Biker Chic

by Devyn Quinn

  The next few moments were a blur. Somehow his clothes, along with the rest of hers, melted away, and he was on top again. This time it was good and right…nothing separated their bodies. She wasn’t surprised he was rigid, driven by the same aching need burning inside of her.

  Moving his hips just so, Jake’s member parted her cream-slicked labia. His swollen purple head pressed deliciously against her small hooded nubbin. The friction between them intensified. Her body began to shake.

  Throat tight with tension and need, Melanie whimpered, trying to lift her hips against his, spreading her legs wider to guide him into her depth. She couldn’t, because he was holding back, torturing her. She felt dizzy from her awareness of him, from her over-responsiveness to him. Even now she was completely unable to control her body’s physical compulsion for intimacy with him, unable to control the soft melting sensations within her soul.

  “Melanie, baby, you’re the one.” As he whispered her name, the warmth of his breath feathered across her mouth.

  Her own lips parted and softened. Beneath his lips, she made a soft sound of need.

  Immediately, Jake responded. He thrust, sliding his cock into her slick heat. She cried out as he stretched her.

  He pulled back a little, chuckling in delight. “You’re so damn tight.” He pushed back in, all the way. He could go no further. Belly to belly, their bodies were completely joined.

  Melanie felt his shaft pulsing inside her. Her muscles tightened around him, making it harder for him to pull out. A tiny frisson of sensation coiled through her, an ache she welcomed. Somehow she’d given him a power that was frightening. She could hardly quell the aching, throbbing need he’d ignited in her body.

  Jake’s hands found hers, intertwining his fingers with hers and positing them above her head. The uniting motion ground their bodies together until they were not just locked together, they were a single unit, his cock filling her until she was fulfilled.

  His lips captured hers in a kiss as hot as their bodies. He ground his hips against hers, each push taking him further than she ever thought possible. With every thrust, the rasping inside her became almost unbearable. He was creating an agony so exquisite, she wanted to cry out for a harder, deeper pummeling.

  His eyes focused on hers, gazing deep. Desire flared in their depths. “Come for me, babe.”

  She couldn’t shut her eyes. She wanted to look at him as she climaxed, share the most intimate moment a woman could have with a man. No doubt that was his intention, and the crescendo of climax came without warning, a rush of sensations totally beyond her control.

  She shuddered violently, lips pressed tightly as she struggled to make the sensations last just a moment longer. Her hands came up, clasping the back of his head, her body arching in fierce response. He slowed his rhythm, letting the tension between them build up all over again. He tried to hold back a few minutes longer, but control slipped away as the sensations claimed his senses. His cock surged, his body jerking as his seed gushed into her waiting womb.

  It was a fierce coming together, a powerful explosion. Weak and dizzy, she clung to Jake while her body shook with the aftermath.

  After a moment, he rolled onto his side, relieving her of his weight. By the look on his face, he was as sated as she was. “Damn,” he muttered. “It’s been a long time since I’ve sex twice in one night.”

  Melanie pushed a stray strand of hair off her sweaty face. “Oh, we’re hardly finished.” Her rapidly beating heart and sudden liquid rush of desire between her legs attested to that. “Round three is coming up.”

  He shook his head. “I’m not as young as I used to be, you know.”

  She grinned. “You aren’t as old as you think.” She reached down, caressing his spent member.

  Jake’s cock twitched, indicating it still had a will over its owner. He smiled and reached for her again. “You’ll be the death of me, woman.”

  Melanie nuzzled the side of his neck, running her tongue between chin and shoulder. The smell of perspiration mingled with his salty taste. “I intend to do my best to keep you around a little longer.” Her gut told her she wouldn’t be satisfied with one night of pure unadulterated sex. Even if her body was sated, her soul would crave more of him.

  But if she had her way, he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

  Epilogue

  Wrapped in a delicious warm lethargy, Melanie came slowly to wakefulness. The sun was well into the sky, the clock on the bed table reading two p.m. Yawning, then stretching, she rubbed the remnants of sleep from her eyes and rolled over. It was muggy in the hotel room, the day’s heat already at an oppressive temperature. Vague sounds from outside drifted in through the half-open window, its blinds closed against the light and prying eyes. Her body was covered with a fine sheen of perspiration. The lingering scent of sex was all around her.

  A strange sense of sadness filled her. The pillow beside hers was empty, though the sheets still proved that Jake’s body had lain beside hers through the night.

  Her body tensed in face of the rejection she knew subconsciously would be waiting for her when the day arrived. A frown marred the smoothness of her forehead.

  I knew he wouldn’t be here when I woke up.

  With a wistful smile, she put out her hand and touched his side of the bed. She remembered how flagrant desire had filled her with a yearning begging to be sated, the touch of his hands only serving to inflame her on to a deeper, more urgent lust only he could tame.

  And now he was gone.

  That was the way it had to be. She could accept that.

  Still, she couldn’t help thinking back, wishing he were beside her now. The memories of Jake would always be there, like walking down a favorite path. In her mind she could relive the precious shared hours he’d given her.

  She refused to dwell on his leaving, that he’d gone without as much as a goodbye. She’d known it was to be nothing more than a one-night stand. They would probably never meet again.

  These last twenty-four hours had changed her in ways that she never could have dreamed. She was no longer Mrs. Phillip Brooks, wife of a prominent doctor. No, that identity was gone forever. Nor was she the weak, foolish ex-wife. She was something more now. She was Melanie Brooks, a woman able to make her own decisions—and deal with the consequences.

  “I’m going to be fine. I’m going to be strong.” Her car would be repaired today, and she’d be able to leave this town. She doubted she would ever return. There was no need to.

  Sitting up, she pulled the sheet around her naked body, even though there was no one to see her. A sound caught her attention. She cocked her head. No, surely it couldn’t be—

  There it was, strong and clear, the familiar sound of an engine. Not just any engine, but the distinctive purr of Jake’s motorcycle pulling up in front of her room.

  Devyn Quinn

  Devyn Quinn lives in the scenic Southwest, though she has called several other states home. She is a huge fan of dark gothic music & shoot-’em-up action movies. But reading is her first love and Devyn spends too much time with history books, as well as feeding her addiction for celebrity biographies. She especially enjoys reading books on Hollywood before the 1960′s and is crazy about Marilyn Monroe, her legend and her myth.

  Devyn lives with her cats, ferrets, and one little single Shih Tzu doggie, Tess.

  She is also the owner of several tattoos, including one based on her “Eternity” books.