Page 77 of Tainted Saints
“Come,mi tesoro,” Blaine whispers, pulling me from between them and tucking me under his arms. “Leave the boys to their games.”
“Are you not drinking too?” I ask as Lan and Forest both glare at him, their drinking competition forgotten.
“I don’t drink,mi amorsita. I’ve seen what it can do to a man firsthand and I like to keep my wits about me.” There’s a haunted look in his eyes that I hate, but one I have seen all too often in the mirror, telling me this is about his childhood, and not a nice part of it.
“We can celebrate in another way then,” I tell him, the shot relaxing me and giving me the confidence to run my hand down his hard chest.
Taking his hand in mine, I lead him out of the restaurant, our progress slow as everyone wants to congratulate us on our performance. The other two guys follow us, also chatting with people as we pass, and I see that they have earned a great deal of respect in the way that people treat them. The cool night air hits my face when we finally open the door, and it’s refreshing after the stuffy heat of Maria’s.
“Where are we going?” Blaine asks, his hand trailing down my back.
“Do you know somewhere quiet?” I ask, looking at his bike and tilting my head as I wonder if my idea will work.
“Yes, there’s a lake not far from here. I go there often to think,” he tells me as Lan hands me the helmet.
“Perfect. Let’s go there then,” I reply, putting the helmet on, then waiting for Blaine to get on his bike, climbing on behind him. “You guys coming?”
Forest and Lan give me matching grins, then Blaine is taking off, and I squeak as I wrap my arms tighter around him. I let the night breeze wash over me, snuggling close to Blaine as we weave through the streets until nature surrounds us and we’re pulling down a dirt track.
He stops just as we reach a lake bathed in moonlight, and my pulse races at the thought of enacting my plan.
“Stay there,” I tell him, his low chuckle at my order giving me goosebumps.
Getting off the bike, I take the helmet off, then lift my skirt and shimmy out of my underwear. Walking around to his side, I place them in the pocket of his hoodie, his lips pulling up into a panty-melting smile. Well, if I had any on that is. Lifting my skirt again, I move his arm out of the way and straddle his lap, his legs bracing either side of us.
“Mi amorsita,” he moans as I tangle my fingers into his hair and tilt his face to mine.
“Will you fuck me on your bike, Blaine?” I whisper against his lips, his deep growl answer enough.
I’m wet enough not to need any foreplay, and honestly, I prefer the burn of a hard dick being thrust inside me before I’m quite ready, forcing me to take it anyway. Letting go of his hair, I reach between us and unbuckle his jeans just as the roar of two motorcycles sounds down the track.
My hand wraps around his already hard length, my fingertips tracing the piercings on the underside, and I relish the deep groan he gives me. I lift myself up, my pulse racing as I position him at my entrance and begin to slide down, one of his hands coming to grasp my hip and steady me as I take his huge dick into my body.
“Coño, mi princesa,” he rasps as I go lower, my limbs shaking at the delicious stretch he gives me. “You’re such a perfect little slut for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasp, seating him fully inside me and just holding there for a moment, relishing the way he feels so right buried to the hilt.
“Then ride me like one,” he commands, using his grip to encourage me upwards, then pulling me down hard and fast. The breath is punched out of me, my core already tingling at just how fucking good he feels inside me.
Bracing my hands on his broad shoulders, I repeat the movement, vaguely hearing the bikes pull up either side of us. The idea that they’ll be watching me fuck Blaine just encourages me to go harder, my hips swirling the next time he’s fully inside me and making us both groan.
“Fuck me, that’s a pretty sight,” Forest exclaims, and I look over with heavy-lidded eyes to find him leaning against his bike, his dick in his palm as he pleasures himself watching us.
“Beautiful, Duchess,” Lan rasps from the other side, and I twist to look at him, my hips moving up and down and sending tendrils of pleasure all across my body. He, too, has his cock in his hand, stroking it up and down as he watches us with an intensity that has me gasping and clenching around Blaine.
“Eyes on me,princesa,” Blaine growls out, and my attention immediately snaps back to him.
His gaze burns into me, his chocolate eyes molten as he guides me up and down his shaft, taking control in just the way I like him to.
“Blaine, I’m so close,” I moan, sparks flying up and down my spine as he fucks me hard.
“Come for me,mi tesoro,” he orders, one hand leaving my hip and finding my clit, strumming and playing with it as expertly as he did the piano keys earlier.
I shatter, my cries filling the night as exquisite pleasure fills me up like the best kind of fireworks. My nails dig into the back of his neck, my inner walls clenching around his giant cock as my release coats us both.
“Good fucking girl,” he grits out between clenched teeth, thrusting up into me so hard that I scream, his dick pulsing as he comes inside me with a roar of pleasure.
He holds me to him, filling me up until I’m slumped in his lap, my eyes closed as I try to relearn how to breathe again. His palms run over my heated back, the chill breeze a welcome relief from the fire that is slowing to embers inside my skin.