Dirty Ride (Wind Dragons MC #3.5)(12)

“Perfect,” he murmurs, spreading my thighs and flashing me a playful look before kissing my inner thighs, one and then the other. “You smell so good.”

I lie back on the pillow but keep my gaze locked on him as he slowly explores my body. He slides one finger inside me, then drags it to my clit, gently rubbing there. It feels amazing, as if he already knows just how I like it, as if we’ve done this a million times before. It feels that right.

He then removes his finger and puts his mouth on me, his tongue expertly licking me.

I’m not going to last long.

He reaches his hand up to play with one of my nipples while his mouth works its magic, now concentrating on my clit in soft, slow circles.

“Ardan,” I say in a sigh, arching my back a little as I get closer.

He ignores me.

I run my fingers over his scalp, gently tugging on his hair.

“I’m going to come,” I warn.

He starts licking faster.

I fall apart.

“Oh my god, don’t stop!” I plead as it hits, waves sweeping over me. My thighs tremble, and I grip his hair harder than I mean to, the pleasure too much yet not enough at the same time. When he’s wrung every last spasm out of me, he lifts his head, licking his lips and looking smug.

My lips kick up on one side. “Yeah, you did well.”

“Just getting started, darlin’,” he says, sitting up on his knees and undoing his belt.

“Let me do that,” I say, rising and taking it off, then unbuttoning his jeans and lowering the zipper. He does the rest of the work, standing up and peeling off everything. I peruse his body slowly, from head to toe and back again.

“Biker with no tats?” I tease, my eyes on his perfectly muscled body.

He grins wolfishly and turns around.

“Fuck,” I mutter, taking in the giant dragon on his back. And that isn’t the only tattoo he has—no, his entire back is covered from top to bottom, stopping just above his very attractive ass.

“You’re so sexy,” I blurt out, watching as he turns back around and stalks toward me, his eyes darker than ever. Unable to help myself, I glance down at his huge cock, hard and jutting out, more than ready for me.

“Well, hello there,” I mutter, glancing up at him to see amusement flashing in his eyes.

I lie back as he moves on top of me, not putting his weight on me, but his proximity is intoxicating even so.

“Are you on the pill?” he asks, burying his face in my neck and kissing me.

“Y-yes,” I say, moaning as he sucks on my neck.

“Normally I never sleep with women without condoms,” he says, lifting his head to look me in the eye. “If you want me to wear one, I will, but I’m clean, and, to be honest, I’d love to be inside you bareback.”

“Okay,” I say, trusting him. “I want you inside me, now.”

“Demanding little thing, aren’t you?” He grins, before slamming his lips down on mine in a deep, hungry kiss that has my head reeling.

I reach down between us and stroke his cock, bringing him against me, wanting him to push inside. He brings his hips forward, gently entering me in one smooth thrust. Feeling deliciously full with him inside me, I lift my hips, pushing back against him. His strokes become harder and he grabs my wrists, raising them above my head and pressing them into the mattress, pinning me there so I can’t move them.

His mouth still on me, his tongue masterfully tangling with mine, he f*cks me better than I’ve ever been f*cked before, with a need and intensity I could get addicted to. His mouth leaves mine, only to pay attention to my nipples, biting down on them gently, sending a zing of pleasure straight to my core.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, kissing back up my neck and letting go of my wrists.

“So good, Ardan,” I groan, threading my fingers through his hair. He lowers his mouth again, kissing his way down.

“Love being inside of you,” he grits out, then continues to lick, suck, and bite my nipples. My second orgasm of the night creeps up on me quickly, hitting me hard as noises come out of my mouth I don’t think I’ve ever made before. He comes soon after me, his movements turning fast and hard, but his eyes turning softer than I’ve ever seen them.

“Fuck,” he rumbles, never looking away as he finishes inside me, then rests his forehead on mine. He places a kiss on my jawline, then lies on the bed next to me, bringing me into his arms.

“Can we do that again?” I ask, making him chuckle.

“Fuck yeah we can,” he says, kissing my shoulder. “I want you to ride me next time.”

“I think I can manage that,” I say, shutting my eyes and smiling. “I think maybe we should have a small nap first.”

We both fall asleep.





SEVEN




I WAKE up wrapped in his arms, and sneak away to use the bathroom, have a quick shower, and brush my teeth. He’s still sleeping when I’m done, so I decide to make some breakfast. I’m frying some bacon when he walks into the kitchen butt naked, as if he does it every day.

“’Morning,” he says, voice husky from sleep.

“’Morning,” I reply, smiling. “How did you sleep?”

“Like a f*ckin’ baby,” he says, glancing into the pan. “You making me breakfast?”