Page 50 of Rest In Pieces

He lowers me to my feet and rips my shirt open. The sound of buttons flying across the room is drowned out by my gasp. Fuck,that was hot. I return the favor, sliding his cut off his shoulders, until he takes the hint and pulls it off the rest of the way. He tosses it on the end of the bed before grabbing the hem of his T-shirt and pulling it off one handed.

I swallow hard when I look at him. His body is as much a work of art as the tattoos that cover it. I’d love to spend a lifetime tracing each ink mark with the tip of my tongue, but G has other plans.

He lowers the zipper on my jeans and shoves them down over my ass and thighs. Grabbing me under the armpits, he tosses me onto the bed. He pulls off my boots and socks, then slides my jeans the rest of the way down, leaving me in nothing but my black G-string and bra.

The look in his eyes has heat pooling between my legs as he takes me in, his hand moving to the button of his jeans.

“Fuck me, I’ve never seen anything hotter in my fucking life.” His voice comes out gruff as he pulls his wallet from his back pocket. He grabs a condom and tosses the wallet before he shoves his jeans and boxers down and fists his hard cock.

Hold the front door. He’s pierced. Like, full-on Jacob’s ladder pierced with… are those stars?

“You keep staring at my cock like that, and I’m going to come all over you.”

I lick my lips, my eyes moving past his hardware to the pearl of pre-cum on the tip that I want to taste. But that might delay getting him inside me, and I’m not willing to wait.

I watch as he slides the condom down his cock, careful of his piercings, before he climbs up onto the bed between my legs.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you. God knows I’ve tried, but I can’t get you out of my fucking head.” He grabs the sides of my G-string and tears it off me.

He just tore my underwear off. Holy fuck. If I told Nevaeh about this, it would end up in one of her books.

“Bend your knees for me, baby, and spread yourself wide. I’m fucking starving.”

I don’t hesitate. I don’t care how bad a decision this is. If a tattooed biker with a tongue ring tells you to spread your legs so he can eat you, you spread your fucking legs.

He dips his head, his tongue gliding over my sensitive clit as he looks up at me from between my legs, and sweet baby Jesus, I almost come right then and there.

Nobody has ever looked at me like he is right now. And then he eats me like he’s a man on death row, and I’m his last meal.

He spreads one of his hands over the lower part of my stomach, holding my hips down as he licks, sucks, and flicks my clit. It’s so incredible that my eyes roll back in my head, and I almost start speaking in tongues.

“Oh God, yes,” I murmur, reaching out and grabbing handfuls of his hair to keep him where he is.

For a brief moment, I worry about suffocating him. But then I think, there are worse ways for a biker to go than with his face buried between my legs.

He nips me with his teeth before pulling back just enough to slide a finger inside me, crooking it to hit just the right spot. My back arches, and I cry out his name as I come on his tongue, earning a growl of amusement. I shiver in delight, my body turning to jello. But he doesn’t give me a second’s reprieve before he’s thrusting into me, the thickness of his cock stretching me, the ridges of his piercing making me whimper.

Now I understand what all the fuss is about.

Holy fuck, I’m in trouble.

He pulls out to the tip, and I instinctively wrap my legs around him so he can’t leave, my fingernails digging into his shoulders.

“Please,” I whimper, not above begging like a shameless hussy if it means getting what I want.

He slams back into me, fucking me hard and fast. I feel a second orgasm building, crawling over my skin, leaving me hot and flushed.

Our breathing is ragged, and the noise our slick skin and my soaked pussy make as he moves inside me sounds deliciously filthy in the quiet of the room.

“You gonna come again, Amity? I wanna feel it. I wanna feel your cum dripping down my cock and soak my balls.”

“G,” I gasp as I dangle over the edge.

He sinks into me as far as he can, and when I feel him pulse inside of me, I come, my thighs squeezing his hips and my nails scorching a path down his back.

He collapses on top of me, the weight of his body adding to the intensity of the moment.

But all too soon, the doubts start to creep in. He must sense the change because he lifts his head and stares down at me. “Don’t.”