by Opal Carew
And excitement. Her soft insides ached at the thought of him gliding it into her. Her muscles contracted. She thought she heard a groan over the sound of the engine, and he arched forward. It was then she realized she’d squeezed her fingers around him.
Excitement surged through her as she realized the power she had over him. She squeezed him again and stroked him up and down, feeling the outline of his big erection. Longing to unzip his jeans and slip her hand inside.
She wanted to feel his hot flesh. Wanted to feel it burning against her skin.
Could she be so bold?
He twitched against her hand. Hell, he’d probably be thrilled.
She grabbed the tag of his zipper and pulled it down.
* * *
Shock felt the zipper on his jeans loosen. Fuck, what was she doing to him?
He’d only expected her to stroke him a few times, maybe a light teasing touch every now and again, but once he’d felt her hand on him, he’d pushed her.
Now she was running with it.
Her delicate hand slid into the opening of his jeans and wrapped around his aching cock.
God, if she kept giving him attention like this, he’d explode all over her hand. And at sixty miles per hour, that wasn’t the smartest thing to do. He could handle a bike through almost anything, but a distraction like that … he didn’t want to put her in danger.
Then her fingers found his naked flesh and he groaned.
One stroke and he was trembling with need.
Another and—
He slammed his hand on hers to stop the movement, then drew it away and zipped up his pants.
He could feel her body tense behind him, then her hands tentatively gripping his waist. Shit, she must feel she didn’t know what the hell he wanted.
He took her hand in his and squeezed, then placed it lightly on his cock—his full, close-to-bursting cock. He pressed his hand on top of hers and just held her there, focusing on controlling his raging hard-on.
She got the idea and left her hand there, even after he pulled his away. Occasionally she would stroke lightly or give him a gentle squeeze. The result was that by the time they arrived at the house where they were meeting the others his cock was on a hair trigger.
He pulled up in front of the big country house. Between him and the others in Steele’s crew, they had a great network of houses to stay at. Mostly through Shock’s connections, since he knew a lot of rich people who had country homes they never used, but some of the other guys knew people with cottages they let them stay at, too. This, however, was Shock’s own house.
He pulled the bags from the storage compartment, then grabbed Liv’s hand as soon as she dismounted and dragged her toward the door. He was so turned on that he could hardly wait to get her into the bedroom.
He pulled open the front door of the dark, quiet house and led her up the stairs to the master bedroom. Once inside, he closed the door, dropped the bags on the floor, and turned to her, pushing her up against the wall. He claimed her lips, his arms gliding under her jacket and over her back, pulling her tightly to him.
“Fuck, I’ve waited so long for this,” he murmured, then claimed her lips again.
* * *
Liv felt overwhelmed as his big body pressed against her, the bulge of his erection hard against her belly. His kiss swamped her senses, sending her head spinning.
Then she felt his hands moving at her waist and realized he was undoing her belt. The zipper of her jeans glided open and he started to push them down with one hand.
Panic welled in her.
His other hand glided over her breast as his tongue plundered her mouth.
She tore her mouth free. “Shock, wait.”
His hand stroked the front of her panties, then his fingers glided over the thin fabric covering her crotch.
“Wait for what, baby?” he asked, his voice full of need.
The feel of his fingers on her there sent a wild rush of desire through her, but at the same time it acted like a slap across the face.
“No, please.” She pushed against his chest.
He frowned, staring down at her. “What the fuck’s wrong?”
“I …” She gazed away from his steely brown eyes. “I’ve never done this before,” she admitted.
“Never done what?” he said in a daze.
“This,” she hissed in exasperation.
His eyes narrowed. “You’re saying you’re a virgin?”
“Well, not technically.”
He eased back a little. “There’s only one technicality. A pretty big one.”
At his words, all she could think about was his big cock still pressed tight against her.
“And it either did or didn’t happen.”
The thought of his cock gliding inside her filled her with panic.
“It did. Once.” She bit her lip. “But it wasn’t my choice.”
His body stiffened against her, then he slowly eased back.
“Are you saying you were raped?” he said in a low, dangerous tone.
She blinked back tears. She’d tried not to think about it. She didn’t want to feel the debilitating vulnerability again.
“No. Well, yes.”
“Which is it?”
“I fell asleep at a party. At a friend’s house. I’d had a bit to drink and went into her spare room. I woke up and …” She gulped back a sob, remembering the guy on top of her. Pushing into her.
“Fuck.” Shock slid his arms around her and drew her close, then stroked her back. Soothing her.
The guy had been a friend. They had classes together in college. Often studied together. He’d give her copies of his notes when she missed classes and vice versa. She got the feeling he was attracted to her, and she tried to give him the hint that she didn’t feel the same way about him. In fact, she was attracted to Devin—Shock—at the time.
The key was, she had trusted him, and he had betrayed her. She’d never really been able to trust anyone since then.
Shock stroked her hair and she realized she couldn’t just feel sorry for herself. She drew back and looked up at him.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but … I …” She drew in a breath. “It doesn’t change what we’re doing here. I made a promise to you, and I mean to keep it. I just …” She pursed her lips. “If you can just be patient with me at first.” She rested her hand on his big, hard chest. “Then I promise, I won’t hold back.”
He scowled, and she was afraid she’d made him mad. Was he angry because she hadn’t confessed her inexperience? He expected her to be sexy and bold. Not some shivering virgin afraid of her own shadow.
Not that that was her. She might be nervous, but she would never quiver from any man.
“Fuck, what kind of monster do you think I am? I’m not going to force you to—”
“No!” she blurted, anger boiling through her. “You are not forcing me. I gave my word and I intend to keep it and no one—not you or anybody else—is going to stop me from doing that.”
She pushed her jeans to the floor and stepped out of them, then, summoning her courage, she pushed down her panties.
“Liv”—Shock said, gazing at her face—“you can’t expect me to—”
“To what? Fuck the damaged girl? The one who got raped and now can’t function as a normal woman?” Those last words sent chills through her, because, despite her bravado, they were much too close to the truth.
She should have told him about this before, but he might have thought she was just trying to get out of their agreement. No, it was actually because she’d been afraid he would change his mind about the whole thing and not loan her the money she had needed so badly. Clearly, he wanted her and that had been his reason for giving her the loan.
He had clearly changed since college. He was no longer the sensitive, charming man he’d been. He was hard and rough. He didn’t care about her the way she thought he had back then—maybe it had just been a crush—but now all he wanted was h
er body. And she had agreed to give it to him.
She would not back out now for anything.
“Liv,” he said evenly, “I’m only taking your feelings into consideration. The fact that you haven’t had sex since then means …”
She glared at him.
“I don’t want you to”—he clenched his jaw—“be with me if you don’t want to.”
“I do want to,” she said fiercely, needing to convince him.
She grabbed his hand and pulled it to her thighs, then pressed it between them. He tried to pull away, but she pushed him down between her legs, forcing him against her folds.
“You can feel it, can’t you?” She knew she was wet, and the feel of his fingers there sent a blind hunger through her that was almost too much to bear.
“Fuck, you are so wet.”
He tried to draw his hand away again, but she grabbed his wrist and pulled it back.
“Then do something about it,” she demanded through clenched teeth.
He stared at her, his eyes blazing with what looked like anger, but then he ripped his hand from her grip and pulled her into his arms. He cupped her head and drew her face to his. As soon as his lips brushed hers, his tongue invaded her mouth, driving inside her just as she was sure he wanted to drive his hard cock into her.
She melted against him. His erection, still confined within his jeans, pushed against her naked stomach, and she ached for him, at the same time as trepidation skittered through her. He cupped her ass and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around him, enjoying the feel of his denim-covered shaft cradled between her legs as he carried her to the bed. He set her down on the edge and knelt in front of her. Then he reached for her chest and she expected him to tear open her shirt and tug down her bra to expose her naked breasts, but instead he pressed her back until she lay flat on the bed, her legs still dangling over the edge.
“Let’s get this straight right now,” he said, his gaze locking with hers as she watched him. “From here on forward, I am in charge and you will do exactly as I say, but if I do anything that makes you uncomfortable, tell me. Do you understand?”
She drew in a deep breath and nodded.
“Good. Now open your legs.”
She obeyed, but despite her best efforts to remain calm, her earlier anxiety returned. Her gaze locked on the bulge in his jeans—the very large bulge—and she couldn’t help tensing.
He rested his hand on her thigh and squeezed gently. “It’s okay. Do you trust me?”
Trust? Despite her earlier thoughts about how she hadn’t trusted anyone since “the incident,” she realized that she did trust Shock. She didn’t know why. He was a big, rough, tattooed biker. He was nothing like the man she’d known in college.
But she knew she could trust him.
She nodded.
“Now, do you want me to touch you?”
Her breath caught. Oh, God, she did. So much.
She nodded.
His fingers touched her intimate folds and she stifled a moan.
“Do you like me touching you?” he asked.
“Oh, yes,” she sighed.
He stroked along her sensitive flesh, then she watched as he leaned forward. His lips touched her slick folds and she moaned at the delightful sensation.
His tongue brushed against her and she jumped. He lifted his head and gazed at her. “Are you all right?”
“Yes. Please do it again.”
He lowered his head and again his tongue glided over her. She arched to meet his mouth.
He tucked his arms under her knees and lifted, spreading her thighs wider. He pressed deeper into her, his breath brushing against her skin. His tongue glided the length of her opening, then he drew her folds apart with his thumbs, exposing her clit.
He ran the tip of his tongue against it and fluttered. Wild sensations shot through her, sending her heart racing. His finger slipped inside her as he lapped at her clit. She tightened around him. He slid another finger inside and began to suck on her nub. She pushed the hair from her face as heat shimmered through her. She slid her hand over his head, weaving her fingers through his dark, wavy hair, then clinging to him as pleasure rocked through her.
“Oh, God.”
His fingers continued to move inside her as heat blazed through her in waves. His tongue teased her, then he sucked again and she gasped. Blissful sensations swept over her and she groaned, her insides seeming to expand in a cataclysmic explosion of joy.
“Oh … Shock …” Then she wailed, tears welling from her eyes as the most intense pleasure she’d ever experienced blasted through her, tearing her from her body and casting her into a state of pure ecstasy.
She didn’t know how long it took for her to settle back to the here-and-now, but the next thing she knew, Shock had pulled her into the bed and was lying beside her. He had shed his jeans and shirt, but the light cotton of his boxers remained a barrier between them. She still wore her shirt.
She rested her hand against his chest, then glided it down to his boxers, but he caught her wrist, then turned her away from him. Before she could feel rejected, he pulled her tightly to him, spooning against her back.
His cock, still big and hard, pressed into her behind.
“Now it’s your turn,” she murmured, trying to turn around, but he held her fast.
“Now it’s time to go to sleep.”
“But you’re—”
“I said sleep. And as you agreed, while you’re here, whatever I say in the bedroom goes. Are we clear?”
“Yes. Whatever you say,” she murmured.
* * *
Shock didn’t know how he could possibly fall asleep with her round, luscious ass pressed tight against his aching cock, the taste of her sweetness still on his lips.
He wanted her so bad, but he wouldn’t take her now. Not after what she’d told him.
His stomach clenched at the idea of someone taking her against her will. She always had been headstrong, and often put herself into risky situations, but no matter what she had done or where she had been, that didn’t give anyone the right to hurt her like that. To force her to do something she didn’t want to do.
Guilt washed through him. Who the hell was he to talk? He had forced her into this situation. And now she was insisting on seeing it through. He’d given her the option to leave, but she felt the need to prove herself. It was a matter of pride with her.
Damn, if he could get out of this deal with her, he’d do it in a heartbeat. He’d still loan her the money, of course, but—
Fuck, who was he kidding? He wanted her, and he had for a long time. He wouldn’t let her go now. Not until he’d had his fill of her. And she wanted him, too. She’d proven that tonight. They might both have issues, but the attraction between them—shit, the sheer primal need for each other—was undeniable.
She murmured softly in her sleep and he drew her closer to his body. His cock throbbed with the need to be inside her, but he ignored it as best he could.
This would be good for both of them. It would be a win-win situation. He would help her get over her sexual issues, and they would enjoy each other until the time was up.
Now all he had to do was find a way to fall asleep at night while being so close to her until they got to the point where he could drive his cock into her and relieve this intense yearning.
* * *
Liv woke up to an empty bed. She expected Shock’s big, warm body close to her, but he was gone. She rolled onto her back and gazed at his empty pillow, then ran her hand across the impression where his head had been.
Last night had been … unexpected. He’d been so gentle and patient with her. So concerned.
And he’d totally rocked her world. Even though he hadn’t actually had sex with her. She felt guilty that he had been left frustrated. He hadn’t allowed her to do anything about it, but that only made her feel worse.
She pushed back the covers and walked to where her underwear still lay on the floor and pulled them o
n, then opened the door and peered out. She couldn’t hear anyone in the house, so she walked down the hall peering into rooms until she found the bathroom. She stripped off her shirt, bra, and panties and stepped into the shower, letting the warm water flow over her body. She washed and scrubbed every part of her. As her hands ran over her breasts, she thought of Shock’s hands cupping them and caressing her. She soaped between her legs, remembering him touching her there. Licking and sucking. Giving her exquisite pleasure.
She leaned back against the tiled wall, thinking about Shock walking into the bathroom and stepping into the shower with her right now. Imagining him naked, his big cock, which she still hadn’t seen, hanging heavy between his legs, then enlarging as he saw her naked body.
She closed her eyes and imagined him kissing her, his hard body pressing her against the tile wall, then the head of his cock nudging between her legs and pushing slowly inside.
There was a knock on the bathroom door and her eyes popped open.
“Who is it?” she asked.
The door opened just a little. “It’s just you and me in the house, Liv,” Shock said. “What are you doing in here?”
“Taking a shower.” She knew he could hear the water.
He stayed on the other side of the door. “I can tell that. I just didn’t know why you came to this one, since there’s a private bathroom off our bedroom.
Our bedroom.
“I didn’t know that.”
“There are no towels in there. I’ll go get you some.” The door closed behind him.
A moment later he rapped on the door again and opened it a crack. “I’m bringing in the towels, but don’t worry. I won’t be able to see you through the frosted glass of the shower. Okay?”
“Yes,” she answered.
He wouldn’t see her. Well, he would, but just as a shadowy form. Would he be able to see the contours of her body? The shape of her breasts?
Would he be able to see that her nipples were hard from thinking of him touching her?
Would he know how wet she was … and not from the shower?
He opened the bathroom door and stepped inside.