A Biker’s Tiny Present (Rebel Vipers MC Christmas Standalone)

CHAPTER SIX

TINY

Her kiss is intoxicating.

I need to be closer.

Damn clothes on this woman is a sin. They should be illegal.

I lift her up onto the island and Riley wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me into her center. We both groan in yet to be tapped ecstasy. I can’t lie and say I’ve lived like a monk, because hello, surprise child in the next room, but fuck, I’ve never felt like this before when kissing someone.

General rule of thumb, I don’t kiss the women I have sex with. It often leads to situations where they get hurt because they think they start having feelings, and then I have to crush their hearts when I tell him we won’t have anything past the few hours we shared. My attitude about locking lips probably hasn’t helped my reputation of being a gruff asshole, but I can’t help it when they don’t listen to my pre-romp speech.

But that doesn’t matter right now. All my speeches about no feelings, one night only, and no sleepovers in my bed . . . everything goes right out the window. Every denial and debate goes zooming across the house and up the chimney just like Santa will on Christmas Eve after he drops off the presents.

Was it fate that brought this woman into my life on the day I had to dress up like the jolly man in red, I have no fucking clue, but I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Neigh neigh mother fucker, Santa is here and he’s about to unleash one hell of a present on this hot Vixen.

It’s only when I feel the movement of my cut start to slide off my shoulders that I pull back from the temptress. I hang the leather on the back of a stool and bracket her cheeks in my hands. “If we do this, you’ll be mine no matter how this situation with your sister turns out. You’re all mine, Vixen. You get what that means?”

“I want you, Henry.” She nods, while trying to push my sweatshirt up my chest. “Make me yours.”

Oh, she did it now. The legal name? I don’t know how she found that out, but since the cat’s out of the bag, there’s no going back now.

With her legs already around me, I pick her up and she hangs on to me like a koala to a eucalyptus tree at the zoo. I carry her to her bedroom and set her down on the end of the bed.

“Clothes off.” I learned how to speak caveman apparently. “Now, woman.”

As her items disappear, so do mine. There’s no room here for the time it would take to help each other undress. While I have every intention of savoring every single inch of her bangin’ body, I’m not waiting for one more minute to get my mouth of parts of her that were hidden behind the cotton and denim previously in my way.

When Riley is down to nothing, and I’m rocking my boxer briefs, I attack.

Flat on her back, with me kneeling between her legs, I pull her ass to the edge and use my shoulders to push her thighs apart. I trace the seem of her pussy with two fingers, letting her moisture lubricate my two digits, then with one forward thrust, push them inside her with no forgiveness.

Riley screams, but I can already yell it’s not in pain. The squeezing my fingers are experiencing lets me know she’s feeling nothing but bliss, but I can’t let her come just yet. I pull back my hand and replace it with my face. My tongue makes itself at home, learning where it will be living for the foreseeable future, forever if I have any say in the matter.

I settle in with a hungry growl and suck on her hood like it’s a piece of the sweetest candy. I lap at the bundle of nerves that push their way toward me like they know which direction to go to find the promise land.

It doesn’t take much and Riley’s thighs start to shake so I decide to kick things up a notch and combine two of my three best talents. I push the same two fingers I denied her an orgasm with back into her pussy, while still keeping my lips and tongue busy, and fuck her into nirvana.

My knuckles hit every nerve ending inside of her as I twist my wrist with each in and out movement. I reach up and pinch her right nipple, throwing her into an instant orgasm and draw out the pleasure for as long as I can. Softening my attack just a bit, I don’t want her in pain and not be able to fuck her, but I keep my fingers inside of Riley until her body relaxes and the contractions stop squeezing my fingers.

“Holy shit,” she moans as I pull back. “Hey, where are you going?”

“Scoot back.” I nod toward the headboard as I find my feet and use my last bit of restraint to push my boxer briefs down. I can’t attack her with the barricading fabric in my way. “Fuck, that was hot.”

“Mmhmm.” Riley is slithering backward up the bed, still feeling the aftereffects of the first wave, but I’m ready to start getting her ready for ride number two. She crooks her index finger at me, drawing me forward like a moth to the flame, but I can’t deny her anything right now . . . maybe ever.

“Watching you come on my fingers, on my face,” I pepper kisses up her stomach, between her breasts, across her collarbone, “it’s almost enough to humiliate a man.”

“We can’t have that.” Her nails scratch down my sides as she pulls me in, trying to manipulate me to where she wants me, but I don’t give in. She’s not in control—I am.

“No we cannot.” Getting up on my knees, still between her thighs, I pinch her clit and stimulate the nerves again. I watch as Riley sighs and my cock leaks another bead of precum and I’m done wasting it on her skin. I need it to go somewhere useful.

I slide my hands down under her ass and pull her up as I thrust forward. It doesn’t take but a few pumps of my hips and I’m inside her tip to root. Her eyes shoot wide open, jaw dropping in a deep gasp, and Riley is well on her way to orgasm number two of the night.

“How many times are you gonna come for me, Vixen?” I growl between thrusts. Shifting my grip on her, I let Riley’s ass fall back to the mattress, but slide my hands up her back until my wrists are stopped by her arms.

“I’ve never had . . . more than one,” she lets out another gasp for air, connecting her words as they float through her lips.

Not that I enjoy hearing about her previous experiences, because she’s all mine now, but that’s good for my ego. Apparently all her other partners were two pump chumps and only cared enough to do the bare minimum before getting their rocks off.

Not me.

No fucking way, Jose. I don’t play those games in my ballpark.

Not pulling out, because that would be a travesty, I redistribute my weight and press more evenly on my knees. My left hand finds a new home on the pillow beside my lover’s pleasure filled face, and my right tilts her hips up just a smidgen, giving me a better angle to drive deeper. With a savage thrust forward, I kick my own ass into high gear. I feel the breath leave her body as her pussy grips me tighter than I’ve ever felt before.

I’ve never in my entire fucking life, felt this close to heaven so fast. Sliding deeper doesn’t seem possible since I can look down and see that I have no more length to give her, but I guess nine solid inches isn’t enough for my greedy gal. She fits me like a glove one size too small, holy fuck is she tight.

This is something else. If I didn’t know she wasn’t a virgin, I would seriously bet a million dollars that she is. That’s how tight she’s squeezing me, almost to the point where it feels like she’s trying to push me out from her core.

Riley wraps her arms around my back, forcing me to let go of her hip. My forearms are now flanking her head so I use the placement to my advantage and thread one hand behind her head. Pulling a fist full of hair, Riley’s head leans back and her eyes drift closed. “Eyes open,” I grunt into a pump forward, pulling her hair again to get her attention back on me.

I drop my elbows to the pillow, pressing us even closer together, chest to chest, barely an inch from my lips to hers.

“How are you doing this?” She stares into my soul, and I feel like I should be asking her that question.

“Doin’ what?” I ask as I rest my forehead lightly on hers.

“Making it hurt and feel so good at the same time?”

And she’s not wrong. I feel like I’m walking the borderline of Heaven and Hell. There are angels on one side calling out my name, while Lucifer stands on the other tempting me with forbidden treasures and endless riches. I know neither are true in this moment, but a saying I remember from as a kid pops to mind.

The devil you know is better than the devil you don’t.

I’ve walked a few laps with Lucifer while at war and I didn’t like it one bit. I kicked his ass around the sandy pits a time or two, showing him the underside of my boot when I told him he couldn’t take any of my men, and I won most of the time.

I’ve also had the occasional dance with an angel thinking they could swoop down and change the plan I had put in place. Each one who tried to get too close, I clipped their wings and sent them back to the pearly gates. I know death is a casualty of war, but for every Marine who died in my vicinity, a dozen more lived to see the next day and go home to their families.

I say fuck the line and make my own. Swerving a bit across both planes, I rock my hips up in the next thrust, pressing myself deeper against her folds. The grip she has on me changes and euphoria starts to set in on her expression.

Pleasure. Lust. Heat. Passion. They’re all rolled into one as her back arches up and her chest presses harder against mine.

“That’s it,” I grunt into my thrusts. “Milk my cock. Squeeze my dick with your fuckin’ tight pussy. That’s my girl.”

I kiss her between breaths and fuck her even harder between those.

I fuck her. I fuck her and don’t stop—can’t stop—wouldn’t stop—even if a train crashed through the bedroom wall.

From this night until eternity, until I take my last fucking breath, Riley is mine. “Fuckin’ come for me, my sassy Vixen. Give me all your cream. I need to feel you come around me.”

“Fuck me harder,” she moans.

Who am I to deny her anything in a moment like this? Every muscle in my body tightens like the pain in my knees doesn’t matter . . . because it doesn’t. I know it’s there, I know I’ll feel it in the morning, but it’s nothing to me right now.

I do as she asks and fuck her harder. I fuck her deeper. And it’s seconds before she’s riding the waves as they crash over us.

She explodes and her body jumps, thrashing beneath my bulk. If she wasn’t so much smaller than me, and about a good hundred pounds lighter, I have no doubt she’d unseat me like an angry bull at the rodeo. She’s an animal and I can’t get enough.

I feel her moisture coat my length as she tries to suck the life giving nectar from my soul out through my cock. Riley cries out to the ceiling, her whimpers and moans only making me harder before it all becomes too much. Pushing in as far as I can fit, I stop moving and hold myself inside her as I let her drag me over the crest with her.

I’m lost in her, falling under her spell, wondering how I can make this witch, this Vixen, mine.

“Fuuuuuck,” I bellow, my face buried in her neck. I groan and pant and shoot my seed so far and fast, if it weren’t for her cervix, she probably could taste me. I feel my balls pump once, twice, three more times as my hips rock in place.

Hand still tangled in her hair, I twist it even tighter and direct her lips to mine. A sloppy kiss, all tongues and teeth and vigor, we both work out the last few ounces of steam before we collapse.

Using my stomach muscles, and a hand pushing against the mattress, I push back up, drop my ass onto my knees, and pull Riley with me. I slide out of her as our waists separate then she falls back to the mattress.

“I can’t move,” she pretend pouts but it fails to even be half serious because she’s giggling as she does it.

“Stay there,” I shift, backside now on the blanket, I swivel in place to find the floor and my feet hit the carpet. I shuffle my old ass into the bathroom, half blind myself by flipping on the lights, and find a clean washcloth on a cubby beside the vanity. On my trip back to the bed, I shut off all the lights, expect the one out in the hall to give me some light to clean us up, then crawl my tired body under the covers that Riley is holding up for me.

I roll onto my back and pull my Vixen’s still naked body so it’s draped over mine. Her left arm is across my chest, her leg is doing its best to cover mine, but my thigh muscles are infinitely wider than hers so she’s only partially successful, and her head is resting on my shoulder. My left arm is wrapped around her back, my hand holding her butt cheek is firmly in my grip.

“Good night, Vixen.” I drop a kiss on her forehead.

“Night, Tiny.”

Five seconds later she’s out cold, and so am I.