Her Possessive Bikers

38. Tres

38

TRES

" T ake off your shirt," I command, my voice leaving no room for argument.

Indy hesitates, her eyes wide, but she complies. Her fingers tremble as they grasp the hem of her shirt and lift it over her head, revealing a black lace bra that makes my pulse quicken.

"Bra too," I order, my tone firm but not unkind.

"Tres," she starts, her voice laced with concern, "you're still injured. We need to be careful."

I reach out and cup her breast through the lace, my thumb brushing over her nipple. Her breath catches, and the protest dies on her lips. "Indy, I need you. Now."

Her hands move to the clasp of her bra, and in a heartbeat, it’s gone. I pull her closer, taking one of her nipples into my mouth. She gasps, the sound sending a shiver down my spine.

"You're going to be the death of me," I murmur against her chest.

I slide my hand down her belly, my fingers finding their way between her thighs. I feel the heat radiating from her core. She gasps as I begin to rub slow circles over her clit.

"Take off your shorts," I command, my voice low and gravelly.

She stands up, her movements swift and fluid, and removes them in one quick motion. "That's my good girl," I say, my eyes devouring the sight of her standing there in nothing but a pair of black lace panties.

Her cheeks flush, and she bites her lip. The sight of her like this is enough to drive any man wild. "Now take my pants off," I tell her, raising my hips slightly. A grimace crosses my face from the movement, but I keep my tone steady.

Indy hesitates, concern flashing in her eyes. "Tres, are you sure?—"

"If you don't get my fucking pants off now, I'm going to punish you," I growl.

She swallows hard and then nods. Her hands move quickly to the waistband of my sweats, tugging them down to my ankles. She kneels between my legs, her eyes locked onto mine.

"I'm going to get you ready," she says softly, her voice carrying a hint of mischief.

Her hands wrap around me, stroking slowly before she takes me into her mouth. The warmth of her tongue sends shivers through me. She works me expertly, taking me deeper with each pass. Her eyes flick up to meet mine, and the look in them is pure sin.

"God damn," I mutter under my breath. "Is there anything you're not good at?"

She hums around me in response, sending vibrations through every nerve in my body. Her hand grips me tighter as she bobs her head, taking me as deep as she can. I thread my fingers through her hair, guiding her rhythm while trying not to lose control too soon.

"Indy," I groan, barely holding on. "You're going to make me?—"

She pulls back just enough to speak. "Not yet," she says with a wicked smile before taking me back into her mouth with renewed fervor.

I grip the arms of the chair tightly, every muscle in my body straining as she continues to work me over.

"Get up now and get on my fucking dick," I instruct, my voice a low growl.

Indy's eyes widen, but there's a fire in them that tells me she's more than ready. She stands, her movements fluid and confident, and straddles my lap. As she sinks down onto me, we both moan from the contact. The heat of her envelops me, and I grit my teeth to keep from losing it right then.

"Nice and slow," I say, my hands gripping her hips. "There'll be plenty of time for me to fuck you senseless when I heal up."

She nods, biting her lip as she begins to move. Her rhythm is steady, each rise and fall sending waves of pleasure through both of us. My hands roam her body, feeling the curve of her waist, the softness of her breasts. Her skin is warm under my touch, and I can feel her heartbeat racing.

"You're so damn beautiful," I murmur, watching the way her hair falls over her shoulders, the way her hazel eyes lock onto mine with an intensity that makes my breath catch.

"You're not so bad yourself," she teases back, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

Her movements become more deliberate, each roll of her hips drawing us both closer to the edge. The room is filled with the sounds of our breathing, our moans mingling together in a symphony of raw desire. My fingers dig into her flesh as I guide her pace, resisting the urge to take control completely.

"God, Tres," she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. "I don't think I can hold on much longer."

"Just a little more," I encourage, though I'm barely holding on myself. "Let me feel you."

She quickens her pace slightly, and I can see the tension building in her body. Her breaths come faster, more erratic. I feel myself teetering on the edge as well.

The door busts open, and suddenly Jacoby and Kyler are standing there, wide-eyed and out of breath. Indy yelps, instinctively covering herself with her hands. My heart is still pounding from the intensity of our moment, and now it's racing for an entirely different reason.

“Jesus Christ, ever heard of fucking knocking?” I snap, glaring at them.

Jacoby’s eyes flicker between Indy and me, a smirk forming on his lips. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?”

Kyler’s face flushes red as he tries to avert his gaze. “We thought something happened,” he growls. “We heard noises.”

Indy tucks herself closer into my chest. “Do you mind?” she says, exasperated. “A little privacy?”

Jacoby chuckles. “Didn’t mean to interrupt your little... therapy session. But Indy, baby, everyone in this room has seen you naked. No need to hide.”

Indy looks like a deer caught in headlights, her cheeks flushed, and she glances at me for some kind of reassurance. I give her a small nod, hoping to calm her nerves.

“It’s okay,” I say, my voice steady. “They know. We all know.”

She bites her lip, looking between Jacoby and Kyler. “You… you all know?”

Kyler steps forward, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “Yeah, Indy. We’re not exactly blind or deaf.”

Jacoby’s smirk widens as he leans against the doorframe. “And let’s just say, I’m not complaining.”

Indy’s eyes narrow at Jacoby. “You could’ve knocked.”

“We could have,” Jacoby admits with a shrug. “But where’s the fun in that?”

“I don’t find it too fucking fun at all,” Kyler grinds out.