension we’ve had going on for so long now. And I can see the moment he finally makes a decision, and everything inside him snaps.

  Rushing me inside the elevator, he pushes me up against the wall and devours my mouth. Moaning, I wrap my arms around his neck and hike one of my legs up around his waist. It’s a little difficult to do with my dress, but the bottom hem gets pushed up by his hand has he rocks into my wet core.

  “Oh fuck,” I say against his lips when his jean-clad cock rubs against my clit.

  “You’ve been testing my restraint since I met you. I can’t hold back anymore,” he declares, which causes me to do a celebration dance on the inside. It’s about fucking time.

  “I don’t want you to hold back.” Pulling his lips back to mine, my body climbs his until he’s supporting my weight with his arms against the elevator wall. Then, when he’s confident I’m stable, he takes one hand away and slips it between us, finally making contact with my bare, wet pussy.

  “Oh fuck,” he groans, and I laugh because that was my sentiment exactly. “You’ve been bare this whole fuckin’ time?” He growls, but doesn’t let me answer. Instead, he kisses me harder and I wonder if my lips are going to bruise.

  His finger enters me in one swift, hard push of his hand, causing me to scream into his mouth and my back to arch against the wall. I feel like I’m seconds away from an orgasm when the elevator beeps and the doors open.

  Regretfully, he pulls away, but doesn’t let me down. Looking heatedly into my eyes, he says, “To be continued.”

  “Fuck yes, it will be,” I say, then groan when he helps me slide down his body, my sweet spot hitting every hard edge on the way down. My pussy pulses and a gush of my arousal drips down the inside of my thigh.

  Thank goodness our room isn’t far away, because I’m not sure I can wait much longer to have his cock inside me. It’s been too long since I’ve had a man in my bed, and I know that I’ve never had a man like Ice Man before. And that excites me more than it should. I just hope I can walk away from this unscathed and he doesn’t ruin me for all future men.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Ice Man

  Opening the door to our room, I’ve calmed down enough to think about what we’re about to do. And even though I’m still willing and want more than anything to take her to my bed, I need to make sure this is what she really wants. And I need her to really think about this and understand what it means. We are friends, and that has to come before anything. I don’t want to lose her because we can’t keep what’s in our pants, and dress, in check.

  I know she’s not the relationship kind of woman, and I’m not looking for anything more than a few steamy nights, or maybe a little more, with anyone either. My heart is cold and dead, and I need to make sure she knows that.

  Closing the door, she seems to understand that we need to have a talk before this goes any further, because she leans against the door and looks at me hesitantly. Or shit, maybe she already regrets what we’ve done so far and is trying to let me down easily. I hope like hell that’s not the case, but that’s her right and I won’t fight her on it. Sure, I’ll have to take a long, cold shower, but I won’t force the issue.

  “We need to talk about this before it goes any further,” I start, not looking away so she knows I’m serious. Not that I think she’d try to talk her way out of it, but because I want her to know this is important to me too. I don’t want this to be something she’ll regret, but I also don’t want her to look too much into it.

  “I want this,” she says, sounding sure, which is good. But that’s not all we need to talk about.

  “I do too. But I need to make sure you understand what this means.”

  Taking a step toward me, she crosses her arms over her chest. I’m not sure if she’s trying to protect herself or if it’s just habit, but I can’t lie and say that I don’t enjoy the way the move makes her tits look. They are delicious in their own right, but when she pushes them together and up, holy fuck does it make me want to suck and bite them. Saliva fills my mouth just thinking about it.

  “Look. We’re both attracted to each other, we know that. I want you, and you want me. We’re both adults here, Ice Man. I’m not looking for anything more. We can just be two friends who enjoy one another. Nothing more, nothing less.”

  She took the words right out of my mouth, but I need final confirmation. “I agree. But are you sure this is how you want to play it? There’s no going back after this.�
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  “You already know my answer, but I’ll say it again. Yes. I want this with you. No strings, just pleasure.”

  I don’t need her to say anything else. “Then game on,” I tell her, and then my lips are on hers again and she’s climbing up my body.

  With her legs wrapped around my waist and her braced against the wall, I use my hands to unbuckle my belt. Foreplay will come later, but right now, I just need to sink inside her wet heat. I’ve waited too fucking long to have her.

  My cock in my hand, pushing at the opening of her wet pussy, I pause, and ask, “Do we need protection? I’m clean.”

  Leaning back so she can look in my eyes, she answers, “No condom. I’m clean and on the pill. I take it religiously, I swear.”

  Nodding, I kiss her and push my cock all the way inside her in the same instant. Since she’s not wearing any panties, it makes it much easier to do. Fuck, she feels amazing. Better than I could have ever imagined, and better than I have imagined in my fantasies.

  She cries out, but I don’t let her breathe or give her a moment to get used to my size. She feels too fucking good, and if her moving her hips is any indication, she doesn’t want me to stop either.

  I pump into her at a fast, hard pace, causing her back to hit the door with every thrust and making a loud noise. Not that the noise bothers me, but I don’t need security or the front desk knocking on the door, interrupting us. With that in mind, I place both hands under her and support all of her weight. Then, I walk us further into the room, never breaking our connection, and I even manage to keep thrusting in and out of her, even though it’s not as hard or as fast as before. All in good time, though.

  Not wanting to take her to bed yet, I spot the huge floor to ceiling windows. Smiling, I take us right up to them, then pushing her dress up a little more, I press her back into the window. It must be a little cold because she flinches a little. Pulling back a little, I take a break from our kiss to look at her face.

  She looks where I have her and she looks a little unsure. The curtains are pulled back, so if anyone wanted to look, they could see her and inside our room. But we’re up high and it’s late. I think we’ll be safe. And even if someone does look, they won’t know who she is.

  “You okay with this?” I ask, moving my cock in just a little before pulling back out. If she doesn’t like this, I’ll move us, but I think it just adds to the excitement. Not like I need it with her on my cock, but I still love it. I guess I’m into exhibitionism. It’s hot and erotic. Though I don’t think I’d be okay with truly exposing us while I fuck her. This is a little different, because there’s only a small chance someone could see. So maybe I’m not into it.

  She thinks about it for a moment, but every time I push my cock a little into her, she closes her eyes and moans. Finally, she answers. “Yes, I’m fine with it as long as you fuck me harder. Please,” she pleads, looking me dead in the eyes.

  In answer, I thrust into her so hard, I worry I’ve hurt her, but when she asks for more, I give her what she wants. I move in and out of her, never stopping, my cock feeling like it’s getting deeper and deeper with each movement. She feels too good, I’m afraid I’m going to come soon, but I can’t slow either. I’m racing toward utopia, but I need to make sure she follows with me.

  I slip one hand between us and rub her clit, and use my other to squeeze her ass harder. I don’t know if she’s into ass play, but if she doesn’t like it, I trust she’ll tell me. Positioning my hand better so I’m able to use my middle finger to rub her rose bud, I wait a few moments to see if she’ll protest. But she doesn’t. She just moans louder, and begs me for more. And I give it to her, hoping it’ll be enough to send her over the edge so I can follow her there.

  My finger moves down a little so I can gather a little of our combined juices to help with lubrication. I can feel my cock enter her and her pussy expand to accommodate me, and even though I want to continue to feel her take me, in more ways than one, I’m riding too close to the edge. So I move my now wet finger back to her ass, and slowly push the tip inside her.

  “Oh fuck, yes,” she moans, causing my balls to grow tighter, preparing to shoot off inside her.

  Pushing my finger in further, I’m down to my middle knuckle when I start to feel her contract around me; both my cock and my finger. And then she’s screaming out my name as I push my finger the rest of the way inside her ass and start pumping it in rhythm with my cock. “Yes!” she yells again, and finally, I can’t hold it in any longer.

  I feel my orgasm take hold of me, starting at the back on my neck and toes, and working its way toward my balls, and finishing off at the tip of my cock buried inside her pussy. “Fuck,” I roar, still pumping into her, but at a slower pace.

  Sweat drips down my face and back, and I feel the stress from the last few hours, days, and weeks even, leave my body, replacing it with bone deep exhaustion.

  Amy rests her head on my shoulder, and I concentrate on her breathing as I work on calming my own. And when I think my legs can carry us both, I lead us over to the closest bed. Laying her down, I see that she’s already asleep. Not wanting her to sleep in her dress, afraid it’ll be uncomfortable, I maneuver her so I’m able to unzip the back and peel it from her body. But in doing so, and seeing her completely naked, I regret not taking it off sooner, because seeing her body without anything covering it is making my dick hard once again.

  As if she can sense me and my growing cock, she whispers, “I’m too tired. But I’ll make it up to you in the morning, I promise. Just let me sleep for a little bit.”

  Laughing, I cover her up and kiss her forehead. “Yes, ma’am.” Then, heading into the bathroom, I decide to take a quick shower before climbing into bed. My cock is still hard, but he is just going to have to suffer. I’m too fucking tired to do anything about it right now.

  ***

  I watch as Amy cat crawls up the bed as I lay here with my hands tucked behind my head. She’s putting on a show for me and I’m loving every second of it.

  “So, you like your sausage blown, uh?” she purrs as she asks the same question she did in the elevator, which makes me laugh and my cock even harder than it already is.

  When she’s over top me, she moves her eyes from mine, down my bare chest, then lingers on my abs a little before she pulls the sheet down to uncover my cock. Looking at me, her eyes glaze over with a hunger like I’ve never seen before.

  I feel a drop of precum pebble at the tip of my cock, and when she sees it, she licks her lips, causing me to groan.

  Moving her eyes from my dick, she looks at me and smiles. “Do you want me to suck your cock?” she asks, her voice laced with arousal.

  “Yes,” I tell her, unable to say anymore because my throat feels tight and clogged with my need for her.

  “Like this?” She bends over and runs her tongue from the base of my cock, all the way up to the head. But she purposely ignores the tip of my cock.

  “More,” I tell her, getting irritated that she’s teasing me.

  “How’s this?” she asks, moving her tongue in a circle around the tip, moving around the precum collected there.

  Having had enough, I growl as I grab the back of her head and force her down on my cock. I know I’m big and can tell she’s having trouble fitting all of it inside her mouth, but she just moans around me and lets me guide her.

  “Enough with the teasing, Amy. I’m going to fuck your mouth until I come down your throat. And you’re going to love every second of it,” I tell her as my hips start to move faster, lodging my cock deeper into her throat.

  Fuck, her mouth feels too fucking good. I’m not going to last long, but that’s all right. Then, I plan to devour her pussy until her voice is horse from screaming my name and she’s begging me to stop. But I won’t stop, not until I’m buried balls deep inside her and she’s coming so hard on my cock that she’ll strangle me.

  I feel my balls start to tighten and suddenly this feels too fucking good, and too much
at the same time.

  My eyes shoot open when I moan so loud, it’s almost embarrassing. But that doesn’t last long because my cock is deep inside Amy’s mouth.

  My hands reach out and latch on to her hair, pulling her mouth off of me, but she doesn’t budge. She’s relentless, hungry for my cock.

  “I’m gonna come, sweetheart. So unless you want to swallow me whole, you need to stop,” I say half assed; a part of me hoping she doesn’t stop because I want nothing more than to blow my load in her mouth.

  Amy smiles around my cock before she adds more suction, and then when I’m as far as I can go inside her wet heat, she swallows, and it’s enough to make me lose my mind. Her throat muscles squeeze me so tight, it’s almost painful. And then I’m coming harder than I have in my entire life. My eyes close and stars shoot behind my eyelids, an explosion of fireworks. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I continue to chant, over and over, because it’s like my orgasm is never ending.

  When the aftershock of my orgasm fades and I’m barely twitching inside her mouth, she slides off of me, licking her lips. “Mmmm, that was delicious,” she says, smiling at me with satisfaction.

  “Fuck, Amy, that was amazing,” I tell her, still out of breath. I’ve never woken up like that to something better than the dream.

  “I aim to please.” But instead of laying back in bed beside me, she gets up.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” I ask, sitting up, a little pissed that she thinks she’s leaving this bed. I’m not finished with her, not by a long shot.

  “Um, well, I was going to go pee since all that liquor I consumed last night is weighing down my bladder. And then I thought I’d take a shower before going out to get some breakfast,” she says all this matter of fact, like there is no room for argument.