by Wilde, Kati
“Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me.” His voice sharpens. “I’ve done nothing worth thanking. There’s no negative for me here—unless it hurts you. Unless you’re scared. Then it will be fucking torture for me and worse for you.”
Swallowing hard, I nod. “I know. And I don’t think it’ll be easy. But I’ve got a plan—I’m just going to suck on your cock until you’re about to come, then get on until you do. It’ll be quick.”
He doesn’t look persuaded. “You’re nervous as hell.”
“Yeah, well.” I can’t really do anything about that. “I just keep reminding myself that it’s nothing to them. We’re just another couple having sex. The only people it really matters to is you and me. So I’m just going to pretend they aren’t there and only think of what we want. And if they, you know, want to show their admiration—”
“They won’t touch you.” His gaze holds mine. “I swear to God. The whole thing stops if they try to.”
Relief sweeps through me. My legs shake from the strength of it. “I would have forced myself to—”
“No.” He’s shaking his head. “Forced yourself? Fuck, no.”
“Okay.” The pressure in my chest is suddenly overwhelming. This is going to happen. “Okay, then.”
“Any second you want to stop, we do.” He tugs me close, lowering his mouth to mine in a sweet kiss before saying again, “Any second.”
Heart thundering, I nod. With my hand clasped firmly in his, he opens the door. The loft is like a smaller version of the downstairs clubhouse with sofas, flat screen TVs, and tables. There wasn’t anyone up here when we went into the conference room but now Blowback is waiting for us, along with Stone, Gunner, and Spiral. Only Blowback is on his feet and looking at us, though. The other three are sitting on the sofas and poking at their phones.
Saxon frowns at them. “What are you doing?”
“We had a conversation downstairs,” Blowback says. “If the Riders’ president is going to fulfill the First Lady clause, then we agreed it isn’t necessary for every club member to stand witness. I asked them if they’re going to doubt the word of the executive board and they aren’t. So you can perform it up here, just in front of the officers, instead of down there.”
So many fewer people watching. My hand squeezes Saxon’s. “You’re missing some officers.”
Blowback shrugs. “Old Timer elected to remain downstairs because he doesn’t want to watch anyone but his old lady. Widowmaker elected the same, claiming that participating might cause conflict between him and his wife, and he persuaded the other board members with wives or old ladies to stay below, as well.”
But someone has to stand witness. So the single board members remained.
All of that couldn’t have just happened spontaneously, though. Blowback must have been planning that ‘conversation’—and likely enlisting the help of the elder bikers to pressure the others to fall in line.
Saxon seems to realize the same. He clasps Blowback’s forearm, and his voice deepens when he says, “Thank you.”
The veep nods and his flat gaze falls on me. “We have also decided that, in order to remain in compliance with our Constitution, we will respect your woman’s history and we won’t bring any hurt on her—so we’ll only show our admiration if she invites us to do so.”
“I might kiss you for this,” I tell him.
A smile touches his mouth. It doesn’t make him seem any less scary. His gaze returns to Saxon’s. “We will make sure you’re in full compliance. They’re taking our word. You can’t touch her. You can’t help her. She has to take you. You have to come inside her. That means no condoms.”
Saxon frowns. “We won’t make liars out of you. But we can’t risk—”
I stop him. “I took care of it. The birth control, anyway.” When he looks at me, I tell him, “I already had an appointment. I got an IUD. Are you okay for the rest?”
He suddenly grins. “Yeah. Went in for a test the day after you showed up at my Den. I wasn’t sure what I’d need to persuade you to take a chance on me.”
“Then we’re good.”
“Real good if I’m getting into you bare.” Saxon tugs me toward one of the sofas. “Let’s get this done.”
I kick off my heels on the way. God, so much better. I assumed that I’d have to come in and be all sexy in front of everyone. I was thinking of Lily and how she said that so many of the guys lived in Porno World, and if my worth is going to be judged by my hotness level—no matter how stupid that is—then I won’t give anyone a reason to say I’m not good enough for Saxon.
He sinks down onto the leather, big and sexy and this isn’t going to be so bad. I can’t even see the guys behind me. Saxon sits back and locks his hands together behind his head—so that he doesn’t forget he can’t touch me, I realize. Otherwise it’s a casual position, purely masculine, with his knees apart and his boots planted solidly on the floor.
“On your knees, woman,” he says, but not in that hard way he usually has. He’s teasing me. Trying to put me at ease.
And I need to be put at ease because I’m still shaking a little. With a tremulous smile, I kneel between his feet. My hands slide up his denim-covered thighs. He’s not even hard yet. The bulge behind his fly is just his package, not an erection. That’s new. Usually I don’t even have to touch him. I look up.
His teeth are clenched. “You’re fucking trembling.”
“I can’t help it.” My hands go to his buckle. “But you’ve got to get into it, okay? Because you have to come.”
His jaw tightens before he nods. His eyes close.
“You better be thinking of me,” I say and his mouth twitches.
“I am, princess. I’m thinking of lifting you up over my face and sucking all the juices from your wet cunt.”
And that apparently helps. His dick is already stiffening when I finish unbuttoning his jeans and spread his fly. Even partially soft, his shaft is thick and heavy, lying against a dark thatch of hair that narrows as it arrows up to his navel. God, I just love his cock. I stroke his burgeoning length before leaning in to swirl my tongue over the head. His body tenses. A few more licks and he’s fully erect and his breath hissing between his gritted teeth. Yes. I swallow him as deep as I can, then somewhere behind me leather squeaks as if one of the guys has shifted position on his sofa and every muscle in my body freezes.
“No, princess. No.” Saxon’s voice draws my gaze up. His blue eyes are intense and locked on my face. “They’re not looking. All right? It’s just you and me.”
I nod and suck again, but now I can only feel my ass, because I’m bent over Saxon’s lap and it’s like a thousand eyes are staring at it, even if none are. Even if it’s still covered by my dress. I suck and suck, and now my face turns red with every slurping sound, and when I try to go deeper and choke, I wonder why I ever thought I could do this. Only a few days ago this was the sexiest thing I’ve ever done, taking him deep into my mouth, into my throat, and now my hotness level is hovering somewhere around zero.
“Hey.” His face dark, Saxon abruptly leans forward, cradling my jaw in his hands. “Are you done? You want to walk? I’ll walk out of here with you, Jenny.”
“No.” My voice is hoarse and I’m fighting not to let the tears filling my eyes spill over. “I can do this.”
He’s battling himself. I can see it. Maybe deciding whether to say fuck it all. But he finally nods. “Why don’t you come on up into my lap. You’ll take my cock in real deep and we’ll get this going.”
Real deep. That always sounds nice.
“Hands, boss,” Stone says quietly behind us.
“Fuck off,” Saxon snarls back, but he lets me go and fists them beside his thighs. I crawl up onto the sofa, preparing to turn around and straddle him in the reverse cowgirl required by the clause. I pause when he shakes his head. “Face me and kiss me first.”
I can do that—and it’s exactly what I need. Swinging my leg over his lap, I center myself ove
r his erection and claim his mouth. He tastes so good, and heat slides down my belly like a good shot of whisky. My tension and shaking slowly ease as I lose myself in him, and I keep going back for another taste, another lick.
“I think I’m okay now,” I say softly against his lips.
His voice is rough. “And so fucking beautiful, Jenny.”
I smile and step back off the sofa, holding his gaze as I reach up under my dress to tug down my panties. Only my breasts and genitals have to be exposed for this—ostensibly so that everyone can easily see that I’m really taking his cock, but I suspect that Lucifer was just a pig—so I don’t need to get naked. I’ll just hike up my hem and pull down my top.
The nakedness won’t be so bad, anyway. I’d rather parade around nude than share something as private as sex with Saxon.
It’s just him and me. Him and me. But although the others aren’t looking, I can see them when I turn around. They all appear as stiff and uncomfortable as I am. This must be the worst public sex they’ve ever seen.
Or not seen.
I sigh and slide over Saxon’s lap, his hard chest against my spine. He can’t hold me, but I love feeling so much of him pressed against me.
His voice is low in my ear. “All right?”
“Yeah.” I reach down between my legs. Dry as a fucking bone. I rub my clit and close my eyes. “Are you going to lick me later?”
“Damn right, I’ll lick you. I’m going to eat you all up.” His teeth catch my earlobe and I shiver. “Tell me how wet you are.”
“Um…”
“Jenny.” It’s a pained groan. “You’re always wet.”
“Now you know how I felt when you weren’t hard.”
“I am now.” He kisses the side of my neck. “So fucking hard. I keep thinking of how you’re going to feel when you get your pussy around me. I haven’t fucked you like this before, but when this is all done, I’m going to get you home and sit you over me like this again. I’m going to bend you forward and spank your ass every time I fill your cunt. You want that?”
“Yes,” I say and this is helping, too. I’m not really wet but I’m getting a little moisture worked up.
“Give me your fingers.”
He sucks them into his mouth and that’s better, too. Sliding my wet fingers through my pussy, I lift up and fit the head of his cock against my entrance. I can’t even get him in. This time I lick my own fingers and try again.
“Jenny—”
“It’s okay. I can do it.”
“You’re not ready.”
I’m ready for this to be done. Biting my lip, I press down. Oh, fuck. I can’t stop my whimper. Saxon curses behind me and his arm wraps around my waist, lifting me off him. His breathing is harsh and ragged but he doesn’t say anything, he just holds me tight against his chest, my legs spread wide over him, my knees pressing into the sofa cushions.
“It’s not going to happen like this,” he finally says. “Not when you can’t relax. You’re just going to get hurt.”
“Saxon—”
“Kissing me was good, right?”
I sigh. “Yes. But you can’t do anything else. You can’t help me.”
If he could I’d be standing on the sofa cushions and shoving my pussy into his mouth.
“I can, princess. You just have to trust me. You close your eyes, and I’ll get hands and a mouth to help you out. It’ll be me, telling them what to do.” His voice is soft. “Will you be able to do that?”
“I don’t know.” Because now more nervousness is curling in my belly. “But I can try.”
“Someone else you trust. Stone, maybe? You’ve known him a long time. Stone! I need you over here.”
Anna’s brother looks up even as I shake my head. “It’s too weird, Saxon. We’ve known each other too long. I’ve seen him light his dick on fire, for God’s sake.”
“Gunner, then.” The sergeant at arms is looking our way now, too. They all are. “He’s real pretty.”
Gorgeous, and even more so when he grins—he must have heard Saxon’s comment. “It would hurt Anna if she ever found out.”
That gets rid of Gunner’s smile. Asshole. It’s not like he doesn’t know how she wants him.
I can almost feel Saxon eyeing Blowback but I stop him before he can ask whether his veep still scares me. We’ve been going the wrong way, anyway. I don’t freeze up with Saxon…and I don’t freeze up with women.
“Lily,” I say softly. “Ask if she will.”
He doesn’t hesitate. “Get Zoomie up here.”
Blowback doesn’t blink. As he goes to the stairs, I try to relax against Saxon. “I’m sorry,” I murmur for his ears only. “I don’t know what’s going wrong.”
“This clause is what’s wrong, Jenny. Not you.” He pulls me back farther, angling his head so he can taste my mouth. “So don’t you ever be sorry for this. The only thing I care about now is that you’re not hurt.”
My fingers tighten on his forearm. “Okay.”
The sound of boots on the stairs turns my gaze that way. Blowback returns with Lily right behind him, a bottle of beer dangling from her fingers. Her eyes widen when she sees us.
“You needed me, boss?”
“Jenny’s real nervous,” he says. “You want to show your admiration?”
She blinks as if the words don’t make sense—then she suddenly grins. “I’d love to.”
Taking a swig, she pushes her bottle toward Blowback. He takes it, his eyes narrowed on her as she saunters toward us. And somehow, it’s already easier. I feel Saxon relax a little, too, as if Lily’s complete ease and enthusiasm bled into both of us.
Maybe that’s all it was. We were both so tense and just wanted it to be over. We just couldn’t get into it. But Lily already is.
She drops to her knees between his feet in almost exactly the same position that I was in while sucking his cock. He’s not her focus, though. I am. I’m straddling his legs and facing her.
Quietly, she asks, “You’re really okay with this, Jenny?”
“Yeah. You?”
“Yeah.” Her gaze slides past me. “And you’re going to be okay with this, boss? I’m not going to get my ass kicked later, am I?”
She’s joking but he answers her seriously. “I’m all right with anything that helps her now. I just need you to be my hands and mouth.”
Nodding, she looks at me again, and something changes in her eyes. Slowly her gaze slides down my body, and suddenly she’s looking at me like Saxon does. Not with the same intensity and need, but with a hell of a lot of heat, as if she can’t wait to eat me up.
Her voice is throatier as she says, “Just tell me where to get started.”
Oh, my God. I look up. Spiral, Gunner, and Stone aren’t looking at their phones anymore. Instead they’re watching us as if electrified. Even Blowback seems transfixed, staring at Lily’s back while he downs her beer.
Saxon’s arm tightens as he adjusts my position, moving me down and forward a little. His cock is a rigid length against the cleft of my ass. I’m lower now—and he can look down over my shoulder and see everything Lily does.
The movement seems to remind our watchers. “You’re touching her, Saxon,” Gunner says.
He lets me go, but he’s still all around me. I’m leaning back against him and Lily’s in front of me…and she’s going to be his touch. It’s still just him and me.
I close my eyes.
“Her neck,” Saxon says and his voice is rough. “Just beneath her ear.”
Warmth in front of me. A breath against my skin.
“Right there. Suck on that spot a little, then give it a little bite. She likes that.”
God, so much. A shiver races over my skin as I feel the nip of teeth, then the soothing caress of a warm tongue.
“Are her nipples hard?”
Fingers slide the straps of my dress over my shoulders. Cool air sweeps over my bared skin.
“Not yet, boss.”
“She’s not real sens
itive there at first. You got to suck hard. Make them red as berries. And as soon as they’re all roughed up you can go gentle and she’ll be squirming all over with every lick. Oh, fuck.”
He groans the curse as a warm mouth latches onto the tip of my breast. A shuddering breath escapes me, then my back arches when she sucks my nipple to a burning point. When he does this, Saxon just sucks hard, but she’s goes after my nipple again and again, suckling and releasing each time with a gentle scrape of her teeth. Then her fingers pinch the turgid flesh and she turns her attentions to my left breast, flicking her thumb in time with each rough bout of suction.
“Jesus, that’s beautiful.” Saxon’s body is like iron beneath me. “Like little cherries. When my cock’s in her she clamps right down the second I start sucking on them. She wet yet?”
Warm fingers slip over my heated flesh in a delicate tease. I moan low in my throat, my hips rocking forward.
“Not wet enough.”
“You play with her clit, then. Move that damn skirt out of the way.”
My dress is shoved up over my hips, bunching around my waist. My thighs tremble with anticipation as her hand slides back between my legs.
“Rub that little clit. Fuck, yeah. You like that, princess?”
I’m gasping, my hips jerking against the maddening touch. “Yes,” I say breathlessly, then cry out when Lily begins sucking hard on my nipple again, her fingers sliding over my clit, gently tugging my delicate flesh with each pass. She moans softly against my breast.
“She’s wetter, boss.”
“She needs to be fucking dripping. You want to taste her pussy?”
Lily doesn’t reply but she’s already moving down. Her hands grip my hips and slide me forward a little more, so that I’m sitting lower between Saxon’s spread legs and widening my thighs even farther. I hear a deep groan—someone watching, and I don’t care. A ravenous ache is building deep inside me and when I realize that Lily’s waiting for a go-ahead, I can’t stop my plea.
“Saxon.” Greedily I lift my hips. “Now.”
“You heard her, Zoomie. Lick all the way up her slit. And hold onto her. She’ll buck you right off when you hit her clit.” Hands clamp over my hips and her warm mouth surrounds my clitoris. A strangled moan rips from my throat. Oh, Jesus. “Fuck me, that pussy. So damn sweet. I never get enough.”