Nodding, he reached behind him and unhooked the helmet he’d strapped to his sissy-bar. “Here. This is like the one you picked out, but a little bit more your size.” Taking it from him, she slid it on, looking top heavy and awkward. Chuckling, he leaned in adjusting the chin strap until the device was firmly in place. Breathing in deeply, he inhaled her fresh spicy scent. It was slightly exotic, and he could just imagine it combined with the sexy scent of her aroused pussy.
“Okay, slide on,” he instructed, forcing himself from his lusty daze.
Blinking, she had to hop to get her short leg over the tall bike. Once in place behind him, she tensed. He felt her stiffen as she tried to keep from snuggling in too close.
He chuckled and caught her under the knees. Yanking her forward, he brought her flush with his backside. The damp heat of her pussy slammed into the firm edge of his butt. Inhaling sharply, he tried to ignore the sensitive tips of her breast, brushing his back.
Ignoring her antics, he kicked the bike into gear. He knew she was fighting to maintain her distance, and he let her. That would change quickly enough.
“Hang on!” he ordered, and the sleek machine beneath them lurched forward like a panther springing to life.
She shrieked in his ear, and Gabe felt her throw her arms around him as if clinging for dear life.
To his dismay, her fear only lasted for a few seconds. As they flew through the darkened city streets, she came to life behind him. The wind whistled by them, carrying her bubbling laughter with it through the cool night. Every nerve ending was alive with sensation, awakened by the rumbling machine underneath them and the sparking desire beginning to burn between them. Lord, he needed to get laid. She was beautiful yes, but he’d known beautiful women before. They used to be part of his daily life. What was it about her that sent him over the edge? He had to get her off this bike and away from him before he completely embarrassed himself.
Easing off the road into a parking lot teeming with motorcycles and rough-looking characters, he parked the bike and shut off its powerful engine.
“Where are we?” she questioned, slowly easing back from him.
“You want to be a biker, might as well visit a biker bar,” he answered. This should send her running scared. The Rusty Screw was one of the roughest bars in town. He watched her swallow nervously as her gaze swept the assorted characters streaming from the parking lot into the teeming bar.
“I didn’t chicken out, and our deal was for dinner,” she hedged.
“I doubt you’d want to eat anything you found in here anyway.” He chuckled. “Come on, little girl, time to come out and play.” Turning, he walked boldly toward the door, leaving Danny to scramble after him. He instantly regretted leaving her behind. He was suddenly aware of the interest she generated. She was young, beautiful, curvy, and completely unaware. He could practically see the vultures circling.
* * * *
Danny eyed her surroundings with a wide curious gaze. Heavy rhythmic music screamed from the jukebox, and the clack of pool balls echoed off the dirty, poster-covered walls. The sounds of people, laughing and carrying on, cut through the thud of the music. Once again she was seized by a momentary burst of fear, which quickly burned away by the fascinating sensations rushing over her.
He led her to the bar, pulling out a well-worn stool and nodding for her to sit. With a wry look, she jumped up and turned a large smile toward the handsome bartender. The man’s appreciative gaze traveled over her curvy little body, lingering on the exposed cleavage. She felt Gabe’s big body tense at the attention. He pulled her and her stool into the wide V of his legs, marking his territory by slinging a protective arm over her shoulder.
“Jake, give us two beers,” he told the bartender, giving him a sharp look of challenge, letting him know Danny was off limits.
Danny decided not to argue over his high-handedness. A beer was fine. Hell, she loved it, and was sick to death of Wesley’s frou-frou wines and cocktails.
Studying the broad range of customers fascinated Danny. The colorful tattoos sported by so many drew her eyes. “Interesting crowd,” she commented. “I like that guy’s dragon.” Discreetly, she pointed.
Gabe grumbled something she couldn’t understand so she just rolled her eyes. “This was your idea. Don’t blame me if I enjoy the view.”
“Just drink your beer,” he ordered.
“Why don’t you like me?” she countered, taking a sip, enjoying the way his eyes followed the bottle to her mouth. Was he getting hard? She definitely felt something stir in her.
He shook his head, as if trying to clear that image of the bottle sliding suggestively into her mouth. “I never said I didn’t like you,” he finally answered.
“You certainly act like it.” She noticed he was watching her mouth again. She let her lips form an O around the mouth of the bottle, letting it slide slowly in just a little farther than necessary.
“Stop that!” He growled.
“Stop what?” She feigned innocence though she knew she was shaking.
“Deep throating the damn bottle. You’ll cause a riot.” His hand around his beer bottle looked so tight that she almost feared it would shatter.
“No one’s watching.”
“The hell they aren’t!”
“Are you always this grumpy?”
Instead of answering, he shoved his still-full beer into her hand, taking her empty one. “Drink your beer.” The cool bottle brushed her nipples, drawing a gasp from her. Their eyes met, and she fought the urge to cross her arms over her chest. She caught his grin and realized she hadn’t fooled him at all. He knew she was as turned on as he was.
Several beers later, she was feeling quite fine. As the alcohol started to relax her, she began to lean back into him, unable to stop her bottom from gyrating to the rhythmic beat of the jukebox. She could feel the thick ridge of his cock growing against her.
Suddenly he grabbed her wiggling hips and yanked her close, nestling his erection in the crack of her ass. He leaned in and growled into her ear, “Be careful, little girl, you might get more than you bargained for.” To emphasize his point, he ground his dick into her.
Danny moaned softly. She knew she should be afraid, but the combination of his closeness and the alcohol was intoxicating, stealing all caution and common sense. “I think you’re all talk, all grouch and hot air,” she taunted, anticipating his reaction.
Catching the thick braid of her hair in one hand, he pulled her back. Tilting her head slightly, he leaned down, nipping the tender flesh of her ear. Simultaneously he wrapped the other arm around her waist and pulled her onto his lap. “Does this feel like hot air, baby?”
Groaning, Danny grasped his thick thighs as a wave of white-hot desire rushed through her, soaking her panties.
“What’s the matter, little girl, bite off more than you can chew?” he sneered, clearly mistaking her trembling for fear.
Danny’s logical mind warred with her thrumming desire. She should push away. Lord knew she’d never done anything this outrageous in her entire life. But it was so hard to think clearly with his hard body and even harder erection pressing into her. You might never get another chance, her heated body argued. She could enjoy tonight, maybe the next few days, and then when her riding lessons were done, they’d go their separate ways, and she’d have lots of white hot memories to sustain her. It was that line of thinking that took control of her mouth. “I haven’t bitten anything yet, but you keep rubbing like that, and I might be tempted, big boy.”
It was Gabe’s turn to groan. “Baby, I got a big boy for you.”
“Then why the hell are we sitting here?”
“We’re not,” he said, standing and tossing a couple bills onto the bar, and Danny realized he’d only sipped his beer. “Later, Jake,” he called over his shoulder as he quickly steered her toward the door.
Danny was almost shocked that Gabe was able to keep the bike upright. She was on the edge of coming right there on the bike’s le
ather seat, and his tense frame told her he was just as close. When they reached the alley behind her apartment, he practically dragged her up the narrow stairs. On the landing, he paused. Danny had a brief second to gasp for air before his kiss seared her lips. Pressing her into the door, he ground his body into her as he forced her mouth wide, his hot tongue drawing hers out, enslaving it.
Danny clung to him, meeting his need with raging heat of her own. Her taunting at the bar had backfired. She was on fire as much as he was. One arm fisted the collar of his leather jacket, while the other struggled to get her keys out of her pocket. He tasted exotic and sinful. And she had to get him inside before she ripped his clothes off right there on the landing.
“Give me that!” he growled, yanking the key from her and jamming it into the lock. As the portal gave, they tumbled forward into the dimly light entrance of her loft.
Chapter Four
Danny’s heart pounded with need as they stumbled through the open loft, pulling at each other’s clothes as they went. She let out a startled gasp as he yanked the front of her shirt open, sending buttons flying. Pausing, he caught her face in his hands.
“Open your eyes, beautiful,” he ordered.
Fogged with desire, she struggled to obey. “Open them,” he said again, stroking the line of her jaw with his thumbs, holding her at bay until she complied. When her eyes met his electric blue gaze, he continued. “Listen sweetheart, you have to understand that sometimes I get carried away, but if I get too rough, tell me, and I’ll stop even if it kills me.”
Danny’s knees buckled beneath her as she remembered heated fantasies about being taken hard and fast, completely dominated and consumed. Falling into him, she whimpered, “Yes please!”
Apparently it was all the urging he needed. Scooping her up, he headed straight for her bed, and she was thankful for the lofts openness. No walls stopped them. Setting her on the edge of her large platform bed, he knelt and began yanking off the rest of her clothes. Catching her thick braid, he pulled the scrunchie holding the braid loose. Worshipfully he tangled his fingers in the dark silken mass, spreading it around her like an exotic cloak. When she was gloriously nude, he stepped back unable to resist drinking in her lush beauty. Then like a man possessed, he threw his clothes off in seconds flat. She chuckled at his enthusiasm, but it died in her throat when his boxers dropped to the floor, and she got her first look at his erect cock. A lump formed in her throat at the sheer size of him. But before she could open her trembling lips to warn him to go slow, he was on her, kissing her, his big hands trailing the lush curves of her body, and all coherent thoughts were gone. His hand went to large breast as if drawn, and he stroked the silky globes. Moaning, she arched up to him, desperate for his touch on her aching nipples. They were so hard and hot.
Danny arched into him, and she knew from his low growl that he was as eager as she was. “I have been dying to get my hands on these glorious tits since I first laid eyes on you.” He flicked his tongue over the aching bud, drawing a ragged gasp from her. It grew impossibly harder, and she reached up, needing more. Chuckling, he caught the pebbled nub between his teeth. “Is this what you want?”
“Oh God, yes,” she answered, nearly out of her mind with need as he sucked the hardened flesh into his mouth his other hand began to stroke the soft flesh of her belly.
He traced the velvety skin of her thighs, spreading them, stroking her open. His skillful fingers found the drenched lips of her sex, parting the damp folds to reveal the swollen nub of her clitoris. Crying out with need, she writhed as he teased the throbbing bud, circling but not quite touching. “Oh God, Gabe, please,” she begged, beyond feeling embarrassment. His lips and fingers were driving her insane! She was so close to coming, needing the barest touch to push her over the edge.
“No, no, baby,” he teased. “Not till my cock’s buried in your hot little pussy.”
“Then please fuck me ’cause I’m dying!”
He didn’t need any further urging. Jumping from the bed he retrieved his discarded jeans, and dug a condom out of his wallet. Quickly sheathing himself, he slid between her slick thighs and positioned himself at her weeping entrance. Catching her fleshy bottom in his hands, he thrust home.
As he began to fill her, Danny belatedly remembered his size. Her tiny slit struggled to take him in.
“Jesus!” He swore, as her tight flesh struggled to accept him. Whimpering, Danny’s instincts took over, and her small hands came up to push him off. Catching her tiny fist in his, he pinned them at her sides as he held the rest of his big body perfectly still. “Easy, baby,” he soothed. She might not be a virgin, but damn if she didn’t feel as if she was being split in two! “Do you want me to pull out?” His voice was strained, and Danny seriously doubted he actually could.
Gulping in several deep breaths, Danny shook her head. “J...just give me a minute,” she stammered, trying to force her body to relax.
Leaning down, he kissed her, slow and sweet, gently loving her lips until she began to melt around him. “You feel so good, so hot and tight.”
Danny was certain she’d never sit comfortably again, but as the burning within her slowly subsided, the glorious feeling of fullness began to take her. Danny sighed, feeling him touching her in places she’d never been touched before. He was deeper than she’d ever thought possible. She was fuller than she’d ever dared to dream. Wanting more, she arched up toward him, unable to resist the overwhelming need to move.
“Easy, baby. You feel too good. It’s killing me to go slow. I want to pound into you until you can’t remember a time when you weren’t stuffed full of my dick.”
Danny wanted the same. She knew he was being gentle for her sake, but she didn’t want gentle. She wanted passion, possession. She wanted fire. She wanted to be taken. “Damn it, Gabe, please!”
“No!”Gabe rasped in her ear. “I don’t want to hurt you, baby.”
“I think we’re past that.” She chuckled. “But you might not be if you don’t move that good-looking ass of yours.”
The grin that spread across his face made her smile. His sexy voice made her ache. “My little fire ball, if you want to be fucked, I’m more than happy to oblige.”
Gently withdrawing, he stroked back into her slowly, tentatively. Her exploring hands slid down the lean line of his back, caressing the taunt curve of his ass, before he let out his breath in a hiss as she dug her sharp nails in.
“Damn it, I won’t break!”
“Brat! I’m in charge of this fuck, so behave before I throw you over my knee.” But he obliged by drawing back and slamming into her hard and fast, pounding into her over and over, plowing into her hot little slit.
Danny couldn’t stop the cries that erupted from her as the waves of heat rolled through her, rushing to her pussy as it began to quake with the first tremors of her orgasm. Gasping, her body bowed, crying his name as her body convulsed.
The sleek muscles of her pussy clamped down around his solid erection was apparently more than he could take. With a deep roar of satisfaction, he erupted inside her, coming harder than he ever had in his entire life.
* * * *
Pressing a last hot kiss to her forehead, Gabe slid from her still trembling body and padded to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. Searching though the small linen closet, he found a clean washcloth and dampened it with cool water.
Danny turned her sated gaze toward him as he rejoined her on the bed. “What?” she questioned, her gaze going to the damp cloth in his hand.
“Shhh,” he whispered, “Just relax.” He moved between her still-shaking legs, parting them, exposing the swollen pink flesh of her labia. Placing the cool cloth over the tender flesh, he drew a soft sigh from her. “So, you want to explain why you’re as tight as a virgin?” he asked as he carefully cleaned and soothed the sensitive folds.
Danny blushed, and Gabe wondered if it was from his question or his intimate perusal. “Not really,” she answered. “It’s embarrassing.”
“Well, do it anyway,” he ordered, gentle but firm. “I figure it’s either been way too long, or the men you’ve been with have been needle dicks. So which is it?”
Taking a deep breath, Danny averted her gaze and mumbled, “The second. And it’s man, not men. I guess I might as well, fess up to that, too.”
“As in one?” His mouth was hanging open. He’d known she was innocent but damn! “So what happened?”
“What makes you think something happened?” She hedged, rising from the bed and moving to stare out the long bay window, hiding in the shadows.
“Call it instinct,” he replied, following her, not letting her enjoy the safe anonymity of the dark. He placed a large hand on each shoulder, nuzzling her neck. “Come on, you can tell me.”
Sighing, she leaned into him. “It seems funny. I hardly know you.”
He wasn’t going to tell her that the moment they met, he knew she was the one. He’d fought it so hard to drive her away, acting like a complete ass, but nothing had worked. Now, he’d never let her go. No woman had ever felt so perfect. She was open and honest, bold and free-spirited. She stood up to him when so few did. But he needed to know where he stood. If there was another man in the picture or, God forbid a husband, well, he wasn’t sure what he would do. All he knew was that she was his.
Finally she took a deep breath and began to speak. “I was what you’d call a late bloomer, so I never dated much till I got to college, and then nothing serious until I met my ex-fiancé, Wesley. You know, I could never figure out what the big deal was. I mean, I heard tales from my friends and all, but according to Wesley, real ladies didn’t do the type of things my friends suggested to spice up our relationship. So then I showed up at his place to surprise him, only I got the surprise. He was in bed with one of his freshman students. Apparently she was willing to do anything to make the grade.” She laughed at the irony before continuing. “I guess I should feel hurt or something, and I was pissed, but really, it’s like a whole new world has opened up. All the things he’d told me I shouldn’t do, I can suddenly do and there’s no one who can say a damn thing.”
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