Bash (Diablo Disciples MC #6)

TWENTY-TWO

Charlotte

Breath gone.

Eyes rolled into the back of Lottie’s head, and she emitted stuttered, baying noises.

The man she was crazy about had his head buried between her legs. She was having the most fevered maladaptive daydream, or life was treating her so well.

All she embodied was passion and bliss. And Bash.

“ Fuck , you’ve got to be quiet, baby,” he groaned against her pussy, looking up at her through lust-saturated eyes, and his lips were glistening from her pleasure. “Or I’ll need to end whoever hears my girl orgasming all over my face.”

Lottie’s world tilted even as she tried to laugh at his joke. Her core liquified, tightening her walls first and then releasing on an exhale. The pleasure was too much. She completely fell apart as his tongue explored intensely, making her have an orgasm that went on and on in the steamiest way.

Dazed and resembling a reanimated corpse, Lottie was positioned on Bash’s lap and cuddled into his arms, however long later.

The obscene way he lazily licked her from his lips melted her entirely.

“Was I quiet?” Lottie thought she might have gone deaf there at the end. If she’d screamed the place down, he would have to squeeze her out of a window because she was not doing the walk of shame twice.

“If my mouth hadn’t been between your legs, I would have eaten those sexy as fuck noises out of your throat, baby.” He told her. “When I get inside you, you’ll cry down my throat.”

Okay. Wow.

“Won’t you, my little darling?” he pressed with what she now recognized as his dominant voice. And her body listened.

“Yes.”

“That’s my good girl.” Bash kissed her.

Was this how it felt to be so obsessed with someone you’d do anything for them? When Lottie waited for a flicker of shame to sprout, none came. She hummed her contentedness and wrapped her arms around him.

“When do you, erm … have a turn?”

She knew well that he gave so much to her and had taken nothing in return.

“It’s unfair to you I get all the goodies.”

“Goodies,” he chuckled, roping her throat with his palm again. His frame engulfed hers, but not to make her feel small. “It’s not about turns, baby. Making you come is the greatest fucking privilege. That’s what I get out of it. Seeing you react to my touch is my pleasure.”

“I want to make you feel as good as I do, Bash. If you tell me what to do for you.”

A shudder went through him as he lowered his face to the crook of her neck. “I’m hanging on by a thread, Charlotte. If you want your hands all over me…” he left the rest of the words hanging. Expectedly . “You know what you need to say.”

Ben.

Benjamin.

The tremble zipped along Lottie’s neck, where Bash still held, right down to her toes, not missing an inch between.

Nerves rattled in her veins with a warm whisper.

She wanted him.

But her worries were stacked on top of each other. As meticulous as Bash was at making her come, and his insistence he enjoyed it as much as she did, she had enough ego to want the man she was dating to have the same level of pleasure, and for her to be the best woman he’d ever been with. To make him burn and become so addicted to what she did to his body.

However, as the days and weeks went by without them having full sex, the doubts crept in and found crevices in Lottie’s overthinking mind; knowing she could never compare to the more sexually experienced women he’d been with.

Even tonight, she’d seen the type of single women through the clubhouse, enjoying the company of the bikers, and she knew she couldn’t compete with their confident sexuality.

For a perfectionist-wannabe, that was a hard pill to swallow—to believe she would lack somehow once she got into bed with Bash.

It was why she felt comforted when he took complete control.

“You’re quiet, little darling.” His fingers caressed her softly, and she stared into his eyes. “Are you ready to go home?”

Lottie nodded, stroking the hair back from his face.

She was basking in Bash.

Thinking how lucky she was. How foolish she’d been to hold off from him for so long.

He was seriously beautiful. Inside and out.

Pushing off the bed, after he’d kissed her lips, leaving them tingling, she watched Bash grab her shorts; he anchored them to her feet, helping her into them. No panties, then? Guess he was keeping them. Dirty boy . Then he went across the room for her shirt. When he turned around, he caught her red-handed, lapping him up with salacious eyes.

He was still hard in his jeans, and Lottie’s mouth dried up.

“If you keep staring at my cock that way and licking your lips, I’m gonna think you want it shoved down your throat, sweet darling, and I need to come inside you the first time.”

Look, Lottie wasn’t prideful. She didn’t have an overzealous ego, lying to herself that she was the bee’s knees. If she didn’t know something, she made it her business to learn.

Mixing that with how she strived to be a perfectionist made for a weird couple of days of research. Her search history would never recover from the digital trauma. And god forbid, if the FBI were monitoring her, she’d have to apologize for what she made them watch, too. What she’d told Bash about blowjobs still stood. She was unsure if that was something she could do. But she’d wanted the knowledge marinating in her brain for if it came up.

She would take it to her grave, how she’d been practicing on varying sizes of fruit and vegetables, to see how her gag reflex would react. Pretty good was the outcome. But then she’d abused her iPad. It would never recover from the porn clips she’d watched for tips and tricks.

Switching her gaze from Bash’s crotch, she flashed him a modest smile, and lifted her arms for him to slip the shirt over her head.

“You make it sound like I’m teasing you, Bash.” Ben. Ben. Ben.

“Woman, you exist, don’t you?” he growled passionately, hooking her around the waist, his thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts, before bringing her to her feet so she could step into her sandals. “So yeah, you’re fucking teasing me. All the time.”

Well then.

She trailed her fingers across his t-shirt until she stroked the edge of his goatee.

“That’s good to know.”

Another reactive growl that made her laugh. He reached for his Diablos cut.

Then Lottie had a thought and blurted out the question, not holding back like she usually would.

“Has anyone else slept in this bed?”

Bash looked pleased , and he fastened an arm around her hips. “Your jealousy tastes fucking delicious, baby,” he pressed his lips to her cheek and hummed. “No other woman has had the power to make me feel like you do, Charlotte.”

“But the bed…”

“Is new. I haven’t stayed here that many times. As soon as I knew I wanted to keep you, my sweet, innocent, good girl , I bought a new one.”

“Oh.” She felt shy. And she appreciated his diplomacy for not mentioning other women. She didn’t want to know Bash’s tally or she really would get stage fright about going further with him. “Okay.”

For a moment, Bash’s thumb played with Lottie’s lower lip, dragging it down and releasing it. A quiet, vigorous concentration in his stare.

“You don’t get it yet. The hold you have over me. You could ask me for anything, and I’d get it without question, do anything for you.”

Whoa, that was some power rush.

She felt like he was saying something big without giving the words

“Charlotte, you torment me. You know it, don’t you?” His hands palmed her butt, and she rested her fingers on the back of his belt. “You’ve consumed me since that very first day. And now you’re completely mine.” The smirk fanned the flames of attachment that grew ever stronger the longer she was around Bash. “Let’s go home, little darling.”

Goodbyes were given to those still around. She’d even exchanged numbers with the ladies to get together soon.

Did it make her a biker old lady?

Or was that a title only for those who were married?

Bash walked her to his motorcycle, zipping her into his jacket and a spare helmet. Before he climbed on in front of her, Bash pinched her chin, directing her head back so he could kiss her so hot she lost all coherency.

“Beautiful girl. I love turning you on.”

The atmosphere was so charged between them that breathing became less critical. His eyes, filled with desire, affected Lottie’s stomach muscles. That one intense glance made her emotions go haywire.

Once Bash got on the bike, she tucked her hands into his belt and nuzzled against his back. He only wore the Henley and leather cut because she had his jacket, and his cologne smelled amazing.

“Ready, darling?”

Oh, yeah. She was so ready.

And she showed how ready she was by running her hand across his stomach until she was between his legs. She gave the solid pipe a good squeeze and was almost overwhelmed by the thrill of touching him there for the first time.

“ Charlotte .” He groaned but didn’t pull her hand away, so she fondled him some more, shaping him with her curious fingers.

“Take me home… Benjamin . And if you could be quick about it, that would be fabulous.”

The neediest thrill nearly buzzed her clit right off.

The truth was undeniably clear. She had been holding onto it for a while, just waiting to speak up. Lottie needed him in an insane, old-fashioned, almost obsessive way.

“Now?” he growled, looking back at her as Lottie grinned innocently. “You tell me this now , Charlotte?”

Once she’d said it and the message was clear, she wanted sex—to be fucked by him. Lottie was light as air and intoxicated by her obsession with him. She was nothing but smiles and grabby hands.

“Yes, now. Let’s go, Benjamin.”

“Jesus, woman. Killing me,” he grunted, his heavy, sexually dripping voice caressed over Lottie. And it was the sound of a devil falling from heaven.

She couldn’t wait to know how he felt inside her.

“You better hold on, little darling. We’re stopping for no one.” He warned, and she laughed into his back.

The bike roared.

And Lottie teased him the entire journey.

Why didn’t she know sooner that having a biker under her thrall would be so invigorating?