Dirty Salvation (Renegade Souls MC Romance Saga Book 1)

by V. Theia

  If her breathy moans were a gauge, then she liked dry humping him. His sweet girl had dirty in her, she just needed to find it again.

  It was going to kill Rider, but who cared if Zara liked it, he'd die right fucking here.

  "Don't stop, baby, you like that? I can smell your arousal, you like it." Encouraging her, his palm slid from hip to the front of her jeans, popping a button free. "Just this, keep going. Grind as hard as you need."

  His dick grew harder, threatened to blow right there, for god's sake, don't you fucking dare come yet..when he lowered the zipper, she emitted a strangled sound of arousal and panic, he pressed more kisses to her lips, licking the seam for her to open, her hips never stopped their suggestive movement, and with that he slid a hand around to her ass, the waist of her jeans baggy now they were gaping open, he was easily able to push a hand down into the back of them to palm both full cheeks, fingers spread apart to cover the area nicely.

  "That's my good girl. Shit, you feel so fuckin' good, Zara. You might be the first woman to get me off just by grindin' your gorgeous pussy on me."

  The grin was in his thick spoken words, each one dropped with a grunt upon her lips. When he abruptly ceased his calculated torture, Zara protested seeking out his mouth, laughing right there, he tasted the moan. She liked torturing him, he knew it.

  Good girls do bad things, he decided. Just with me. He insisted silently. It was a claim he'd make sure she stuck to.

  They ended up on the narrow twin bed, tongues in each other's mouths, Rider’s palms squeezing hell outer her ass as she rode his lap. She tasted like smooth caramel as though she’d recently had hard candy in her mouth, but the sweetness was all uniquely her, the flavor of her made him crazy, long slow sweeps over her tongue, he tempted her to get a little dirty with his mouth.

  Laid on their sides, to begin with, the bed didn’t allow for much room other than domino's, but it meant he had Zara plastered against him and Rider wasn’t ever gonna complain about that, he’d rolled her on top of him for a tighter fit.

  She felt like heaven.

  Her scent of soap and sultry skin turning him on hard, she found her spot, settled down into him, and was softly grinding out, sucking on his tongue.

  If she’d been hesitant at first, he let her decide what she wanted to do, and she soon gained confidence in that control, taking his mouth, kissing him deeply, if this was all they did, then he had beauty on top of him dry fucking herself on his rock-hard dick, it was a satisfaction he'd never felt before.

  Stroking one or five out later in the shower was gonna have to happen or else he wouldn’t be able to walk upright. As it was it took all his willpower not to roll her over, prowl up her body, split her thighs and bury himself into what would undoubtedly be the best fucking fuck of his life.

  Rider ground his back teeth, helping her move in short sharp jerks using his hands on her ass.

  “Sweet fiery hell, Icy, you need to…”

  He was about to lose his fucking mind if she didn’t -------

  “Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiider!” her hips went frantic pumping faster. He’d never heard a sexier sound than when Zara came.

  Her gasp was guttural and out of this world.

  “Get it. Keep goin’, don’t fuckin’ stop, that’s it. I can feel it shakin’ you, so fuckin’ sexy, grind your orgasm out on me, I want your panties soaked through, use me, fuckin’ use me,” his eyes darkened listening to her choppy breathing as she came down, her body eventually stopping its frantic motion.

  He was in complete sexual agony and ecstasy all at once.

  She’d gone over for him crying his name. His fucking name.

  He mentally beat his chest. Tarzan motherfucker.

  A sudden rippling recognition that moved through him on a hot frequency that shook him. She'd come for him, for her. Jesus, yeah, he'd seen a lot of woman coming, some loud, some quiet, some weird as fuck, Zara right then would forever be etched in his mind as being the jewel of all orgasms, to see it surprising her, to knock her down.

  Beautiful.

  “Rider…“ lifting her head, Zara’s eyes were glazed as hell, filled with what she’d just experienced. Rider smirked smugly. She tried to move off him, his palm flat to her butt kept her exactly where she was. “I didn’t think I. Wow.”

  He claimed that wow as his own.

  She let go of a breath pushing hair off her forehead, a soft glow to her face, she looked beautiful. Orgasm soft. “I didn’t think I could anymore. Thank you, Rider.” He didn’t get out a word before she suddenly asked. “Rider? Is that your name or biker name?”

  How could she coherently talk when he was still trying to untangle his tongue from the back of his throat? He ached to slid his hand down into her jeans, feel how wet her orgasm had made her, to stroke her to a fresh one. This was her show, he reprimanded. Even if she had turned his brain to molten lava with not one clean thought in there.

  Rider was already dirty. Zara made him dirtier.

  “Road name. I’ve been called it since I was fourteen. Only my mom calls me Ambrosio anymore. Thank my Greek grandfather for that.” He watched her eyes flicker into focus and her pink lips rounded to a silent O. What was the Icy girl thinking now? he questioned silently to himself. He smiled, kissed her once, twice, felt her body relax into his. See the good a fucking orgasm can do a person. If only he was so goddamn relaxed, with his body wound tight and his dick threatening to cut off all blood supply to the rest of his body. “Is that what you wanna call me, baby?” he asked and she blushed with a nod.

  God, he liked that.

  Her chest rose and fell quickly with stuttered breaths. “I do. It kind of suits you somehow, the other side to the big bad biker man.”

  Every time she called him that Rider snorted amused.

  His arrogance clearly knew no bounds because he liked the title.

  Now to get her to admit he was her big bad biker man.

  “And now. Do you think, maybe ...“ when she got shy like she was right now dipping her eyes away from him it just made Rider want to fuck some dirty into her. “That we could do some more of this?”

  Fuck yes! All of it, baby. Rider hissed a noise of approval, so eager he almost mounted her right there and rutted for a while. It wasn't often the Renegade Soul's president was taken off-kilter, completely knocked off his feet, this sweet girl was a leveler for him, she had sneaked under his guard a long time ago and she was still there, nestled claiming her place and she didn't even know it.

  “Only, Rider. I think, maybe, without clothes this time … and----- “

  “Yeah, we can do that, baby.” Rider’s dick answered for him, jerking in his pants even as he growled heatedly, rolling them over so he got her beneath him. Already in his mind, he was ten steps ahead getting to the good to the wet to the screaming.

  Slow. Taking it fucking steady.

  “Remember what I said? You tell me to stop anytime you want.” Zara was breathing all out of sync and he liked to think she was excited and not terrified to have a man on top of her. He started as he meant to go on, by getting her fucking naked in record time. Jeans slid down her legs, the shirt yanked off over her head. Underwear came next and when he groaned, grinding the heel of his hand against his crotch, he was so in danger of coming before he got his dick anywhere near her. “This what you want, baby, for me to make you feel good again? I'm dyin' to feel you tight around me with all that creamy heaven. Tell me. Lemme hear you say the dirty words.” He sat up on his knees, looking down at her sprawled on his bed, like the sacrificial naked lamb.

  God, she was a sight making his insides clench.

  Lust blazed between them.

  If his club burnt around him to the ground right then and there, he was gonna go out fucking his way to hell. He’d meet Lucifer himself after having an almighty climax between her creamy thighs. Safe to say save for a natural disaster nothing was stopping Rider.

  “Baby. Lemme hear the words so I know you want this.”

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p; “You talk too much.” she blushed for the way he was raking his eyes over her. He didn’t stop, not until she told him, all he would do was eyefuck her and he’d make it damn good until she was twitchy to have him fuck her.

  He reached into his jeans, grasping himself tightly, pumping into his own fist, the pleasure made his eyes roll to the back of his head.

  “Dammit … say it. Say you need me to fuck you. Tell me to slam inside you, to feel how wet I’ve made you, that you can't stand another minute that my cock is not inside you. I can fuckin’ see you’re soaked for me, Icy, your thighs are glistenin’ with your own juices. You’re gonna come so hard against my tongue … So creamy wet ain'tcha? I need inside you so bad. I want to slide in deep, baby, as deep as you can take me. Fuckin’ say it...” his voice sounded strained to his own ears, she had two seconds before he coated his damn walls.

  Rider was desperate for her.

  When her breathing hitched, and her eyes came to his, he felt his hunger roar like an animal, knowing what she was going to say. Say it, baby, don’t be afraid of us.

  A little huff and blush. “As I said, you talk too damn much, Rider, my god, a chatterbox biker man.“ She smiled, though her eyes were all on what his hand was doing, watching the up and the downward self-stroke. Her groan was frustration itself and a kick to his system, damn near no one had him this wound before. “Fuck me already. But …“ she held a hand out warding him off before he could pin her to the bed and get his happy-as-fuck cock into her. His eyes narrowed to slits in warning as she carried on.

  “If I’m no good at it, don’t blame me, I tried to warn you, you can still back out and grab one of the groupies who pant for you,” so unsure again, it calmed the beast within.

  He let his cock go, so he could lean his entire body over Zara’s, making room in the cradle of her thighs, until he was touching her nose with his, a cautious growl to his throat.

  “It’s you I want. I just made you come hard, Icy. Don’t ever think you’re no good, fuckin’ ever again. It was the best orgasm I never had. Now I’m going to have you…”

  He heard rather than saw her breath exhale. So brave was his girl, poised with wide eyes waiting for him to take her and be disappointed. Not likely. He shared a sweet kiss with her, soft sharing of lips, opening and tasting.

  “Have me then. I’ll have you, too…”

  He was already hers, she just didn't know it.

  For more than an hour Rider had given Zara his all. His tongue was strung out aching from the amount of licking he'd done between her thighs; he'd tasted so many of her orgasms he was positive he could pick the right one out of a line up in the dark. Because he knew she needed to feel in control he'd let her explore his body again, her hand going to his cock, she'd got him off in three embarrassing strokes, she'd giggled and told him Oops His girl said fucking oops, she tipped her sweet meter.

  And when it came to finally … fucking finally ... to slide home, he let her take his cock to her entrance, teeth crammed together, she took her sweet time rubbing him on her clit until he thought he was in serious danger of having a brain aneurysm.

  "Goddamn ... you gotta give me it right, Zara ... all the way, you wanna take all of me? let me push in some more … fuccckkk ... more, baby. That's right ... open wider for your man."

  One hard plunge and Rider, as his namesake foretold, rode all the way inside every goddamn last inch, wall-to-tight-wall until he bottomed out with no room to spare.

  Oh fuck ... he was going to lose it ... count wolves ... recite football scores from 1968. Think of a brother with his dick out. Fuck no, he'd lose his erection if he put that in his head.

  His eyes dropped to her mouth, so lovely pink and pouty, and he dipped his head slowly. Greedy lips traced over hers before his tongue dipped inside, all wet and leisurely, to sample her mouth as if seeking the answer to a question he hadn't spoken.

  Everything became clear. So clear, he was dense to not have seen it sooner.

  She belonged to him.

  He put his hand against her sternum, caressing her breasts, feeling her fast inhales, slower exhales, her eyes never leaving his. Good. Rider wanted to make sure she was focused when he said this next part. Because he'd never said anything more meaningful, truthful or fucking scary before in his life.

  "You're everythin' I want, Icy. Believe it, you're it for me, for the long haul, my old lady, want you on the back of my bike squeezin' me with your legs, holdin' my waist, I wanna fuck you every night, make you feel good, have you screamin' my name, wanna see that smile and know it's just for me ‘cause I make you happy. I want every last thing from you and to give you more back, you and me every day. Need you to know this goin’ in, where my heads at. It’s you. But, baby ..." he slipped out and pushed back in causing her to moan and undulate. "I need to fuck you hard right now more than I need to breathe, harder than I ever gave it. I gotta take you and take you until I'm dry. You ready for that?" Zara's gasp made Rider smirk as he settled further between her thighs.

  She was a wet glove and he was losing his mind by not moving.

  She gave a groaned nod. Sweat beading on her forehead, eyes glassy and beautiful.

  "You feel so good. I feel you everywhere. Oh god, Ambrosio, please, it aches, please move."

  She was so much smaller than he was, but they were a perfect fit, her pussy was made to take his cock, her hips bucking up trying to drive him deep, Rider groaned against her mouth, licking sin into her, she was sweet whereas he was bad, but together... oh fuck, it was as good as his perverted memory remembered, better even, because now he wasn't only fucking Zara with his body, he was using everything he had, whispering dirty words of encouragement as skin slapped together. He would have liked to think he had some rhythm to how he took her, but it was all vicious need clawing at him, the moment he got her under him it had been game over.

  He just wanted in … and in and in … so he fucked her until she screamed his name, his true given name, the sound bounced off the ceiling, and he went on, taking the woman of his dreams, his old lady.

  And when Rider came, it hit him like a missile, he wished he spilled his come inside her instead of the condom, he wanted to soak her with their sex. soon, fucking soon he'd go at her dick-bare and feel every spasm of her pussy. Until then, he arched into her, giving one last long powerful thrust.

  The best ever.

  Tears were already filling her eyes when his head finally lifted feeling a hundred pounds sated and heavy. “Baby...” he groaned, his voice hoarser than expected. “Are these ‘you did me really good, Rider’ tears?”

  He kissed her. Angling his head to take it deeper, he’d fucked her for hours and still he felt the hunger low in his belly.

  She kissed him just as madly, her lips open and accepting his tongue, both moaned. His tongue flicked into her mouth, a sly flexing, loving how she was tearing at his hair as if desperate for more, as well. When they parted, he dropped a last kiss to her nose, pulling from her body so he could dump the condom.

  She was still where he left her when he came back. Should he worry she hadn’t answered? He took a seat on the side of the bed, cupped her cheek, tears still glistened her eyelashes, tiny sexy diamonds, but he saw a small smile dancing on her lips.

  Orgasms and a smile, good sign, he thought. “Gonna answer now?”

  “Good tears, Rider. Relieved tears. Thankful tears. I just had amazing sex with this hot bad biker man tears. I think my vagina might be broken tears. I feel like I should send you a gift basket or something, do you like fruit?“

  Rider burst out laughing, reaching down his hand palmed between her legs, causing her to moan when he ground the heel against her swollen overused clit.

  “Hmm. Don’t think it’s broken, Icy. In fact, it feels real happy to see me again. So pink and open for me.” And just like that Rider slid his middle finger through her sore wet folds, curled inwards and let it sink and sink until he found that spot that turned her wild and panting.

  “O
h, my god, Ambrosio. What are you doing to me? I can’t. Not again. I’m tapped out.” One stroke and she jerked upwards … seeking more.

  “Now, sweet girl...” He laughed throatily, angling his finger to the perfect spot, dragging it over a ridge nestled inside her walls. “lemme me show you what a liar you are...”

  It took precisely three minutes of finger fucking to send Zara over that edge again.

  And another five and a fresh hastily donned condom to push Rider there with her.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  “He only needed ten minutes to go again. Had Rider Marinos just become my ideal man?” – Zara

  It was Oscar Wilde who said to yield to temptation or forever yearn for the forbidden. And it was Scrooge McDuck who said more is better.

  How could anyone truly resist Rider and not go back for seconds and thirds? Zara could ponder on that question for a decade and still not have an answer. He was a tall drink of biker water in a long lean glass with an added bad boy straw she just wanted to slurp on for hours. For weeks, he had broken her resolve, placing himself in such a way she’d began to drop her fear. Or maybe he’d just battered it down.

  She didn’t know which.

  The longing had become unbearable to the point she had to give herself pep talks 'don't lick his face' 'you can't rub on him like a cat in heat'

  Why she put these restrictions on herself she'd hadn't examined that far, she knew from the look in his eyes whenever they landed on her he had been more than up for … rubbing and licking.

  She’d been scared and he still was a dangerous man.

  The only guy she'd wanted from the moment she'd seen him, that instant electric attraction, had wanted for forever afterwards, it seemed as so, the only sexual experience she'd enjoyed and the dense moment she realized he wanted something with her again she’d been apprehensive that if they tried to pick up where they left off she would be launched back to the days of the Rebels and recoil instinctively away from Rider's touch.

  Fear was a wicked monster clinging to every insecurity, whispering the harshest things.