by Lilly Atlas
Slightly embarrassed to be under his intense, up close and personal scrutiny, she ducked her head.
Without warning, Striker stood, and Lila whimpered at the loss of his touch. “Get in the shower.”
His voice was tense with arousal, and the knowledge that she wasn’t the only one affected served to excite her even more. Lila obeyed, and stepped her shaky legs into the shower.
When the warm spray ran down her body, Lila sighed in contentment, and turned so she faced him. She was sore, but hadn’t wanted to alarm him further by admitting it, and the heat of the shower felt amazing on her abused body.
Lila found his appreciative gaze on her once again. Her nipples were beyond hard and aching as they pointed outward, as though beckoning him. She was so turned on and sensitive that the feel of the water running down her breasts was enough to draw a moan from her.
Striker noticed and a sexy smirk formed on his handsome face. “Everything okay, baby? I bet those pretty nipples would feel even better with my mouth on them. You want that?”
“God, yes.” Lila didn’t trust herself to speak beyond that.
Striker was still clothed, and standing outside the shower, a situation she decided needed to change. She wanted to make him as crazy as he was making her. With a grin of her own, she skimmed her hands up her body toward her breasts, anxious to provide some relief for her straining nipples.
Striker shot a hand into the shower and gripped her wrist with a gentle but unbreakable hold. “Uh uh. Those are mine. Hands at your sides or I’ll make you wait even longer.”
Lila’s body was on fire and she didn’t think she could wait another minute. Never had a lover spoken to her like this. Never had one played with her, and aroused her with words alone. Admittedly, her experience was limited; she’d only slept with two men in the past. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take, but she did as he asked and dropped her hands.
“Good girl.”
Striker shrugged out of his cut, and tossed it on the counter, next to the sink. When he reached down for his T-shirt and pulled it over his head, her eyes widened and her jaw fell open. “Holy shit.”
“Like what you see, baby?”
“Striker, you’re gorgeous.” And he was. His chest was broad and thick around with solid muscle. The words Take No Prisoners were tattooed across his broad right pectoral muscle and multiple tattoos decorated his arms. When he’d placed his cut on the counter, she’d noticed his entire back was tattooed as well, but he’d turned around too fast for her to take it in. Lila would love to explore them further, find out what each one symbolized, but it would have to wait. As her eyes continued their journey she took in his abs, which could have been crafted by a sculptor. Every inch of him was hard, toned and masculine, and for the time being, hers to enjoy.
Her eyes locked on his hand as he moved to the zipper of his pants. He tortured her, lowering the zipper one tooth at a time until he had enough room to slide his pants and boxers to the floor.
Captivated, Lila watched his impressive cock spring from its confines. It rose proudly from his body as though seeking her out. More cream eased from her body at the thought of how good it would feel when he finally pressed inside her. Lila was so wet she was grateful for the shower; otherwise, she would have been embarrassed by her body’s blatant expression of need.
She held her breath as Striker joined her in the shower. He didn’t waste any time getting his hands on her body. The feel of them, work-roughened and firm, as they glided over flesh made Lila tremble. She wrapped her smaller fingers around his biceps, or at least as far around as she could grasp, needing something solid to hold on to. Lila felt the hard length of his erection trapped against her stomach, and she pulled him even closer.
Striker slid his hands around to close over her breasts. Her nipples pressed into his palms and she groaned. The sensation was wonderful, but she needed more, needed something greater to ease the burning need. He nudged her until her back made contact with the tile wall. The contrast between the warm hands and water on her, and the cool tile hitting back made her jump.
“Easy, baby,” he whispered as he bent his head so his mouth lingered an inch from hers. “Tell me what you need. You want my mouth on these pretty tits?”
“Please, Striker.” Her voice was thick with longing.
“Please what, Lila? Tell me what you want, say the words, baby. I’ll give you everything you ask for.” As he spoke he continued to caress and squeeze her breasts. It felt amazing, but he was right, she needed his mouth.
She’d never participated in any kind of dirty talk, never asked a man for what she wanted, but she found herself excited by the concept. “I want your mouth on me Striker.”
“Where? Here?” he asked as he nipped at her ear.
“No, well yes, I like that but, I need your mouth on my nipples.” It became difficult to keep her eyes open, so she let the lids drift closed.
Half his mouth quirked up in a grin. “Sounds like a good place to start. Then maybe I’ll move on down to your soft belly.” His fingers moved to the area he spoke of and shivers raced across her skin. “Then finally I’ll get a taste of your pussy. I’ve been dreaming about tasting you for weeks, Lila.”
“Oh, God.” Dirty talk did it for her, as it turned out, and she was grateful for the wall supporting her back.
She hadn’t opened her eyes yet so she couldn’t see what was coming, wasn’t prepared when his mouth latched onto her nipple and he sucked her with strong pulls.
“Striker,” she cried loudly. Her fingers dove into his hair to hold him to her.
As he licked a path to the other breast, his fingers replaced his mouth so neither was neglected. Lila’s back arched and her body strained toward him; she couldn’t get close enough.
Each tug of his fiery mouth and pluck of his fingers sent a lightning shot of pleasure from her nipples to her clit. His mouth journeyed down her body and she moaned, letting her head fall back against the wall. Her fists clenched in his hair and tugged at the strands, and he let out a low groan, telling her he enjoyed her rough treatment of him.
She felt him kiss, nip, and lick a path down her stomach, and pleasure overwhelmed all her senses. Her breasts still tingled from his attention, her stomach quivered with each bite and suck, her pussy clenched in anticipation of what she knew was to come, while warm water flowed over her whole body. It was almost too much. Her brain couldn’t keep up with the onslaught of sensation well enough to process everything.
“Striker,” she pleaded. “It’s—”
“Shhh, I know baby,” he answered as though he could read her mind, sense her churning emotions. “Turn that smart brain off, and just feel what I’m doing to you. I promise you’ll love it all.”
She managed to huff out a laugh at the understatement. “I already do.”
He sunk to his knees once again, and wrapped a hand around one of her thighs. “Lift for me beautiful.”
She did as he asked. He spread her wide and hooked her thigh over his shoulder. Fingers splayed, her hands hit the shower wall in an attempt to stay grounded. She stared down at him in awe of the erotic scene she was a part of. Her leg was draped over him and his hand was on the wall, which afforded her an excellent view of the muscles in his shoulder at work. With his head slightly bent, he stared at her center, and she had a perfect snapshot of his back and ass. She couldn’t wait until it was her turn to explore his hard body.
“You are so fucking sexy, Lila.”
He leaned forward and ran his tongue along her slit. A shock of pleasure tore through her system. His tongue continued upward to circle her clit. She moaned and thrust her pelvis toward his face. His hands moved to her hips, steadying her as his tongue flicked her clit over and over. Somehow he managed to hold her still and keep her leg over his shoulder.
She felt one hand leave her hip and seconds later he drove a finger up into her, curling it forward to hit the spot designed to drive her crazy. Lila locked her knee praying s
he wouldn’t collapse before he was finished. Nothing in her limited experience prepared her for this assault on her senses. Again and again, he tongued her clit, and rubbed his finger inside of her until she thought she’d die from the sensations. Unable to keep quiet, her moans and whimpers filled the shower stall, and her hips pumped, riding his finger.
Striker was relentless in his goal of giving her the ultimate pleasure, and when his lips surrounded her clit and sucked she went over the edge into the strongest orgasm of her life. Her body shook and she cried out at the rush of feelings that overtook her.
Striker stayed with her, his finger gentling as his mouth placed soft kisses on her inner thighs until she came down from the high. “Thank you,” she whispered, choked up. The physical she could handle, almost, but the emotion slayed her. She probably sounded like an idiot, but she wanted him to know how much that meant to her.
“Believe me baby, it was my pleasure.” He gave her a genuine smile as he rose to his feet and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. Lila tasted herself when his mouth met hers. A first for her, and it made the moment seem even more intimate.
“Speaking of,” she said, reaching for him.
He stilled her hands with his own and snatched up a bottle of body wash. “We came in here for a reason.”
“But—”
“Lila, it’s early, we have all night to make each other scream. Let’s wash up then I want you to sleep for a while.”
She took the soap from him, and rose up on her toes to kiss him thoroughly. They enjoyed the rest of the shower caressing each other as they washed, kissed, and explored. When they were both cleaner than they had ever been, Striker turned off the cooling water, and led Lila out of the shower. He dried them both then steered her toward the bed.
“Climb in babe,” he instructed after he threw back the comforter.
Now that the high of her orgasm had faded, she felt self-conscious with her nudity. “I’m going to run to my room and grab a shirt.”
Striker gave her a grin as he shook his head. “I don’t think so.”
“What?” she squeaked.
He strode over to where she was standing awkwardly, unsure what to do with her arms so they hung at her sides. When he was close enough to touch her, he dipped his head without warning and sucked a nipple into his mouth.
“Oh,” she cried out. The renewed flare of desire was instant.
“Today was intense and terrifying for you. You need to catch a few hours of sleep, and I want to feel your whole body against mine while you rest, no clothes between us. It will reassure me that you’re okay. Then, when I can’t stand it anymore, I’ll wake you up so I can slide into you and give us what we’re both dying for.”
Lila gave him a shaky smile, and climbed into the bed. Striker joined her and rolled her so her back was spooned against his front. She fell asleep in seconds, wrapped in Striker’s protective embrace, relaxed for the first time all day.
Chapter Fifteen
Striker woke a few hours later still curled around Lila’s sleeping form. The even rise and fall of her chest against his torso was reassuring, and he was glad she’d been able to sleep.
The moment he registered the feel of her bottom snuggled against his cock, he hardened in a rush. He slid one palm over her silky smooth thigh and he savored the feel of her in his arms. Something was happening here, something beyond sex, and he felt powerless to stop it. More than his fair share of women had rotated through his bed, being VP of the MC attracted them in droves. He always assumed he would have an ol’ lady someday, and in so many ways Lila seemed his perfect match. Unfortunately, any relationship between them was doomed to fail. She was far too good for him, and at some point he would have to find the strength to end it.
Striker pressed his lips to Lila’s neck, and kissed his way across her jaw while his hand snuck around the front and he slipped a finger into her core. As he let his fingers and mouth play, he felt her grow soft and wet.
“Mmmm.” She moaned. “I could get used to this wake up call.”
“That’s the plan, babe. Are you on the pill?” He asked, his mouth against her ear.
Her body convulsed when his lips brushed her ear as he spoke, and she nodded.
“I always use a condom, and I got tested last week. I’m clean. Can I take you bare?” He dipped his tongue into her ear swirling it around.
“You got tested?” The last word came out as a moan.
“We’ve been dancing around each other for a while, Lila. This was bound to happen, and you’re a doctor. I figured you wouldn’t let me near you without proof I was clean. You want to see the paper?”
“Thank you, Striker. And no. I don’t need to see the paper. I trust you.”
He trapped her ear lobe between his teeth and gave a tug. “So is that a yes to bareback?” Goosebumps erupted along Lila’s neck, and Striker ran his tongue across the ridges.
“Yes. No condom, and please hurry.”
“Fuck, you’re going to feel incredible.”
While they talked, he lightly rimmed her entrance with one finger. Teasing her, feeling her rear squirm against his length was a form of self-torture. When, with a feminine sound of need, Lila reached back, and clenched his ass to anchor him to her as she ground her backside against him, the teasing wasn’t enough anymore. He couldn’t wait any longer; his body was screaming for her. To possess her. Own her.
Striker flipped her over, and settled between her thighs. One elbow rested on each side of her head while he fused his mouth to hers. Her arms came around him, and her velvety hands stroked the taut muscles of his back. “I need you now, baby, you ready for me?” he asked between biting kisses.
“God, yes. I’m beyond ready for you.”
“I can’t go slow. I can’t be easy right now. I’m too close to the edge. Can you handle me, Lila?” he asked through gritted teeth as he tensed with the effort to hold back. He didn’t want to attack her like an animal.
She reached between them, closed her soft hand around his cock, and gave him a firm squeeze. His breath hissed out as she pumped him once, twice, then swiped her thumb over the sensitive head. “I don’t want slow. I don’t want easy, Striker. I want hard, and I want fast.” She positioned him at her opening.
Her words were the catalyst he needed. With one fierce stroke, he slammed into her, and a smile lit his face as she to arched up and cried out in pleasure. Despite Lila’s bold talk, he knew it had been a while for her, and the last thing he wanted was to hurt her.
Shit! She was so hot and tight around him he thought he might come just from holding still inside her. He fought the urge to move, and peered down at her. Christ, she was beautiful. Skin flushed, neck arched, she squirmed slightly to adjust to his thick penetration.
“Don’t hold back. Fuck me, Striker,” she cried.
The last thread of his control broke. He found both of her hands, and flung them roughly over her head, linking their fingers as he pressed them to the mattress. He drew out, and groaned as her body clenched as though trying to pull him back in. With a feral cry, he hammered into her. There wasn’t any finesse as he thrust fiercely, over and over. Lila wrapped her legs around his waist and met him stroke for stroke.
“Christ, Lila, what are you doing to me?”
“I don’t know.” She panted. “But you do the same thing to me. Oh, God, Striker, It’s never been like this.”
Her uninhibited admission fueled him even further, and, if possible, his hips moved faster, harder.
He’d never been with a woman whose body and mind pleasured him in equal measure. Emotions he hadn’t felt in over a decade made him feel vulnerable while also enhancing the pleasure.
Lila felt like heaven around him, hotter than the desert sun, and so tight it was an effort to pump in and out of her despite how wet desire made her. Striker always used a condom, and the silken warmth of her pussy gripping him made his eyes roll back in his head. She had better stay on that damn pill forever. Now that he’d had
a taste of perfection, he would never tolerate a barrier between them.
The walls of her channel fluttered around him, and he knew she was close. Lila seemed mindless with pleasure. Whimpers escaped her with each thrust, and she clawed at his back as though she was trying to climb inside him. Their mouths ate at each other until suddenly she pulled away and emitted a loud shout of release. Her slim body shook under him, squeezing his cock, and sent him over the edge with her. He shuddered as waves of pleasure assaulted him. With one final kiss, he collapsed on top of her.
“I’ll move in a minute,” he whispered, around his heaving breath.
“You don’t need to,” she answered as she stroked her hands up and down his back.
After a few minutes, Striker lifted his head and looked in her eyes. He found them slumberous and contented. “Never been that good, baby.” He rolled over, and slid out of her. Not finished enjoying the feel of her, he tucked her into the curve of his body. After he drew the blankets up to cocoon them, he wrapped his arms around her midsection. “Sleep, Lila.”
Chapter Sixteen
Lila woke to the morning sun streaming through the windows. She felt fantastic, last night was one of the best of her life. They had slept for a few hours after the first round of earth shattering sex. Striker had woken her again in the night to have her a second time. At some point, they stumbled to the kitchen for some cold pizza before falling back into bed. He’d proven to be a demanding lover, who definitely liked to be in control, and she found she loved it. Who knew badass alpha bikers were her type?
Striker’s heavy arm lay across her stomach, trapping her to his side. One of his legs was wedged between hers and there was something resembling a pipe prodding at her back. “I see I’m not the only one who’s up.”
Striker barked out a laugh and nipped at her shoulder. “Sassy,” he said. “And while I’d give anything to sink back into you, we slept in, and I have to be at the clubhouse for church soon.”
