Outlaws’ Property (Property of Outlaw Sons MC #1)

20. Jessica

20

JESSICA

"I’m still wet!" I squeal as he drops me onto the bed.

He leans in with a grin. “Good.”

We were naked together in the shower, but it was so cramped in there that I didn’t feel very exposed, and I barely even got a glimpse of him. But this is different. I’m embarrassed for a second, and clasp my arms over my breasts, but then I get a good look at him and forget about myself.

Wow.

Riot is all muscles. Big, broad shoulders, powerful arms and a wide chest that tapers into narrow hips. Muscle shifts in his thighs when he moves, and between them… I was not ready to see all those inches of flesh pointing right at me as he stands at the end of the bed, taking me in. It looks so swollen it must be painful, and every inch of him is glistening right out of the shower.

Something in my memory of biology must be lacking, because I’m having a hard time believing that anything that big is actually intended to go where I was taught. "I… I'm not sure I'm ready for?—"

"Relax. There’s plenty we can do without going there today.”

“Like what?”

He grins and kneels at the end of the bed. “You look good enough to eat."

"You want to do that ? Really?"

"Fuck yeah, I do." He climbs onto the bed like a leopard stalking its prey, and grabs my ankles, pulling me closer before pushing my thighs back so I'm completely open to him.

God, no one's ever gotten so close to me. Not like this.

“Ooooh!” I let out a shuddering moan as his broad tongue swipes through my sensitive folds. My back arches, pushing off the mattress. Oh, holy cannoli. That’s very different from my own fingers.

I close my eyes and focus on breathing as he does it again, sparks blazing down from my swollen nub to the tips of my toes. I’m going to explode if he keeps this up, but if I do, I won’t have died in vain.

He hums against me, his lips and tongue working together until my legs are trembling and my hands are fisted into the sheets. It’s too much, I can’t hold on. I’m either going to fly to bits or scream loud enough that the whole club knows what’s happening, and I’m not sure I care.

"You okay?" he asks, looking up at me from between my thighs. His face glistens, and I realize that's from me, but it feels too good to mind. "Too much? Want me to stop?"

Is he crazy? With both hands, I thread my fingers into his thick dark hair and pull him against me. "Never stop," I breathe hoarsely. "Please, never stop."

Riot chuckles and gets back to it. He flicks his tongue against the sensitive bud at the apex of my sex. A wave of pleasure rips through me.

The more he works his strong tongue against me, into me, flicking it over the top of me, the more I can settle in and really luxuriate in all the different sensations, including the soft tickle of his thick beard against my thighs.

My fingers run through the thick strands of Riot’s hair as he starts to get aggressive. His lips and beard are wet from my body. A molten pool opens deep within me, threatening to overflow. My toes curl and my pulse races as I close my eyes and moan. “Oh, God. Riot!”

He growls right up against me at the sound of his name on my lips. He slides a thick finger inside me, and it’s just what I need to go over. The wave of my orgasm crashes down, and I buck up against his face. He doesn’t stop, driving me on until I’m limp and panting in front of him.

I didn't know it was possible to feel like that.

Feeling like jelly, exhausted and overwhelmed. I force my breathing to slow, hoping maybe my racing heart will do the same. Every so often, a little aftershock courses through me, a pleasurable twitch, a little carnal reminder of what he just did to me. And when I finally open my eyes, he's right there, lying next to me, propped up on an elbow and looking back

I reach out and touch his face, running my fingers over his features. Those bottomless brown eyes couldn’t possibly belong to a brutal killer, but I’ve seen him in action.

"Welcome back," he says behind a very confident grin. "I was starting to worry I'd lost you."

I shake my head slowly. "No… just floating. Is it always like that?"

"Good question. Guess we won't know until we do some research."

"Oh God, not yet. I don't think I could take it." I roll into him, pressing my forehead against his powerful chest as he puts a strong arm around me. His cock, seeming even bigger and harder than before, is right there between us. I slide my hand down, not sure what to do, but wanting to try. “Show me what to do."

"Not everything has to be an even trade, baby. If you don’t want?—"

"But I do." I wrap my fingers around him, shocked at the heat, and how velvety his skin is. He draws a sharp hiss when I do, so I let go again. "Was that wrong? Show me."

"Fuck. No, definitely not wrong. Don’t stop." He covers my hand with his and moves it over his rigid length, showing me how to stroke him. Slick drops of clear liquid come out of the tip and coat my hand, making it easy to slide up and down his length. "You can hold a little harder. Don't be afraid of it," he says huskily. "Fuck, yeah, just like that."

His breathing comes faster, and I pick up the stroking, trying to keep up. He lets go of my hand and grabs my thigh hard, like he needs me to hold on to. I follow my instincts, building a fast, twisting rhythm until even with my inexperience, it's obvious he’s balancing on the edge.

Wetness leaks onto my fingers, his whole length slick as my hand spreads it out. He moans, a heavy grinding noise deep in his chest. His hips move, pumping into my hand, small, insistent thrusts.

His fingers dig into my thigh, so hard it almost hurts. "Jesus, I'm close."

"Show me," I whisper. This is all new. So exciting. I need to see.

"Fuck," he hisses and then he swells against my palm as he thrusts one last time.

His cum burns hot stripes on my skin, some of it going so far that it hits my breasts, then my belly and my thighs. I never imagined how much there would be or how far it would spurt. By the time the last of it slides down the side of his dick, coating my fingers in slick fluid, I feel like I'm covered in it. "Holy crap. I might need another shower."

"Sure. In a minute," he whispers, sounding pleased and lazy. He smiles. "Fuck, you look sexy."

"I'm a mess."

"A sexy mess." His smile widens, intimate and teasing.

“You’re sure this won’t be a problem with the others?” I kinda want to do it again, and I’m curious to know if it’s the same with every man, or if things would be different with Ghost.

Or even Tex. So far we’ve only had the one kiss at the bar, but what a kiss. I feel connected to him, just like I do Ghost and Riot. Hopefully that isn’t one sided.

He shakes his head. "Nah, but I'll have a talk with them. No one owns you. Hell, we'd take real good care of you together. Promise."

Together? Bonnie’s teasing about a four-some comes back to me. It seemed impossible at the time, but maybe… no. No. That would be too greedy, wouldn’t it?

On the other hand… I dip my fingers in the sticky liquid spattered over my chest, trying to imagine how that would work. Life keeps showing me that nobody knows how much time they have. It would be a shame to waste it.