by Nicole Snow
“Then...what? You're sitting here, asking me for a favor...aren't you?” I asked, flicking my tongue nervously over my lips.
The tiny spark in his cool grey eyes looked hungrier than ever. His voice growled every word, edgier than when he was just mad or frustrated. This was on a new level, more than Dusty the tease, or the Deadly Pistols President.
No, he'd cut himself open, spilling out his heart.
“Yeah, darlin', I'm asking for honesty. Something I should've done that night I picked you up in Atlanta, and we shared that beat up little bed. Took me all fuckin' night to get to sleep with my cock straining in my pants. Had to lay on my own hands, just so they wouldn't drag you into me, take those tits in my palms, and start ripping away everything you wore to bed. Practically had to knock my ass out so I didn't stick my dick where it really belongs. Favor? Fuck that. I'm asking for what we've both been too scared to admit for too long.”
“Dusty...” I said his name softly, completely locked in his gaze. “Why didn't you tell me before? I didn't know you felt so strongly about –“
He never gave me a chance to finish. Strong, angry hands jerked me onto his lap, moving through my hair, exploring me like we'd only started yesterday.
I didn't think his lips could taste sweeter and burn with more lightning than the night before. But I hadn't kissed him when he'd lost his mind until now.
Dusty gave me everything. Held absolutely nothing back.
His lust, his need, his rage and confusion at everything he knew blowing out of control – they were there in every movement. His lips crashed over mine again and again, before he sucked my bottom lip, binding it to him with his teeth.
And I gave back.
I kissed him with my horror, my fear, my ache for everything he offered that went way past his lips. My teeth dug into his lips too, scratching my chin on his rough stubble. I let everything we'd suppressed for too fucking long possess me.
Push. Pull.
Teeth. Tongue.
Lips. Flesh. Sex.
His kisses came faster, harder. His cock ballooned beneath me, making me moan into his mouth. My hips rocked instinctively into his hard-on, seeing how long I could tease him before he threw me to the floor, tore off my skirt, and bent me over.
We didn't need to slow anything down. My virgin insecurities shattered, swept away in the blinding chaos of his kiss, his hand moving between my legs.
His fingers moved down, igniting about a thousand nerves along the way. He moved them straight up between my thighs, grunting while he pulled them apart, shoving my panties aside with his fingers.
“So fuckin' wet for me...so fuckin' sweet...I'm going to make you sit on my face, darlin'. Then I'm going to lick you into a damned coma.” Dust rubbed his fingers up and down my slick folds, giving me a fraction of everything he'd just promised.
Holy shit. I never said anything, and he didn't need me to.
My world shifted. I was in his arms a second later, thrown across his shoulder like a woman ready to be carried off and defiled.
God, I wanted to be.
He was right about one thing – this crazy, stupid dance between us had gone on for far too long.
He never asked where the bedroom was. He just took me upstairs, slowly carrying me, bringing the same stiff fingers he'd used in my pussy a few seconds ago to his mouth.
Tasting me because he couldn't even wait. There was no hiding the fact that I'd be devoured, and no, I couldn't wait.
Upstairs, he threw me down on the bed, crashing on top of me, pinning both my hands with one of his. The other, he placed on my breast, teasing me more as we kissed, losing ourselves in the slow boiling bliss.
“Stand up, woman,” he ordered, pulling me up when he'd had enough from my lips.
I complied, my knees shaking as I did. His arms wrapped around me, drawing me in closer, his hands going down my back until they landed on my ass. He took my cheeks in his hand and squeezed, growling his desire.
“Fuck, you feel good, inside and out.”
“You've barely tried the inside part yet,” I said, wondering if I'd wind up getting spanked on top of everything else. Maybe I secretly wanted it.
“Believe me, darlin', I'm way past ready to own every fuckin' inch of you.” Those words were his last before he started tearing at my clothes.
And I meant destroying them. If it wasn't for the huge wardrobe I'd accumulated since my intern days in Seattle, I might've been pissed. But anger wasn't anywhere on the agenda, not when Dusty's freaking hands ripped through my skirt and shredded my blouse, sending stray buttons everywhere.
I stepped out of the mess, almost naked before him. He kissed down my shoulder, taking me in his arms again, his fingers gliding toward my waistband. One jerk of his hands sent my panties halfway down my legs, and my bra came with it, the strap breaking with a loud snap from his savage pull.
“Don't be scared, darlin'. I want you so fuckin' bad it hurts, but I'm gonna make you feel better than any man ever has.”
“Any man?” I whispered.
Yeah. About that virgin thing...
Approaching that subject with the huge, overbearing biker I'd crushed on since forever didn't seem like a realistic possibility.
But Dusty stopped, pushing my hair over my ear, tilting my face until we looked at each other. “What the fuck you mean, beautiful? You must've done this a thousand times before, same as me.”
I shook my head. Could a woman faint from too much blood going straight to her cheeks?
“Bull. Fuckin'. Shit,” he growled, fisting my hair slowly, his gaze on me tightening. “We can fuck in the open, Hannah. You don't have to put me on. I ain't standing here and believing you're a damned...”
His eyes widened and his lips twitched. Two distinct, awe struck signs he couldn't believe what he wanted to say.
“Virgin?” I said, somehow finding my ability to speak. “Yes, Dusty. I am.”
His fist in my hair tightened. Pulling, stretching, tangling everything around his fingers until it burned in the roots. He studied me closely, searching for any sign I'd lied to his face.
“Fuck, it's true, ain't it?” he growled, shaking his head, closing his crazed grey eyes for a lengthy second. “You're sure you wanna give this up to me, darlin'? Whatever the hell happens between us after tonight, you'll remember this forever, being your first.”
“Yes,” I whispered harshly, pushing my fingertips into his wild, inked chest. His muscles flexed beneath his shirt, calling for my nails, urging me to mark him the same way he'd surely do to me. “I want you. You're the first man in a long time I've even thought about going to bed with. Take me. Fuck me. Anything and everything you want, just for tonight. And after that...we'll see.”
His eyes narrowed, and he brought his lips to mine in a slower, fierier kiss. “I'm the luckiest motherfucker in the world to hear you say that, darlin'. Not just because you've got a special way of making my dick throb like mad. Couldn't walk away from this if I tried.”
Pausing, he buried me in another kiss, his hand edging down my naked body. His fingers plunged down, stopped at my inner thigh, and then worked their way up. He cupped my pussy rough, and squeezed, pressing his thumb into my clit.
Moaning wasn't optional. It came pouring out, a breathless sizzle, like he was the only man in the world who knew where to find the switch that turned me on and took me away from hell.
“Fuck, I need you, baby girl. Need to suck you. Need to fuck you. Need to bury this dick to the hilt, every fuckin' inch, and shoot everything I've got into you 'til I'm empty and screaming for more.”
“Dusty, yes!” I whispered, squirming against his hand again.
Wait, not squirming.
Flat out fucking his fingers, my hips grinding into him, begging for the sweet release only he could give me just then.
Dusty didn't wait. He picked me up, slammed us both on the bed, shifting positions until I straddled his massive body. Those steel colored gems in his head locked o
nto my eyes, hotter than twin suns.
I wriggled self-consciously, that space between my legs almost on his face. So vulnerable, so horny, and so fucking wet for anything he offered.
“Keep still. If I gotta force your legs apart when I go to town, don't you doubt for a fuckin' second I will, darlin'.”
There wasn't any doubting his promise. Dust's fingers sank into my thighs, holding me open, his eyes never leaving mine as he moved his face into me.
One lick. One beautiful, searing, suffocating stroke of his tongue.
My pussy tingled. My brain spun in an endless loop of desire, caving in on itself, surrendering to the promise that I'd be coming on his rugged face.
His first licks were slow, teasing me when I wish he'd bring it home. He knew what he was doing, though, and the warm up paid off about a minute later.
The fireball in my belly was going to explode, ripping me in two.
Lust conquered my veins one lick at a time, electrifying my blood, a raging wave that touched every part of me.
Dusty growled between my legs, licking harder, tongue-fucking me a little deeper each time. Then his focus moved to my clit. I started to shake, screaming as he brought me over the edge.
“Dusty, Dusty...oh, fuck. Yes!” I cried out, wrapping my hands around his head, every muscle in my legs quaking as my orgasm burst free.
Coming!
I pinched my eyes shut, letting them roll in the mad white ecstasy he'd thrown me into. When my legs strained, trying to flutter shut, he growled louder, held my seizing muscles in his hands.
This greedy, wonderful bastard was determined to milk every last ounce of pleasure from me.
And I gave it to him, I gave it all, coming harder than I ever had.
“Don't ever stop screaming my name,” he said, after I'd finally stopped coming. “I want to hear it on your lips every time we're fuckin', darlin'. Tell the whole world who's making your pussy cream. You tell 'em, babe, and never, ever ever stop.”
He lifted himself up, pressing his forehead to mine. Those stony grey eyes I'd lost my panties for bored into mine, offering a thousand more possibilities he wanted to do to me tonight.
Hell, maybe several nights. More nights than I ever imagined, if I kept my shield down, and gave up what was his whenever he wanted.
Growling, Dusty took me by the throat, his gentle fingers pressing into my neckline. “A virgin...an honest to God fuckin' virgin...you're like an empty canvass, Hannah. And I'm gonna paint it beautiful. Gonna give it to you slow and hard, make you explode and see stars. All the sweet colors a woman ought to learn.”
I nodded, my skin moving softly against his grip. Slowly, I eased my legs open again, unable to stop my hips from rocking gently back and forth.
This want went full primal. He drew in a deep breath, smelling the sex and pheromones swirling around the room. He stood up, lifting off the end of the bed, and began pulling off his clothes.
I watched in stunned silence.
First, his cut, then the t-shirt underneath stamped with the Deadly Pistols logo, rolling over his head. The fearsome ink underneath on his big, bare chest put the shirt to shame, works of art I'd admired before when he'd been shirtless, but hadn't had the audacity to touch until tonight.
I sat up, placing one hand against his chest while he worked his belt, letting my fingers freely trace his rock hard edges and ripples for the first time.
His abs were all muscle, but they'd been carved rough. Not in some gym like most men chasing the Hercules physique, but by a hard life of work, danger, and yes, sex.
Every powerful square inch of flesh attached to his bones was made riding, running, fucking, fighting, maybe even killing.
Dusty's belt dropped to the floor as he opened his fly, pushing his jeans down to the lonely boots at his feet. I'd never seen beneath his boxers before, but I'd felt the insane cock bulging there many times.
Licking my lips, I pushed my hand to the magnificent bulge throbbing between his legs, only concealed by a thin layer of fabric. I looked up, and his eyes met mine, brighter than ever before.
“Need to see my cock in your sassy little mouth, darlin',” he growled, running one hand through my hair. “Take it out. Stroke it. Suck it. Show me everything you've wanted to do to a man since you were old enough to wonder.”
His open invitation caused me to stiffen, close my eyes for a split second, and let the shudder of excitement run through me. Sweet fuck.
My fingers tightened, molding to the huge, angry shape underneath his boxers. I put my other hand against his waistband, and slowly began to pull.
I barely moved his boxers several inches down his thighs before his full, raging hardness sprang out, hot and alive in my hand. I'd seen my share of dicks online, and this one was huge. Not just long, perfect for stroking deep, but thick.
He must've been half as wide as my fist, a crude reality that painted my cheeks red before I started trying to rolling my hand down his wild, tempting length. Dust growled, pushing his boxers down further, closing his fingers around mine.
“Just like that, babe. Stroke it hard. Get rough. Put your fuckin' tongue against my balls.” His orders made me hot, wet, and everything in between.
I had to focus. Fighting the lust storm in my blood, I looked at him one last time before I stroked down to his base, and moved my lips down to kiss his most sacred part.
Starting low, I worked my way up, allowing him to take away his hand while I dragged my mouth up his cock, starting with his balls. He tasted like earth and masculinity distilled, his scent filling my lungs. I breathed pure Dusty, the gorgeous bastard who'd officially driven me out of my mind.
When I reached the crown of his cock, I pulled my lips apart, dragging my tongue around the edges.
“Fuck! Yeah, yeah, yeah, baby girl, just like that. Be creative.” He stiffened, and his whole body rumbled from the thrill.
When I moved my lips over his swollen, pulsing head, that tremble in his throat became constant thunder. He went full animal, pushing his hand gently behind my head, slowly guiding my movements. Somehow, he kept his composure, his control, held back on the need I knew he had to ram my face down on his cock in quicker, angrier waves.
And I'd changed, too. One taste of that hot, sticky, pearly liquid flowing across my tongue from his tip, and the craving I'd had before became ten times stronger.
I wanted to make him lose it. Wanted to push him over the edge like he'd done to me, gliding my hungry, plump lips up and down in a frenzy, until he shuddered, shattered, and erupted.
I had to taste his come. Needed it to come out in a rush, thick and fiery, flooding my mouth and spilling out all over me.
It couldn't get crazier than this.
There I was at the edge of the bed, sucking off my big brother's boss and his best friend, moving my free hand between my legs. When Dusty looked out from his bliss and saw me playing with my clit while I took him in my mouth, his eyes went wide.
“Fuck me senseless. You're that insatiable, darlin'?”
He had no idea. I tried not to smile, pushing my face down harder, making him forget all about anything I was doing except trying to suck every last drop from his balls.
“Shit!” Dust stiffened again, his hand in my hair pulling tighter on my locks. “I'm gonna fuck you like I never fucked any pussy after this. Gonna bend you over, beautiful. Slap your sweet ass raw, beat my balls against your greedy little clit 'til your cunt drains every drop. Fuck you like you've been craving for years, Hannah.”
Yes, yes, yes, and please. My hand moved faster, and I moaned on his cock, moving my lips faster.
His dirty words were driving us both over the edge. I hadn't even given up my cherry yet, and it scared me to think about how good it might feel when this cock left my mouth and found its way between my legs.
“Goddamn, you're a natural,” he growled, putting his other hand against my shoulder, pushing his fingers deep into my skin. “Don't fuckin' stop, Hannah. Not for anything.
”
Anything, huh? That was what I'd give him with my mouth, my breasts, my aching, creaming, virgin pussy, about to go into convulsions as I fucked my fingers again.
He was going over the cliff, and I'd surely follow. Both of us blown over, just as soon as he let go, and –
“Good goddamn, woman, here we fuckin' go! Coming.”
His cock swelled to nearly twice its size. I tried to focus, prepare myself for the hot, seething flood about to pour into me, but it all went to pieces when that fire I'd been kindling between my legs exploded.
We came together.
Loud. Grunting. Moaning. Messy.
Somehow, I kept bobbing my lips up and down his cock, driving my tongue into that little spot below his cock's crown that made him jerk and thrash like a bull in rut. He filled me, shooting his essence into my mouth.
It was hot, salty, and so divine I came unraveled again and again. My pussy burned against my fingers, each twitch deep inside me turning my blood to lava.
Dusty's come spilled out, streaming down both sides of my lips, then flowing lower. When the frenzy finally ended and I took him out of my mouth, I was wearing a warm, sexual necklace above my breasts that threatened to get me wet all over again.
“Down,” he growled, taking me by the shoulders and pinning me to the bed. “I ain't done yet. You're a lucky woman.”
“Why's that?” I asked softly, smiling when his stubble grazed my cheek. “Seems to me you're the lucky one, Dusty, coming like a bandit all over me.”
“Yeah, and you're fuckin' beautiful, wearing my seed. 'Bout half as pretty as you'll look when I've pumped my load inside you, and watched it pour out that greedy little pussy.” He paused, running two fingers against my folds, still slick and ready for him. “You really wanna know? You're lucky because I don't even need a minute's rest to fuck you into outer space. You've got me hard as a goddamned rock after comin' in your sweet little mouth, darlin', and that's really somethin'.”
