Her Possessive Bikers

24. Indy

24

INDY

K yler’s fingers trail up my spine, teasing the hem of my shirt. His breath hitches, and he pulls it over my head, leaving me in nothing but a red lace bra. His eyes darken, taking in every inch of exposed skin.

"Indy," he whispers, his voice a low growl. "You look like sin incarnate."

"Smooth talker," I murmur, smirking as his lips brush over the anatomical heart tattoo on my collarbone.

He unhooks my bra with practiced ease, letting it fall away. His mouth follows the lines of the mandala on my sternum, tracing it with gentle kisses.

"Kyler," I gasp as his tongue flicks over my nipple. "God, that's... yeah."

His teeth graze the sensitive skin, sending shivers down my spine. He sucks and bites gently, making me arch into him.

"You're beautiful," he says between kisses. "So damn beautiful."

"Mmmm, keep going," I manage to say, tangling my fingers in his hair.

He chuckles against my skin, but obliges, switching to my other breast. His hands roam my back and sides, pulling me closer until there's no space left between us.

"You taste like heaven," he murmurs.

"And you talk too much," I reply breathlessly.

His laugh is warm and deep. "Then let's see what else we can do to make you speechless."

His hands move to my sweats, pausing just long enough for me to nod. I lift my hips up, giving him permission to take them off.

Kyler’s fingers pause at the waistband of my sweats, his eyes widening when he realizes I’m not wearing any underwear. His reaction is priceless.

“Indy,” he breathes, “you’re not wearing?—”

I smirk, feeling a wicked thrill run through me. “I sleep naked,” I say simply, arching an eyebrow at him.

He groans, his grip tightening on my hips. “No other motherfucker better come in your room then,” he mutters, possessiveness lacing his words.

His jealousy sends a shiver of excitement down my spine. “Jealous much?” I tease, my voice husky.

“Damn right,” he growls, rolling me over and positioning himself between my legs. His hands slide up my thighs, spreading them wide. He leans down, his breath hot against my skin. “I’ve been begging to taste you.”

The anticipation makes my heart race. “Then what are you waiting for?” I challenge, lifting my hips slightly to meet him.

His eyes darken with desire as he lowers himself. His lips trail soft kisses along the inside of my thigh, making me gasp and squirm beneath him. Each touch is electric, sending sparks of pleasure through me.

When he finally reaches the apex of my thighs, he pauses, looking up at me with a wicked grin. “Ready?”

“God, yes,” I breathe.

His tongue flicks out, teasing my sensitive flesh. I gasp, clutching the sheets as he delves deeper. His mouth works magic, exploring every inch with expert precision. My body responds to every lick and suck, arching towards him in desperate need.

“You taste so fucking good,” he murmurs between strokes.

“Kyler, fuck” I moan, lost in the sensation.

He intensifies his efforts, his tongue moving faster and more insistently. The pleasure builds quickly, spiraling out of control until it’s all I can think about. My breaths come in ragged gasps as I teeter on the edge.

“Let go for me,” he whispers against my skin.

And then I do—my body shattering into a million pieces as waves of ecstasy crash over me. He doesn’t stop until I’m completely spent, lying limp and breathless beneath him.

Kyler stands up, his hands moving to the waistband of his jeans. He undoes the button and slowly slides them down, revealing the prominent bulge straining against his boxers. He catches my eye and smirks, confidence radiating from him.

"You ready for round two?" he asks, kicking off his jeans and tugging down his boxers.

My eyes widen as I take in the sight of him. "I'm ready," I say, though I can't help but add with a nervous laugh, "but my vagina might not be."

He grins, a devilish glint in his eyes. "I'll take it easy on you, baby," he promises, crawling back onto the bed. "At first anyway."

He positions himself between my legs, the heat of his body mingling with mine. He lines himself up, teasing my entrance with the head of his cock. My breath catches in my throat as he starts to push in slowly.

"God," I gasp, feeling him stretch me. "Kyler..."

"Just breathe baby," he murmurs, inching forward. "You're doing so good."

I try to relax, focusing on the sensation of him filling me inch by inch. The initial discomfort gives way to a pleasurable fullness as he sinks deeper.

"You're so fucking tight," he groans, pausing to let me adjust.

I clutch at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. "It's been a while," I admit, biting my lip.

His eyes soften for a moment before he smirks again. "Well then," he says, starting to move again, "let's make it memorable."

He thrusts gently at first, allowing me time to acclimate to his size. Each movement sends ripples of pleasure through me, and I find myself meeting his rhythm instinctively.

"How's that feel?" he asks, watching my face intently.

"Amazing," I breathe out. "Keep going."

He obliges, increasing his pace slightly. His hands grip my hips firmly as he drives into me with more purpose. The sensation is overwhelming but intoxicating; every thrust pushes me closer to the edge.

"Goddamn," he mutters under his breath. "You're incredible."

"You're not so bad yourself," I manage to say between gasps.

His grin widens as he leans down to capture my lips in a heated kiss. The connection between us deepens, both physically and emotionally. His tongue explores my mouth with the same intensity as his movements below.

My body responds eagerly to him; every nerve ending alight with pleasure. As we move together in perfect sync, it feels like nothing else in the world matters but this moment—the two of us intertwined and lost in each other’s touch.

"Indy," Kyler whispers against my lips. "I need you."

"You have me," I reply softly before pulling him back into another searing kiss.

Kyler picks up the pace, thrusting into me with an urgency that makes my toes curl. His body glistens with sweat, his hair falling into his eyes, which are locked onto mine like he’s trying to see right into my soul. It’s intense, overwhelming. I’ve never felt so connected to anyone.

“Indy,” he groans, his voice raw and desperate.

I grip his shoulders tighter, nails digging into his skin. “Kyler... oh god, I’m gonna come,” I pant, feeling the heat build rapidly inside me.

His pace quickens even more, hips snapping against mine with a fervor that sends me over the edge. “Let go for me, baby,” he urges.

And then I do. My body convulses around him, pleasure exploding in waves that leave me breathless and trembling. “Kyler!” I cry out, clinging to him as my orgasm crashes through me.

He groans loudly, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Fuck, Indy... I’m so close.”

I look up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, still coming down from my high. “Don’t pull out,” I say softly. “I’m on birth control... and I’m clean.”

His eyes widen slightly but then darken with a fierce intensity. “Are you sure?” he asks, his voice strained.

“Positive,” I assure him, cupping his face in my hands. “I want to feel you.”

That’s all it takes. With a guttural moan, he drives into me one last time before finding his release. His whole body shudders as he spills inside me, calling out my name in a voice filled with raw need and satisfaction.

“Indy, fuck,” he breathes out again, collapsing against me as the last tremors of pleasure fade away.

We lie there for a moment, both of us catching our breath and reveling in the afterglow. His weight is comforting on top of me; it feels grounding after such an intense experience.

“Damn,” Kyler finally says with a chuckle, lifting his head to look at me. “That was... incredible.”

I grin up at him, feeling giddy and content. “Yeah,” I agree. “It really was.”

He rolls off of me but keeps one arm draped over my waist, pulling me close against his side. We lie there in comfortable silence for a while longer before he speaks again.

"Oh shit, your stitches," I blurt out, suddenly remembering the injury that brought Kyler to my doorstep in the first place.

He laughs, his chest vibrating against mine. "Totally worth it if I busted them," he says, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and contentment.

I push myself up on my elbows to get a better look at him. "You’re serious? You’d risk tearing your stitches for this?"

His grin widens, and he reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. "For you? Absolutely."

I roll my eyes but can't help the smile that tugs at my lips. "You're impossible."

"Maybe," he admits, pulling me back down to lie beside him. "But you like it."

I can't argue with that. We lie there in comfortable silence for a few moments longer before reality starts to creep back in. The clubhouse, the rival gang, the danger—all of it looms over us like a dark cloud.

"You should probably go," I say softly, hating how the words taste in my mouth.

Kyler sighs but nods. "Yeah, I know." He leans over and plants a gentle kiss on my forehead before rolling out of bed.

I watch as he gathers his clothes, each movement graceful and deliberate. The sight of him standing there, shirtless and slightly disheveled, makes my heart ache. As much as I want him to stay, I know it’s better this way.

He pulls on his jeans and then pauses, looking at me with an intensity that makes my breath catch. "You okay?" he asks, concern lacing his voice.

"Yeah," I say, forcing a smile. "More than okay."

Kyler walks over to me and cups my face in his hands. His touch is warm and reassuring. "You’re stronger than you think, Indy," he murmurs.

"I know," I whisper back, leaning into his touch.

He gives me one last lingering kiss before finally stepping away. I watch as he heads for the door, pausing only once to glance back at me with those piercing green eyes.

"Goodnight," he says softly.

"Goodnight," I reply, my voice barely above a whisper.

As the door closes behind him, the room feels colder and emptier without his presence. I lie back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling as thoughts of Kyler swirl in my mind. The night had been unexpected but unforgettable—an experience that left me feeling both exhilarated and vulnerable.

I sigh and pull the covers up over myself, trying to find some semblance of comfort in the emptiness. Sleep doesn’t come easily; my mind is too occupied with memories of Kyler’s touch and the warmth of his body against mine.

Eventually, exhaustion wins out, and I drift off into a restless sleep filled with dreams of green eyes and whispered promises.