by Opal Carew
“I bet you can’t decide if I’m a good girl or a bad girl.”
While he gently squeezed the breast in his hand, he stroked his fingertip over the other nipple, sending tremors through her.
“Right now, I’m betting on bad girl.”
She stroked down his chest, loving the feel of steel-hard muscles, then over the front of his jeans. There was some steel there, too. Hard, and impressively large.
He leaned forward and kissed the swell of her breast, then his lips encircled her nipple and he lapped his tongue over it. Heat surged through her and she held his head to her chest. He suckled and she moaned softly.
Her fingers wrapped around the bulge under the denim. It was getting even bigger and harder.
He switched to her other nipple and she stroked him through the cloth as he sent pleasure careening through her.
“I want to see you,” she said as she squeezed his erection.
He smiled. “Not yet. I want to do this first.”
He slid to the floor and knelt in front of her then drew her panties down her hips. She flushed as he drew them down her thighs, then tossed them aside, his focus squarely on her intimate folds. She flopped back against the couch as he stroked down her stomach, then over her shaved flesh. Her eyelids fell closed as his lips caressed her stomach. Moving downward. His tongue lapping at her skin.
His fingers found her folds, and he stroked her slick flesh. Then his mouth covered her and she gasped. His tongue teased her clit and pleasure burst within her.
“Oh, yes,” she sighed as he began to suckle.
His fingers slid inside and he stroked her passage. She clenched around his big, calloused fingers. As he licked her and sucked her little button, driving her pleasure higher, she forked her fingers through his thick, spiky hair and held him close to her.
“Oh, God, Storm. That feels so good.”
His fingers surged into her and he sucked deeply. Pleasure spiraled through her, then she moaned as he catapulted her over the edge. Still he licked and suckled, driving her pleasure higher and higher. She could barely catch her breath, then she wailed in sheer ecstasy.
Finally, she collapsed against the back of the couch. He kissed up her body, then nuzzled her neck. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tight.
“Thank you,” she murmured in his ear.
He smiled. “You don’t have to thank me for giving you an orgasm.”
She opened her eyes and smiled at him. “You deserve some kind of reward.”
He stood up and backed away a step, looking sexy and bad-assed in his faded jeans, tight tank top, and bulging, tattooed arms. Suddenly, she felt a bit self conscious, with him fully clothed in front of her and her sitting here basically naked, with her leather jacket pulled open wide and her legs sprawled open.
Then he reached for the hem of his top and peeled it away. Her gaze glided over his muscular torso as he flung the garment away. She licked her lips as he unfastened his belt buckle, then dropped his jeans to the ground. The outline of his bulging erection through his boxer briefs looked enormous. Then he dropped them and she drew in a breath at the sight of his thick, long, pulsing cock. The head was so big, she wasn’t even sure she could fit it in her mouth, and the shaft pulsed with purple veins. And it looked all the bigger because he was completely clean shaven.
He stepped toward her and she flattened her hands on his massive chest, the feel of the hard, muscular flesh sending quivers through her. She stroked down his solid, sculpted abs and rested on his hips, staring in awe at the marvelous cock staring her in the face.
“It’s so big,” she murmured.
“That’s what a guy likes to hear.”
His beaming grin made her heart flip-flop. Reverently, she stroked toward the root of his member, then around the base, then she wrapped her hand around the thick shaft. It was so hot in her hand. And so thick she could barely close her fingers around it.
She gazed up at his face and his look of delight encouraged her. She stroked her hand up, then down his shaft. Heat simmered in his eyes. Boldly, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to the tip and kissed. The tip of her tongue peeked out to lick him, and she tasted a salty drop of precum.
She widened her lips around him, sliding his cockhead into her mouth.
His hand cupped her head. “Oh, baby, yeah.”
She glided down and then back. He filled her so full her jaw ached a little, but she wanted more. She went as deep as she could, then glided back again.
His fingers flexed around her head, but he didn’t guide her, simply let her move at her own pace. She squeezed him in her mouth, then glided forward and back a few times in a slow, sensual rhythm.
“Baby, I’m not going to last long.”
His strained voice and the tension in his face showed her how close he was.
She drew her mouth free, continuing to stroke him with her hand. “It’s okay. Just let go whenever you’re ready.”
She tucked her hand under his balls and felt the weight of them, then she licked one. He choked back a sound. Her gaze flicked to his and she saw that he looked in torment. She smiled and licked the other hairless ball, watching him flinch in pleasure. She opened and drew the ball fully into her mouth.
“Fuck, baby, I’m going to come any minute.”
Elated that she elicited such a reaction from him, she released his sac and swallowed his cockhead, then drove deep. He groaned and hot liquid erupted into her mouth.
He shuddered as she continued to suck and stroke him, his fingers still tangled in her hair. Finally, the fountain stopped and she swallowed, then pressed her cheek against his hard, flat belly.
He leaned down and kissed the top of her head, then sank onto the couch beside her and drew her close to his body. She rested her head against his broad chest and his big arms wrapped around her.
She couldn’t believe she was in the arms of this sexy rocker who drove all the women wild today. And that he was the same bad-boy biker who stopped on the side of the road to help her last week. She shivered as she remembered how nervous he’d made her. She never imagined that just a few days later, she’d lay blissfully sated in his arms.
“Are you cold?” he asked, tightening his strong arms around her.
She smiled and glided upward, then arched her knee over his lap so she was facing him.
“Actually, I’m really hot.”
He grinned. “Yes, you are.”
She stroked her hand through his hair, mussing it nicely. “I mean for you.”
She could feel his deflated cock swelling beneath her. He cupped her face and drew her toward him. Their mouths locked and his lips moved on hers as his tongue plunged into her. As he devoured her, she wrapped her arms around him, letting him take what he wanted. Giving everything she had.
Her breathing accelerated as her body pressed tight against him, her soft breasts crushed against a rock wall of muscle.
His hard cock rose, nudging her slick flesh.
“Oh, God, I want you inside me.”
“What you want, you get.” He leaned over and grabbed his jeans from the floor, then pulled out a condom and rolled it on. His hand brushed under her, then he guided his cock to her opening. He dragged the tip against her and she shivered at the intimate contact.
“Yes. Fill me up.”
His cockhead slid inside, stretching her. She moaned as his big shaft pushed into her, gliding deeper and deeper.
“Oh, yes,” she cried. “You feel so good inside me.”
He groaned, then pushed all the way in.
She settled on his thighs, his cock fully immersed in her, and their gazes locked.
“You are incredibly beautiful,” he said, awe in his voice.
Her cheeks flushed as intense emotions flooded through her. She couldn’t believe he thought she was special. He could have any woman he wanted, but he’d chosen her.
She stroked his hair back from his face. “So are you.”
Then she kissed
him, lightly brushing her lips on his at first, then deepening the kiss. He arched upward, pushing his cock deeper. She pulled her lips away and sucked in air. He was so big, stretching her so good.
He grasped her hips and guided her up and down. She rose and fell, swallowing his cock deep each time she lowered her body. Pleasure spiraled through her, a maelstrom of intense sensations.
He groaned and she felt him swell even harder inside her
Pleasure swelled inside her and she moaned. She clutched his big shoulders, feeling the muscles ripple under her fingers. Their gazes remained locked and she felt herself drawn into his mesmerizing, intensely blue eyes.
His lips brushed hers. “I want to make you come. I want to see your face glowing in ecstasy.”
He continued to guide her hips in a steady motion, then he thrust upward, driving deep. She groaned, squeezing him inside her. Her eyelids fell closed as the pleasure swelled.
“Open your eyes, Jessica.”
She opened them again and found herself lost in his blue depths as he continued filling her. She ran her hand along the side of his face, loving the bristly feel of his cheek, then he spiked inside her and bliss blossomed through her.
“Oh, Storm.”
His cock drove deep again, and he gripped her hips possessively.
“God, yes, I’m…” She gasped and rode him, up and down, faster and faster, driving the pleasure higher until she exploded in ecstasy.
He moaned low in his throat. Then he thrust again, shuddering as he erupted inside her.
She continued to ride him as the pleasure waned to a steady, even buzz of delight. Finally, she collapsed against his solid chest and his arms wrapped around her. As he held her close, she felt cherished.
God, the man knew how to make love to a woman. And how to make her feel like she meant something to him.
As she rested in the sweet embrace of his arms, she realized that would be because he’d had a great deal of practice.
When she woke up in the morning, she opened her eyes to see a tattooed arm tucked around her waist. She couldn’t believe Storm had stayed over. She had expected him to be on his way as soon as they’d finished their lovemaking last night. Isn’t that what bad-boy rockers who drove motorcycles did?
But Storm was more like the rocker of her fantasies. A sensitive artistic musician who cared about the women he was with and showed it. She’d never believed a real rocker to be like that. They were arrogant and angsty, and a little selfish. Weren’t they?
She rolled onto her back and gazed at his handsome, sleeping face.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked without opening his eyes.
She smiled. “You.”
“And what are you thinking about me?”
“I was just thinking that…” She snuggled in closer and nuzzled his neck.
He smiled and opened his eyes. She stared into them, amazed at how blue they were.
“Yes?” he prompted.
She smiled and turned timid. “Just that… you were amazing last night. Not exactly what I expected.”
“In what way?”
“Well, I didn’t think you’d stay over.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You thought it’d be wham, bam, thank you ma’am?”
“No… well… yeah.”
He pulled her in close and kissed her. “I hate to think you have such a low opinion of me.”
He actually seemed hurt. No huge rock star ego here.
“I’m sorry, I… guess I had certain expectations of a charismatic rock star.”
“I’m not a star.”
“You were certainly star of the show last night. And all the women loved you.”
He smiled. “But you were the only woman I loved back.”
He pushed himself up on his elbow, gazing down at her. “You did enjoy last night, didn’t you?”
Her heart swelled and she stroked his cheek. “Yes, it was… wonderful.” No words would do justice to how he’d made her feel last night. “You were a fantasy come true.”
He grinned. “Yeah, and what fantasy would that be?”
She laughed. “Being with a bad-assed rock musician with a fetish for wild adventures.”
He chuckled. “I actually thought that was what repelled you about me.”
Her fingers plucked at the sheets. “You made me nervous. You seem to live life on the edge, and I didn’t know what I was opening myself up to.”
He pulled her into his arms and hugged her tight. “Jessica, you’ll always be safe with me. I promise you that.”
Her heart surged with pleasure. “I know.” It was just true, for no reason she could put her finger on. She just believed it right down to her core.
“You were so afraid of me that first day. I hated that.” His solemn gaze held hers. “I just wanted to protect you and make sure you got back to town safe and sound.”
A part of her wanted to protest. Tell him that she could take care of herself.
At her silence, his lips turned up in a grin. “Uh oh. I see that look in your eye. Don’t get me wrong. I could tell you were very capable, and your determination to walk back to town, even in those crazy high heels of yours, told me straight up that you were a woman to be reckoned with. But it’s not safe out on a dark road like that. For anyone. Someone dangerous might have come along.”
She smiled. “Like you.”
He growled and rolled on top of her, pinning her to the bed with his big body.
“I’ll show you dangerous.” He grasped her wrists and held them over her head with one hand as his lips nuzzled her neck.
She mock struggled against him, arching her body as tingles raced along her spine. His lips moved down to her collar bone, then over the swell of her breast. When his mouth captured her nipple, she gasped at the exquisite sensation.
She couldn’t believe she’d tried to resist him at first, and thanked her lucky stars that he hadn’t given up on her.
His big body on top of her, crushing her breasts, her wrists pinned above her head, and the feel of his gigantic cock swelling against her belly took her breath away. She squirmed as her sex grew wet and flooded with heat.
”Please, Storm,” she gasped. “I need you inside me.”
He scraped his teeth against her nipple, eliciting a gasp.
“If you want me so bad, tell me what I want to hear.”
Her eyes widened. “What’s that?”
“Tell me what you want me to do to you in a way I want to hear it.”
She ached for him. “I want you to … uh…”
He nipped her ear. “Say it.”
He pressed his groin to her, pushing his hot, hard shaft against her.
His hot breath rushed against her ear as he spoke. “I think the word you’re looking for is “fuck”.
He licked her nipple against, then sucked, hard, making her moan.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he insisted, tightening his hold on her wrists.
“I want you to… uh… fuck me.”
His eyes gleamed. “What do you want?”
She shivered inside. “Please. I want you to fuck me,” she said with more conviction.
He arched his groin against her again, his hard length pressing against her wet slit. The pressure made her insides throb with need.
“Oh, God, please. Fuck me.”
He chuckled, then grasped his big cock and stroked it over her slick flesh. He teased her opening with his hot cockhead, gliding it back and forth. She arched against him, wanting him inside her, but he held back.
“Now. Drive it into me,” she demanded.
He laughed, then pivoted forward. His huge erection plunged into her, filling her to the root. She gasped, her wrists straining against his hand.
He began to move, his cock gliding inside her. She moaned at the delicious sensation of his big body taking her. He released her wrists and cupped her breast as he rode her, moving faster and faster. Then she felt his fingers moving between the
ir bodies and he found her clit. She gasped, then arched as potent sensations blasted through her.
“Oh, God, you’re going to make me come.”
“Do it, baby.”
He flicked her clit again and a rush of pleasure stormed through her in a tidal wave. She gasped, then wailed as the orgasm slammed through her.
He arched up, then groaned his release.
Her body dissolved into pure bliss, time melting away around her.
Finally, they collapsed on the bed. His inked arms came around her and held her close to him. She could hear his rapid heartbeat against her ear.
God, she knew the man wouldn’t stay around long. Why would he?
But while he was here, it certainly would be one hell of a ride.
Twenty minutes later, he stood behind her in the shower soaping her breasts. The feel of his warm hands gliding over her slippery flesh was heaven.
“So, tell me, what other fantasies do you have?” he said.
“Oh, I think you’ve pretty well satisfied them all.”
“Pretty well?”
She laughed as she turned to face him. The sexy sight of the water sluicing down his muscular arms, over the rhythmic tribal tattoos threw her off balance. She still couldn’t believe he was here with her.
“I mean exceptionally well.”
He chuckled then pulled her in for a kiss. “I’d like to know what even more interesting sexual adventures I could bring to life for you.”
The memory of the sex dream she’d had about Storm—where another man joined them while Storm fucked her on a pool table, both their cocks gliding into her—flashed through her brain. She could still remember the feel of the second cock gliding into her ass while Storm’s cock filled her from the front.
Her gaze dropped from his face as her cheeks flushed. “You’ve already fulfilled my fantasies.”
He laughed. “I don’t think so. From those rosy cheeks of yours, I know you’re hiding something.”
“No, there’s nothing.”
He curled his arms around her and backed her against the shower wall.
“Tell me,” he insisted.
“Really, there’s nothing else.”
He started to tickle her and she jerked back against the tiled wall, laughing.