by Rie Warren
I pulled away from the sweet tug of her lips with an extreme amount of effort. Crawling backward, I sat on my knees between her spread legs. I rubbed my palms up and down her tight leather pants.
“I wanna get you naked. In front of the fire.” My fingers moving higher, I brushed her mound.
She sucked in a breath, staring at me with glazed eyes.
“Won’t fuck you. Don’t wanna rush you. But I’m not kidding, I have to get my mouth on you.” I grabbed her by the waist and dragged her to me until her pussy saddled one of my knees.
“That okay with you?” I asked.
She rose up to her elbows. “Yes, baby.”
First, the shirt. I skimmed the bright blue top up her belly, over her skin, and off her arms.
Firelight danced over her, making her flesh gleam and her tiny nose ring glint. The incredible tats on her arms looked like a dense and sometimes delicate garden of unexpected flowers and hearts and designs. I slid my palms from her shoulders inward to her collarbone and gently over the front of her breasts. Her bra was black and lacy, low enough to nearly reveal the top crescents of her nipples. I flicked open the front clasp. She arched her back, and I pulled the straps away from her, slowly getting her topless.
I tried not to look at her tits. If I saw those luscious globes and tight nipples, I’d never get to the rest of her.
Leaning down, I tugged the suede lashings of her leather pants loose. Her hips wriggled as I drew them down her hips, over her thighs, off her feet after I helped her discard her boots and socks.
Then I looked at her. All her skin was aglow. A tiny pair of blazing blue panties hid her pussy, just barely.
My gaze roved up her body.
Fuck.
I knew it.
She had big, round, unbelievable tits.
Crouching slowly on top of her, I held her to me, my lips at hers. Despite the rockin’ curves, she felt so tiny in my arms. “You’re so damn small, princess.”
“Only because you’re a fucking giant.”
Punching up to my forearms, I kissed and licked my way down to the tops of her breasts. “Ain’t that big.”
Her hips notched up. “Sure feels like it.”
“You’ll find out later.”
“I can take you.”
I chuckled against her neck. “Not disputing that fact.”
Sitting back, I cruised my hands from her waist to her tits.
“I’m top heavy,” she hissed.
“Fuck yeah, you are. I love it.”
My hands smushed her breasts together. I played with her nipples as she writhed beneath me. They were pale pink, the same color as her lips. I massaged all over the globes, thrumming the nubs with my thumbs. As I stroked her, her eyes rolled back and she collapsed onto the cushiony rug.
I followed right after her. “So hot, Rayce.”
I palmed one breast and sealed my lips around the other, taking in as much as I could before pulling back and suckling the hot pink button in my mouth.
Her hips ratcheted up, knocking against my cock.
Unlocking my lips, I lapped at the sweet pink gem. I moved to her other tit, pinching and playing with her, and her fingers convulsed on my arms.
Lick. Slap. Suck.
She panted and moaned.
“You like that.” I wobbled her tits together and bit down on both high peaks.
“Boomer!”
I sat back, skating my rough palms over her soft breasts. Leaning down again, I cupped her hard between her legs, my fingers drilling against her panties.
She bucked off the floor.
Running my hands all over her, I moved lower and lower down her body. Her hips rolled. Her body rocked. She swore payback was a bitch as I took my time, nibbling her waist, sucking on her belly button, hitting the sensitive skin of her pelvis that shivered beneath my lips.
I slung off her panties. Then I crawled between her legs. And I was not disappointed. Her cunt was perfect. Pink lips. Glistening wet. A trimmed triangle of soft black curls pointing the way to her smooth and puffy pussy.
“Is this my pussy, princess?” I rubbed my thumbs up and down her swollen lips.
“Uh huh.” Rayce grabbed my hair, just like I knew she would.
I chuckled low in my throat. “Been waitin’ for this.”
I skimmed my nose up her cleft.
Hell yeah.
Her scent alone made my cock buck with aching need inside my jeans. Tearing through the buttons on my shirt, I threw it off. A drop of sweat rolled into the center of my chest.
The fire. Rayce’s heat. Her little wet pussy.
I bent over and placed my face against her.
“Boomer?”
I kissed the inside of her thigh where her muscle curved. “What do you want? Want me to lick you?”
Blowing a stream of hot air against her slit, I waited, at the ready.
“Yes!” She wound her fingers tighter into my hair.
“My pleasure.”
At the first touch of my tongue to her center, she cried out. When I pulled her close—her smooth lips in my mouth—and thrust my tongue inside her, she screamed my name. My mouth dipped farther. Her hot cream coated my lips, lips I coasted to her clit.
Rayce let go of me with one hand to press two fingers against the hood of her cherry-pink nub.
With a wild sneer, I attacked her offering.
My tongue raced around her clit, roughly rubbing. I slid back down and buried my mouth inside her soaking wet slit.
With my arms locked around her legs, I pulled her up to my mouth as I kneeled higher. She was a heady drink I sipped from.
Her arms flew back, and she pumped up to my face, giving me everything.
By the time I finished with her, I’d rolled to my back and held her ass in my hands. Rayce perched above me, her knees on either side of my head while I tongue-fucked her through three wild, savage orgasms—the last one with her planted right on top of my face.
She gave one last all-over-body-shudder and flipped down beside me.
“Holy hell. That was crazy,” she gasped out.
“You are crazy hot.” I softly sucked one of her pebbled nipples.
Her hips pumped up, and I gently toyed with her clit.
“I take back every single old man comment I ever made,” she sighed as I slipped two fingers inside her hot slit.
“That’s good,” I mumbled around her tit.
She pulled back, soft hair framing the sides of her face, soft eyes finding mine before running all over my chest and arms. Rayce smiled, pushing me back down. Completely naked, her body blushing from all those orgasms, she traced light designs over the muscles of my chest and the ink on my arms.
“Your body’s fucking amazing.” She briefly licked the flat discs of my nipples as I shuddered beneath her cunning lips. “I like the chest hair”—she rested her cheek against my pecs, rubbing all over me—“and this.”
Her fingertips walked down the deep divided center of my abs, following the black line of hair that whorled from my belly button down.
Before reaching the damn buttons on my jeans, she cruised back up my body.
I gripped her hair and mashed my lips to hers.
The scorching kiss was hot enough to burn the house down, never mind my body that was so ready to be tipped over the edge.
“Not done with you yet.” Rayce retreated beyond my reach, and I spread out on the floor, watching her decide her next move.
“Full sleeves.” Leaning down, she licked the designs with the tip of her pointed tongue.
Like any tat addict, I had a mix of ink running up and down both arms. Full black tribal markings, stylized bikes, interlacing smoke and fire. Rayce seemed to take pleasure in torturing me, her mouth never leaving my skin as her tits hung low, her nipples brushing against me.
I groaned, my body tantalized, my hips twisting. “For Cat when she got hers.”
“And this one?” Her fingers trailed the dark sugar skull on my che
st, simply designed but with the number 2009 etched into it.
“For my folks. The year they died.”
She covered the black skull with sweet soft kisses from her pursed lips. “Any more ink?”
“Back piece.”
Her lips on the cords of my neck caused goddamn goose bumps to erupt on my skin. With a tug of her teeth on my earlobe, she pushed me until I rolled over. Pressing down on my shoulders, she straddled my back. Her cunt, getting wetter, parted on my skin and the hot tips of her nipples hardened even more.
Sucking and biting all over my ear, she gyrated her hips.
“I can give you somethin’ better to ride,” I bit out.
Her movements intensified and the rotations of her hips tightened. I turned my head in time to see her bow backward in a short hard orgasm. Her fingernails nearly cut into the skin covering my ribs as a low moan whispered from her lips.
Christ. She’d come all over me again.
She whimpered before surging back to life, holding me down when I would’ve rolled over and had my mouth between her legs to drink it all up.
“Said I’m not done with you yet.” She bit my shoulder hard enough to send a hot thrill through me.
I arched into her touch with hoarse grunts whenever her hands, her lips, her tongue marked me. She focused on the tattoo—the large rendition of the Retribution back patch. Skulls sitting on the scales of justice. Licking my back, she squeezed my ass.
“Love your ass, Boomer.”
I could only swear in response.
One of her hands snuck underneath me, landing on my cock that was about to rip through my jeans.
Humping into her gripping palm, I barked a deep cry.
“Flip over so I can get at this.” Her smoky voice collided with my ear.
As soon as she was off me, I rolled around. Her gaze lowered to my cock, the solid ridge in my jeans.
Rayce dropped her hand, but I caught her wrist. “You don’t have to.”
“You look like you’re hurtin’.”
“Been hurtin’ all day.”
She kneeled beside me and pressed me down to my back. “I want to, Boomer.”
Her fingers explored my hard-as-hell shaft inside the stifling cloth. A drop of precome burbled from the head. It slid down my length, and I groaned.
When she unbuttoned my jeans and dragged them off along with the briefs, I rose to my elbows.
“Oh my God. I can see why they call you Boom.” Rayce licked her lips, hovering so close to my cock.
“Not that big.”
“Bullshit.” She took me in her hand, a hot velvet grasp. “Jesus Christ!” she shouted, staring at my shaft and the broad reddish head that throbbed. “You’re pierced?”
Her thumb rolled across the twin dydoe piercings on either side of the ridge of my cock.
“Looks like it.” I bucked into her hand.
My length more than one handful, Rayce started stroking me, twisting her hands, forming a tight tunnel between two fists.
“Stand up,” she ordered.
My legs were loosey-goosey, my heart pounding, my vision red hot, but I got to my feet as she kneeled in front of me.
Her ass—heart-shaped and perfect—waved behind her.
“So hot.” She licked at me.
Jizz dribbled over the barbells.
“I bet you’ve thought about fucking my tits.”
Her dirty mouth, I loved it.
She stroked me against her pillowy breasts.
Fuck. I regretted my earlier decision to not jack off. I was in danger of looking like a two-pump-chump.
Her black hair shined. The fire threw off heat. She held up her tits for me.
Straining forward, I settled my cock into the warm clasp she provided.
She spit down on me and stroked my shaft before swaddling it back into her cleavage.
“Damn, that’s so obscene. You’re meaty.” She pushed her breasts against me and played with her nipples, licking her lips.
After a series of long pulsing strokes inside that plush embrace, I ran my shaking fingers into her hair. “Rayce, please.”
“Please what?” She released my cock from her tits and slapped the rod against her chin.
“Need to be in your mouth.”
“C’mon, bad boy. Do it.” Falling back to her heels, Rayce smiled up at me.
I slathered my cock across her lips, dripping all over. On the next pass, she captured me inside her mouth. Her tongue wrapped around my shaft, drawing me in.
Standing above her, I drilled into her. Her shockingly hot mouth accepted most of me. I held her hand against the last few inches, and she gurgled when she released me.
“Again.” Rayce parted her lips.
My thighs shook. I spread them wide and lowered my cock to her mouth. Her tongue spread around me. Coaxed me close to coming. Speared the tip of my dick when I pulled back.
She nuzzled the base of my shaft. “You taste so good.” She licked at me. “Smell so good. Like man and pure sex.”
Sliding my hands into her hair, I held her still beneath me as my cock throbbed in front of her face.
“Suck me, princess.”
“Hell yes.” She engulfed me with abandon, the wet cave of her mouth, the wide stretch of her lips, the wild swirls of her tongue forcing inhuman sounds from me.
With each pass she took me deeper and deeper. I could not believe she was gonna attempt to deep throat my cock.
Holding just the tip of my dick in her mouth, she mumbled, “Do it. Hold my head and give me all of it.”
Sweat dripped down my chest. My cock was coated with saliva and pre-ejaculate. The head, swelling inside the ring of her lips, throbbed. My knees buckling, my balls tightening, I pulled her onto me. She went willingly, staring up at me, using her tongue to massage me as I disappeared down throat.
With her face pressed against my groin, I almost blacked out. My shaft swelled thicker when her tongue lashed low against my balls.
I let her up, my abs clenching, my thighs quaking.
“Again,” she gasped.
“Rayce—”
She bored back down, and I shouted, “FUCK!”
Every muscle in my body bunched.
With wet slow pressure, she slid me from her throat and then her mouth.
“Wanna come on my face?” she gasped.
Her words flipped my switch. Placing my cock back inside, I shot a hot load into her mouth, my legs turning to Jell-O, my voice growing more and more hoarse. With every pump of my fist, I fed her more come. My eyes flipped back in my head when she suckled the last drops out of me.
Even after I’d come so goddamn hard I was still fucking hard for Rayce.
She swiped my cock against her cheek then plopped to her back.
“Fuck, woman.” I collapsed beside her.
“I think I should go.” She suddenly sat up.
“Huh?” I had after-fuck-brain.
Climbing to her feet, she started pulling on her clothes.
I was still more than half out of it by the time she grabbed her boots from the floor. She all but ran from the room.
“Jesus Christ, Rayce. What the hell?” Yanking my jeans up my legs, I went after her.
I slammed the front door shut just as she was about to make a dash for it. “Fuck, Rayce. Where do you think you’re going?” I stared down at her.
She kept her gaze pinned to the floor. “I don’t want you to think—”
“What?”
“That I’m easy. You heard what he said,” she whispered in a small voice.
“Who? Your dad?” I bent my knees so I could look into her eyes. Everything I saw confirmed my worst fears. The man was an outright bastard. “Don’t give a fuck what he said. Still want to turn his entrails into stew meat.”
I didn’t even want to think about the abuse she’d suffered.
I kissed her forehead. “Don’t go home. Stay with me.”
“Boomer . . .”
“You’re n
ot easy. Trust me.” I wrapped her in my arms and brushed my lips against hers. “Don’t fight this, Rayce. I know you don’t want to be taken care of. But I want to be here for you.”
She agreed with a nod of her head.
“Besides”—I tucked my hand around hers, leading her away from the door—“did you forget you don’t have a ride? That makes you mine for the night.”
Hopefully for many more nights to come.
“Oh, really?” Raising a slim eyebrow, she allowed herself to be steered upstairs.
In the bathroom, I handed her a new toothbrush and one of my flannel shirts. I ducked out while she got ready for bed, the temptation too strong.
We weren’t going to bed, though. She just didn’t know that yet. Instead I rolled out blankets and pillows in front of the crackling hot fireplace beside the Christmas tree.
Several minutes later, Rayce called out from upstairs, “Boomer?”
“Down here, princess.”
She walked into the room, my shirt skimming across her curves.
I held out my hand and she fell against me. “Just gonna hold you.”
Helping her down to the padded blankets, I stood over her for a few moments before shedding my jeans and crawling next to her.
“You’re naked.”
I pulled the covers over us. “Not sorry about that. But don’t you think about it.” I needed to give that warning to myself as I enveloped her in my arms. “Gonna be your man in so many ways. This is just one of them.”
When her lips hit mine, her arms coiled around me, I knew this was a lost cause.
She fell asleep with her head resting on my chest, her leg tossed over my thigh, her hand clutching mine.
Pure woman. Bad girl mechanic. Dirt biker. With a nasty scumbag dad who needed taking down.
I was already falling in love with all of her.
In the morning, I woke late. The covers were cold. The fire burned to ashes. The house echoey. Shitlock purred like a freakin’ freight train right beside me.
No Rayce.
She’d done a runner.
But she’d taken my flannel shirt she’d slept in.
I could work with that.
Chapter Ten
A Cock Blocking NYE
AFTER CHRISTMAS, THE DAYS seemed to crawl by. We closed Chrome and Steele for the week, set to reopen after New Year’s Eve. That left me little outlet for the prowling energy I couldn’t shake.
