Forgetting her confused feelings, she started to feel that sense of freedom that the bikers liked to gab about so much— and that fabulous sensation of the wind on your face. She had the crazy desire to let him go and open her arms to the wind, but she was scared to do so. Plus, she was not a pro-bike rider, so she thought it was best to stick with the feeling of the wind on her face.
Jess
When they arrived at Jess’s apartment, her nerves were a wreck because she truly didn’t know how to handle the situation. He insisted in escorting her up to her apartment, and as much as she tried to tell him it wasn’t necessary, he didn’t take no for answer. Suddenly, they were at her door. Should I invite him in? she wondered.
She turned around to thank him once more for his help, but he was too close. It took a minute for her to gather her insides and master her voice. Finally, she managed to say, “Well, thank you again for the ride.”
“No problem,” his deep voice rumbled through the silent corridor, making her shiver.
“Are you cold?” he asked, taking his vest off and placing it on her shoulders.
“No,” she replied, about to protest; but, a finger on her lips stopped her.
The vibe changed with that small gesture. In fact, everything changed. Jess swallowed hard and could hear the loud, erratic pump of her heart, as Josh slid his finger across her lips, slowly and sensually.
Her lips opened in anticipation, and Josh didn’t miss the hint. He bent down and took her lips in the softest kiss. It was just a brush of his plump lips, but it was enough to get Jess’s body worked up.
“Invite me in,” he whispered on her lips, and Jess couldn’t find the nerve to say no to him.
Even if she wanted to, she couldn’t. Plus, she deserved some good fun after a hard day at work. It wasn’t like she did this all the time, and it would only be this once. One small trip to the wild side— where the fun girls lived.
Making her mind up, she quickly fished the key out of her purse and opened the door for Josh. She did a quick scan of her home, it wasn’t untidy, but it wasn’t exactly spotless. There were some clothes on the old couch, dirty dishes in the sink, and just a little bit of dust, and that was only because she was in a hurry this morning.
She wanted to apologize that her home was disorganized, but Josh didn’t give her time. As soon as the door closed, he was on her lips, faster than lighting. He groaned as he tasted the honey of her mouth and took the kiss deeper. She moaned, responding to the ferocity of his action and let herself get lost in the passion.
Saying that she was impressed was an understatement. She never would have guessed that her body would react so wantonly to passion, touch, luxury, and desire. But here she was, all worked up in passion, pressed between the wall of her living room and Josh’s hot, sexy, hard body— and having the time of her life!
She’d had boyfriends before and experienced passion before, too; but, having this kind of reaction with an almost complete stranger was incomprehensible. She couldn’t understand her actions, feelings, and reactions. Her mind, body, and soul were all gravitating to please one man: Josh Balentine. What is this madness? she wondered.
In her right mind, she would have never taken a ride from a stranger, and even more aggravating, a biker-stranger. Plus, to make things worse, she invited him to her house to have a one-night-stand of hot sex. What is wrong with me?
She didn’t have the chance to delve into her doubts because Josh bit her lip, and she gasped, feeling passion roll into her uncontrollably. “Josh…,” she breathed, then she lost the need for air, as he jumped from her mouth to her neck in wet, opened-mouth kisses.
He pressed himself on her, making her feel how hard he was. She felt his hard, thick steel throbbing for her and could not resist grinding against him, just to feel him closer to his skin. In response, Josh growled on the brink of passion.
Their eyes collided and the glint in his blue eyes showed exactly what he wanted: her. Jess gulped when she saw the intense desire in those eyes. She was used to men lusting over her; but this, this was a new level of lust, almost equal to hunger, pure animalistic hunger.
For the first time since she accepted his ride, Jess was nervous.
“Take me to your room.” He did not ask her, Where is your room? He commanded her to take him to her room, and that powerful voice made her guide him without a question. Suddenly, all her insecurities were forgotten.
She opened the door and went in, not bothering to turn the light on. The full moon outside emitted enough light through the small window that the room was pretty well lit. Apart from the functionality, it was romantic as hell to make love during a full moon.
Jess slowly backed away, feeling the strength of Josh’s eyes on her, eating her up, until she collided with the bed and fell on it.
“Beautiful,” he simply said.
How can I be this turned on with only a few kisses and some words, she wondered. “What are you doing to me?” she breathed, unable to control her curiosity.
“I may have to kill you if I told you.”
“You already are.” His dangerous aura filled the room in an unusual form. She didn’t know what he was going to do to her next, but just his voice and eyes were making her shiver.
Imagine if he used his hands…
Jess closed her eyes softly, moaning just thinking about his big hands on her.
“Jess,” she heard him say. Slowly, she opened her eyes to find him standing in the same spot, just admiring her. “Look at me, baby.” Mesmerized, she obeyed his command.
“I wanted you from the moment I saw you in that salvage yard, provoking me with your sassy attitude. I knew I had to have you. Do you want me, Jess?” Something about the way he said, Jess, was just so alluring. The way he pronounced her name made her lose her voice, so she just nodded, not trusting her voice.
“Say it.” He sensually ordered, closing the distance between them and kneeling in front of her. Something about having this man kneel before made her feel like a goddess worshiped by her followers.
“I…,” she started to say, but she could not finish. He was too close.
He spread her legs easily, thanks to her jeans, and stood between them, resting his big warm hands on her thighs. Electricity ran through his palms and rested on her sensitive skin, making her breath take a quick intake.
Now, only centimeters away from her face, he seduced her. “I want to hear it from you. Or I…” he trailed. He gently kissed her neck, just a chaste kiss, but it was enough to make her gasp. “…won’t be doing this, or…” he whispered on her neck, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine. He traced a small kiss on her sensitive neck. She could not hold back the moan that escaped her lips, and it was followed by a whimper, as he removed his full, devious lips from her.
What was that? she asked herself. “I want you!” she found herself nearly screaming, as soon as his lips were away from her neck. Damn, he is good! The foreplay game normally was her section of the game, but he just took it to another level.
He smirked, as she bit her lower lip a bit ashamed. She was so lost she didn’t know what to do, not to talk about the absurd need she felt for him—it was not normal. The desire ran through every cell of her body, and it was something out of this world, something supernatural and animalistic.
His lips met hers. The kiss started soft, as if he was testing the water before diving in, and then became rough. He bit her lower lip, as she gasped. When she parted her lips, he took the opportunity to explore her sweet mouth and initiate a deeper kiss, which she felt to the core of her being.
Her hands had a mind of their own and went up to his shaved head. She wanted so desperately to feel it, and she was surprised how smooth it felt. If someone told her that this was how her night was going to end, she would have laughed aloud, but now… she was even thankful that her controlling boss had the stupid rule to never close before time or this wouldn’t be happening.
Hovering over her on the bed, supportin
g some of his weight with his arms, Josh stopped kissing her. In response, she protested with a pout on her lips, which made him grin. He did not deprive her from pleasure for long. He bent down to her cleavage, and in the vale of her breast, he slowly started to place wet, open-mouthed kisses, eliciting moans from her.
He moved up her neck to meet her ear, as his lips touched the earlobe she released a whimper that sounded like she was having an orgasm. She arched her back to meet his chest, and he smiled. “So this is your hot spot, baby?” he purred in her ear, making her moan more.
“Josh!” she gasped, as he sucked her earlobe again.
“Hmm, I like the sound of my name coming from your voice.”
“Please, Josh. I want you now,” Jess pleaded, too out of control to care.
As soon as she said the words, she started taking off his clothes. She stopped for a minute to marvel at his physique. He can’t be real and is obviously made from Photoshop. There is no way all of that is real!
Without shame, she took all of him in— his scars, tattoos, and beautiful imperfections. Her hands travelled around Josh’s body and to her surprise he let her do whatever she wanted to do, without rushing anything.
She unfastened his belt, opened the zipper, and pushed his jeans down. His boxers were full. Not wasting another second, she took off his boxers, and his enormous erection popped up.
Mama mia! I’m in big, big trouble.
Before her was a reincarnation of her wildest dreams— a long, thick, and beautiful masterpiece of an erection. She was used to seeing superb manhood on the internet, but never in real life, and it was more than she expected, as was everything else. Her eyes went up to meet his, and he drew a predator's smile.
“This isn’t fair,” he said.
“What?”
“You are all dressed up and me…”
“Well, what are you waiting for, make this an even game.” And he did. Between kisses, they disposed of her clothes, so they were now fully naked for pleasure. Then, their exploration continued, as they pleased one another.
“Josh…” Jess breathed. “Now…”
Josh didn’t have to hear her speak again. He stood up in all his naked glory, took a condom out of his jeans pocket, rolled up his manhood, and came back to Jess. Settled on the bed once more, he kissed her. The kiss was potent and disarming. There was no softness this time; it was all carnal and pure animalist desire.
When she least expected it, he entered her with one stoke to the core. She gasped feeling full and a bit uncomfortable, but too horny to let a mere detail prevent her from enjoying the moment. He gave her a minute to adjust to his size before he started to move, gaining a rhythm. Things got wild quickly, and Jess lost total and utter control of her body.
She felt her walls convulse around him. His name was at the tip of her tongue on a cry that pierced the silence. She held him tight, as she rocked with her sensuous orgasm. He didn’t take long to answer her call, and he came right after her in a raspy-throat groan, exploding inside of her with the strength of a wild animal.
A full second, a minute, an hour, an eternity… passed. Both of them were awed by their chemistry. Jess couldn’t believe that they had such raw skin-to-skin connection. Josh slowly took himself from her warmth, and Jess immediately missed his presence and rolled over taking him with her.
“Damn, babe. That was…”
“Superlative.”
“Superlative?” he asked with a brow raised.
“Yeah, out of this world.”
“And to think that you almost took a pass on this.”
The arrogant bastard was back.
“Oh, shut up!”
She hit him.
“Ouch. What’s wrong with you woman? Violence isn’t the answer, but since you started it, I will have to show you how I punish woman who dares to raise her hand to me.”
“Oh really, how?”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
And it started all over again.
Josh
Josh Balentine stared at the ceiling of Jess’ bedroom, not believing what went down in that room last night and what he found in the morning when he woke up: a picture of her and Chris hugged together, as if they were a couple.
Chris was from the Savage Sons Motorcycle Club, and they were rivals of the Brothers in Fire. How did I end up involved with a chick that rolled up with those scumbags? he wondered. Ask that to my stupid libido, which by the way is still hard, as if I didn’t have enough last night. Jess, his little wild vixen, was still curled up on his chest, sleeping peaceful as an angel, unaware of the wild ideas that were clouding his mind.
This could not be. It was a mistake. His brothers wouldn’t forgive him if he started a war because he was banging someone else’s chick, not with all the free pussy running around. So, why it is so difficult to get up, put on my clothes, and get the hell out of here before she wakes up and complicates things?
There was no way he would betray his club because of a one-night-stand, as amazing as it was. It was just lust, uncontrollable sizzling lust; but, just that. Simply thinking about it made him want to turn her around and bear himself deep in her again, just to feel her pulsing around his cock.
Damn!
He ignored the needs of his body and slipped out the covers, gathered his clothes, and got dressed. As much as he tried to simply go, he couldn’t turn away from the sleeping beauty without a goodbye.
He pulled the covers, so Jess wouldn’t get cold and placed a soft kiss on her head, quietly whispering, “Goodbye,” before he took off. For the first time, regret not to be able to wake in a woman’s bed took over him, but it was necessary.
Jess would be okay. She was a grown woman and could take care of herself. In no time, she would forget about him. He wasn’t sure that he wanted that; but, he continued on his way until he got out, got on his motorcycle, took one last longing look at Jess’s apartment, and with a deep sigh, roared his bike to life.
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