Fall Into Me (A British Rockstar Romance)

by Nikki Wild

  His fingers threaded into my hair, but instead of commandeering my rhythm, he merely held my locks brushed aside. Grateful that I could now focus on sucking his cock, I picked the speed up, letting my fingertips dig into his hips as I fucked him with my mouth, harder and faster now, desperate to please him once more.

  I needed this… I’d been dreaming about Hunter for eight long years…

  Hunter’s fingers suddenly clasped a fistful of my hair, as if taking me by the reins. With gritted teeth that only exposed his animalistic pleasure, he began to more forcefully pull me down his cock. I relaxed my jaw to accept more of him in, knowing that this was inevitable… but I had held back an ace.

  With a good twenty seconds of thrusting his cock into my mouth at his preferred speed, he realized that something was a little different… I wasn’t stopping him.

  “You… oh my God…” He murmured for the first time since we’d kissed.

  I pulled my lips off of his cock, coughing temporarily before accepting a deep gulp of air. I grinned seductively up at him… “I’ve gotten better with age…”

  “Well, ain’t that just the sweetest,” Hunter grinned hungrily, pulling my mouth back onto his cock and groaning with pleasure. He released his wild abandon now, forcing me to accept as much of his huge cock as I could…

  And since I could use my throat now, that meant all of it. His grunts became a mixture of surprise and intense satisfaction.

  I steadied my hands around his hips as he continued to drill my mouth, releasing his grip every eighth or ninth thrust so I could restock on precious, life-giving oxygen.

  With a few more minutes of this, his grip released on my hair, and he pushed me off of his cock.

  If it had been anyone else, I would have been upset. I’d been so close to finishing him with my throat… but I knew Hunter, and I knew what he wanted.

  He wanted to share the pleasure.

  After quickly kicking off his boots and jeans, Hunter’s strong hand gripped my shoulder and coerced me up onto my feet. He guided me down a hallway and into a dark bedroom, tossing me down onto a bed.

  His bed.

  As I slumped down into his comforter, watching him kneel on the edge of the bed and come my way, that this had been everything that I’d wanted in the last eight years.

  His lips crashed down into mine, and I reached down to grasp the scepter of his passion. If I hadn’t already brought him to his knees, those few strokes would have done it. His satisfied groans against my lips told me everything that I needed to know.

  “Mmf,” he grunted, grasping a handful of my hair and pulling my eyes to match his. I was taken aback by his effortless dominance, and how I loved that simple, easy act of control.

  His kissing moved downward; his lips traced my collarbone, nipping down my skin around my bra. The biker peppered a trail of kisses down my abdomen until he reached the tantalizing edge of my panties.

  I was grateful that I’d at least matched my underwear today.

  Without a word spoken, Hunter tugged me up into a kneeling position, his lips on my neck. While I was distracted, I felt two little flicks of his wrist behind my back. All of a sudden, my bra’s clasps came undone beneath his touch.

  Pulling the velvety shield from my ample bosom and casting it aside, he coerced me down onto my back again. I allowed my head to nestle into his pillows as he descended upon my perky, erect nubs.

  A little charge of lightning pleasure sparked in my head as he took a nipple between his lips, wrapping his fingers around the breast to firmly squeeze it.

  As he continued to work my nipple between his teeth, my lips parted in a round ‘O’. My hips shifted as I twisted my torso lightly, feeling myself writhe underneath him – my body, independently of me, was responding to his touch.

  Just like it always had.

  My breath inhaled heavily, chest heaving, as Hunter switched to the other nipple – his hand continuing to knead the first breast. This time, he bit lightly, causing my hands to fly to caress his head against my chest.

  He continued this for a short while, alternating from nipple to nipple every minute or so. Meanwhile, his rough hands wandered… fingernails running up and down my side, squeezing into my shoulders, kneading my breasts, stroking down my thighs…

  I couldn’t bear to take it anymore, and I pushed downward on his head, wordlessly telling him where I needed him to go.

  Hunter followed my hint, peppering his kisses down my abdomen again until he reached my core. Instead of going straight for it, he guided them towards my inner thigh, leaving what I knew would be a sizeable mark on the soft flesh.

  The feeling of his lips sucking on my skin was driving me wilder than before, and I couldn’t help but hold onto his hair and slide my head back into the pillows.

  There was a light chuckle against my flesh, and he kissed his way to the other thigh, following suit there as well.

  I swallowed and lost myself in the relief, allowing him to continue leaving evidence of his presence against my inner thighs. My chest was definitely heaving now, and I let my eyes roll backwards into my head with pleasure.

  But when he pushed his lips into the single layer of fabric separating him from my sex…

  My hips bucked; my fingers threaded back into his hair, holding him to my body my limbs tightened. Hunter knew exactly how to tease me properly, and he merely rocked his face from side to side in small, minute motions, as if digging his lips further into my wet pussy without having to touch it.

  I whipped my face up from the pillows, gazing down upon him with a half-lidded gaze, and he merely smiled deviously as he only did it harder.

  “God, Hunter…” I murmured, my breath catching in my lungs.

  At that overtly satisfied declaration, Hunter’s thumbs hooked into the edges of my panties, whipping them down my thighs and off my ankles.

  Without a single thread of clothing on either of us, his mouth descended upon my sex, his tongue marrying to my inner folds as I lustfully gushed with pleasure.

  “F-Fuck!”

  My fingers, previously threaded delicately through his hair, frantically clutched into his follicles. I groaned and arched my back as my hips pressed upward into his mouth, matching the power of his simple motions.

  Hunter didn’t let up. While I rode his tongue, his face rode my hips; he matched my movements. My lover locked my thighs over his shoulders, his hands clasping into the thighs and keeping me trapped in position around his face.

  He proved that he was just as skilled at pleasing me with his mouth as he was when we were teenagers. If anything… he was possibly better at tongue-fucking me.

  Lifting his focus upward, he began to suck on my engorged clit, his tongue lapping underneath to tease my outer lips. Meanwhile, he slipped a hand free, lubing up his middle finger between my lips before plunging it into my wet, aching chasm.

  I felt myself parting around that single digit as it plunged into my depths, rolling over my rigid inner folds. He curled it backwards, pressing against my inner bundle of nerves and stroking me from the insides.

  My hips shifted as I rolled beneath his tongue, and he soon pulled the slickened finger free again. My aching, gasping lips parted around it, sucking it clean and lubing it up with the index digit.

  Coated with my saliva, both fingers tentatively pushed into my drenched pussy. They burrowed inwards, stroking my most sensitive pleasure zones as I writhed in pleasure. It took everything that I had to not release a tremendous succession of loud, embarrassing moans…

  It wasn’t long before I felt the rising, building, mounting pressure of a coming orgasm. I knew that I couldn’t hold onto composure much longer, and I bit my bottom lip before begging him to not stop…

  Hunter picked up the momentum, lifting up and leaning forward as his fingers powered into my hot, wet pussy, again and again at breakneck speed… I clutched onto his arms and squirmed under his power, feeling the swelling pressure climb in intensity until I was just at the cusp of a
tremendous climax…

  And with a gasping, lengthy moan, my body stiffened up – clenching onto his as I bucked my hips, descending into carnal ecstasy around his rough, powerful fingers.

  “Oh fuck me…” I groaned rhetorically, dropping down to the bedding in complete bliss.

  “Don’t threaten me with a good time,” Hunter murmured wickedly as he positioned himself against me, climbing onto my sweat-soaked body.

  I felt the engorged tip of his cock press into my slickened slit, threatening to infiltrate my folds. He hesitated briefly, as if waiting for me to command him to locate a condom… but I didn’t care about that.

  All I needed was him inside me… and I told him just that very thing.

  My body shuddered with pleasure as I felt his commanding rod push deep into my pussy. With successive, slow thrusts, my body adjusted to his thickness and length. Clearly eager to take everything that he had to offer, my folds stretched willingly around the powerful erection.

  “Oh god,” Hunter groaned. “I forgot how goddamned tight you are…”

  I nodded happily, pulling his weight down against mine. My arms enveloped his shoulders as he kissed into one of mine, biting down just hard enough to excite me.

  “Oh, do that again,” I murmured.

  He chuckled in surprise, but followed the command. With a punishing thrust, his teeth clamped down on the tender flesh of my shoulder, careful enough to not really hurt me.

  With my eyes clasped shut, I gasped out my building elation. Hunter’s movements built up towards a rhythmic crescendo; his thrusts started powering into me, again and again, driving my pleasure off the scale.

  He lifted himself up from me, breaking my embrace – but lifted my legs to rest my ankles on his shoulders. With this renewed angle, I felt his cock adjust trajectory inside upon his thrusting, and the new angle rubbed inside just right.

  A half-lidded glance up at him showed me that he, too, enjoyed this new angle. His eyes were closed, his chest groaning, and a deep flicker of desire across his face.

  We lost ourselves in each other. While he pummeled himself into my soaked pussy, again and again, I felt my ankles continue to bounce on his strong, broad, sweaty shoulders.

  My fingers clenched at the sheets.

  My back arched from the bedding.

  My lungs gasped with passion.

  Hunter spread my thighs, supporting each one in the crooks of his arms. Stretching my legs wider made me even tighter around him, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes back into my head.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” he repeated. “God, I love how tight you are, Sarah…”

  My mind practically crumbled at the sound of him murmuring my name during sex. It felt so right to hear it drift from his lips…

  I rocked my hips against his as he continued to pummel into my body, thrusting against and again. With the crooks of his arms keeping my legs spread wide for him, he dominated my body, punishing my wet pussy with the satisfying penetration of his thick, heavy cock…

  “Don’t… stop…”

  Hunter tightened his arms around my legs harder, his muscles clenching them into place as he leaned forwards. He slammed his hips against mine, again and again, thrusting harder and harder until I felt myself start to sputter towards the precipice of another mind-blowing orgasm…

  “F-f-fuck!”

  I released a throaty gasp as my body seized up against him, limbs locking and back arching. I moaned with heavy satisfaction as the pleasure rocketed down my body in waves of indulgence fulfilled… and then another, and another orgasm came, until I was surrendering my body to a thrilling multiple-climax finish.

  It was one of the best finishes of my life.

  As I rode out the succession of orgasms, the sculpted, rugged biker kneeling between my legs continued to repeatedly sheathe his throbbing hot cock into me. Finally, I relaxed beneath his presence, the soothing aftermath softly wafting along my veins.

  “Oh fuck, Hunter…”

  “I take it that you enjoyed that,” he smugly replied offhandedly, his lips matching the implied smirk behind his eyes.

  I shot him the dirtiest look I could muster. Considering that I’d just been fucked into one of the most incredible orgasms I’d ever felt… there wasn’t exactly a lot of sincerity that I could dig up for that filthy glance.

  “Here, I’ve got an idea…”

  He released my dangling legs from his arms, moving onto his back and pulling me into a straddle on top of his hips.

  “Oh, you want me on top, huh?”

  Hunter smirked. He parted his lips to give some arrogant response, but my fingers grasped around his cock. I guided it upward as I lowered down hard around the throbbing member.

  “Well – oh fuck, Sarah, that feels good…”

  It was my turn to offer a smug little smirk.

  “On top?” I repeated, rolling my hips against him. I let loose a half-chuckle, half-moan as I began rocking my hips down against him… and he could only vaguely nod his response.

  “Good… let me take care of your needs… you gave me such a great orgasm that it’s only fair I do the same to you…”

  He vaguely nodded again and I steeled myself against him, clenching my fingers around his shoulders for support as I began slamming my hips down around his hot, erect cock.

  “F-fuck…”

  Hunter shifted around beneath my body. His shoulders rolled slightly, and his hips started to buck up against mine. “Kiss me,” he pleaded, and the need behind the request convinced me to obey.

  I leaned down, pressing my lips against his. My tongue slid against them, coercing his mouth to part against mine; our tongues danced together again, in his mouth and in mine.

  I was distracted. His hands clamped around my hips, effectively locking me into place around him. My back was parallel to his stomach, and he held me horizontal against himself as he quickly repositioned his knees and began to jackhammer up into my wet, thirsty chasm.

  “Hunter… goddamn it… that’s too good…”

  “Don’t I know it,” he breathed huskily. “I always love this one… don’t know how much longer I can hold out…”

  It was then that I realized we weren’t using a condom… but it didn’t matter to me. It was dangerous; it was brash; yet, I didn’t care what happened.

  “I need you back onto your back,” he murmured, still fucking me hard from below. “So I can pull out…”

  “Doesn’t matter,” I responded.

  “You mean?” He asked for clarification, completely unable to stop from thrusting up into me. I could see the tension in his eyes as he met my gaze – we were sharing the same wavelength, although we didn’t want to admit it to each other…

  “Just do it, Hunter. I don’t care… I should be fine on my cycle. Just give it to me,” I pleaded back, feeling a strange desperation overcome me. “Fuck me until you come…”

  He clasped his hand around the back of my neck, pulling my face down into his throat with his free hand tightly grasping my hip. His thrusting built up, harder and harder, until I could sense his chest catching and his groans mounting…

  Another orgasm struck me, crippling my body with satisfaction as I felt his body go rigid beneath me.

  Here it is, I lustfully thought to myself.

  Thrusting as deep into my wet pussy as he could go, he let loose the entirety of his seed, pumping his hot, steamy gift up into my womb. My body shook against his with the pressure of my pleasure playing against the throbbing pulses of his cock. Once the last little rope of cum splattered against the inside of my wet, slickened folds, I collapsed onto the bed beside him.

  “That’s… well, one hell of a homecoming,” he murmured between gulps of air.

  I nodded with a laugh, catching my own breath. “I gave you what you wanted… Now I think it’s your turn to return the favor. I want to know where those girls are.”

  “I guess we’re back to all-business, Detective?” he said, letting out a littl
e sigh.

  I reached out, wrapping my hand around his cock, letting it slide slowly up and down along its length and grinning as it hardened beneath the tips of my fingers.

  “I don’t know about you, but I can multitask…” I replied, licking my lips.

  “Juarez,” he whispered, as I shifted, bringing my lips down against his collarbone and planting a soft kiss.

  “Go on,” I said, kissing just a bit lower, catching the edge of his muscular chest. Down I swept with little wet kisses following in my wake.

  “The girls are probably in Juarez…”

  25

  One quick, shared shower later, we were back in the kitchen and getting down to business once more. After all, despite wanting to see my old lover again… there was work to be done, and he was still holding cards that I needed to see.

  Hunter elaborated on the truth of the matter while I sipped a cup of coffee in his dimly lit kitchen, wrapped up in his robe. Simply dressed in just his boxers, he leant against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed.

  A deep, contemplative look overcame his eyes. “We’ve been tracking their movements for some time,” Hunter explained. “They took some serious losses the last time one of their operations crossed our path. I don’t think they expected a well-armed club to come after them…”

  “Your club went after them, alone?”

  “We didn’t have the time to mobilize any allies,” he recalled sadly. “But we lucked out. Their operation was small. They had siphoned out a few other girls in the area, but we didn’t know about them until the attack. They weren’t prepared for a well armed motorcycle club to come knocking…”

  “They didn’t see it coming.” I realized. “Did you rescue the other girls?”

  “We found one of them,” he replied bitterly, turning his head. I could see the pain in his face as the clouds shifted, casting moonlight through the window. It seemed to only highlight his sense of failure. “But the other two were already gone. They were prepping the others – my sister included – for international travel.”