“I can warm you up, though.” My dick was as hard as a rock. I took Iris by the waist. “Wrap your legs around me, baby.” As soon as she did my dick found her opening and slid right into her as if it were the most natural thing. We both moaned, and with a little thrust I was buried to the root.
“God, what you make me feel,” she said huskily, running her open mouth along the side of my neck. “I’ve never been so full.”
It felt fucking good, and hearing Iris’s words added to the heat in my blood. I could come without half trying, but I wouldn’t deny her her pleasure first. Only a selfish prick would leave his woman unfulfilled in order to seek out his own release. I just held myself seated inside her, while my dick was being squeezed by soft, pulsing wetness. Iris continued to run her mouth over me, whatever was above water, while the sting of her nails revealed that she was losing control.
“Feel what you’re doing to me, baby. I don’t even have to move my dick and your body is milking it. You want me to put some cum in your tight pussy?” I growled.
“Yes!” she hissed, sucking the skin beneath my ear. I could feel the heat of blood rise to the surface where her mouth was, and knew that she was going to leave a mark. She clenched her thighs. “Fuck me, Vince.”
Oh, I intended to. I started to move, pulling out slowly to the tip before slamming back inside. I grunted because nothing had ever felt so fucking good. “Jesus, you’re tight.” I fucked her like that for a few minutes, just losing myself in her heat, the feel of her flesh sheathing my dick in its velvety grip, the feel of her rock-hard nipples raking my chest. Her hands moved into my hair, her mouth kissed and nibbled my shoulders, neck, and jaw.
When I felt my orgasm racing through my blood, threatening to end things too soon, I pulled out and willed the feeling down, clenching my teeth.
“Vince!” Iris protested.
“I was about ready to come.” I lifted her and took a nipple into my mouth. She wrapped her arms around my head, rubbing both tits in my face. I groaned and opened my mouth so I could get as much of her sweet flesh into my mouth as possible. I nibbled and suckled her, but it wasn’t enough to satisfy my hunger. I lifted her higher up my body. “Sit on my shoulders darlin’ and give me your sweet cunt.”
“Oh!” she cried out, tangling her hands in my hair to hold on as she draped her legs down my back.
That put her pussy directly in line with my mouth. I growled with approval, clenching my hands into her ass and pulling her to me. I went in aggressively, covering her mound with my whole mouth and spearing my tongue into her depths as far as I could. The taste of her cream nearly made me lose control. The cold water did nothing to dim the strength of my arousal, and my dick throbbed every time I thrust my tongue into her. My nose beat against her swollen clit.
“Oh, God, Vince!” Iris cried out, rocking her hips against my plunging tongue. “I’m going to come!”
I put my mouth over her clit and sucked hard until she did. She cried out, and the changes in her body told me that she was climaxing. She grew taut, and then she was convulsing wildly. When I was certain she was past the point of no return, I went back to tonguing her. I wanted to feel her cum on my tongue. I groaned loudly when the sweet warmth flooded my mouth. I kept my mouth locked on her and tongued her through her orgasm.
“No more! No more!” She panted loudly, twitching uncontrollably against my mouth.
“Come down and let me fuck you properly.” I lowered her, kissing her flesh along the way, feeling her quiver beneath my lips. “Taste yourself, baby.” I didn’t give her a choice. I kissed her roughly. She welcomed my tongue into her mouth eagerly, and my dick back into her pussy.
I was done playing. The need churning in my balls demanded that I get relief. I fucked Iris fast and hard, relishing in the smooth, silky heat of her body as it swallowed my dick and loved it appropriately. “Aaagggghhh!” I growled when I came, feeling instant relief at the first ejaculation that allowed the rigidity to leave my body.
Jesus! The woman was going to kill me.
Chapter 8
Iris
Ohmygod! Ohmygod! The man was going to kill me! But what a way to go. I clung to Vince weakly, panting as if I’d just run a twenty-mile marathon, my entire body immersed in a spine tingling, earth shattering feeling. Each time with him was more intense than the last. It made me wonder where he’d honed his skills, because he definitely knew what a woman liked. For some reason I didn’t want to think about that.
Right then it was all I could do to stay above water and breathe. Gradually our heart beats slowed and we relaxed against each other. Vince’s cock slipped out and I grinned as we both moaned weakly.
“I don’t think I can make it to shore,” I smiled against his neck. It was the truth. “I’m numb from the waist down.”
His chuckle vibrated against me. “Has it been that long since you’ve been fucked good, or is that a compliment?”
I pulled back to meet his eyes. “Both.” His quiet scrutiny made me grow warm. “I don’t usually have sex with men I just met, Vince. I don’t sleep around.”
“Never thought you did darlin’.”
I wasn’t sure why I’d told him that. It was the truth, but I guess I’d wanted him to know that I wasn’t easy and that it was different with him, that I’d felt something from the start. Yes, it had been sexual attraction, but I’d felt that before with other men and hadn’t fallen into their arms. I thought about the last time I’d been with a man. Maybe it had been too long and my libido had taken control. I waited for him to make a similar confession. I wanted to ask him, but didn’t want to seem like a clingy, controlling woman.
Besides, I didn’t have that right. Just because we’d had sex a few times didn’t mean anything, especially for a man. Yeah, that was stereotyping, but the few men that I’d been with had proven that point to me by cheating on me.
The fact that we were staring at each other made the situation uncomfortable, and I made to push away to swim to shore, but Vince tightened his hold on me. I looked at him expectantly.
“If you want to know what kind of man I am you’ll need to ask.” Wow, the man was a mind reader. “I might not answer, but if I do it will be the truth.”
Fair enough. “Okay, yes, I’m curious. Any woman would be who gives herself to a man on such short acquaintance. I mean, we’ve had unprotected sex, which I could kick myself about. I know better than that. I’m not a young girl with raging hormones I can’t control.” He laughed at that but stayed silent. “We didn’t even discuss it. Just went for it.” Hell, I wanted to go for it again already.
“Discussing it was the last thing on my mind when I got close enough to sink my dick into you, but know this, baby--I’m not in the habit of fucking women without wearing protection, if that puts your mind at ease. I left prison squeaky clean, and before that I made it a habit to get tested every four months.”
Tested every four months? I wasn’t sure that I liked that comment, or what it implied. Why would he get tested regularly? Was he a man whore? Crap! That thought hadn’t even occurred to me until now. I’d been so smitten with the man and so horny that nothing had mattered except what he was doing to me and how he was making me feel.
I was screwed.
“So, you have sex with different women on a regular basis?” I cringed once I heard the words leave my mouth.
Vince seemed to think it over before saying, “I like sex, darlin’ so I guess you could say that.”
He guessed? I was starting to get angry. God, please don’t let him turn out to be a jerk like all the others.
“Look, I knew the second I looked into those pretty brown eyes that I wanted you. Don’t ask me why, but something clicked. Maybe because you’re so different from the women I’m usually attracted to.”
I wasn’t sure how to take that. “Different how?” I shivered. We’d been standing still for a long time and the cold water was beginning to make me cold inside. That and what I sensed was coming.
> “I know Dickie was adamant about protecting you and Penny from the club, but do you know anything about MC’s?”
“Not much,” I confessed. “Other than that show on TV. I’ve caught a couple of episodes.”
He grimaced. “Yeah, not a good example.” He turned toward the shore, taking me with him. “Let’s get out of this cold water.”
As soon as we reached the blanket I got dressed as fast as I could, avoiding Vince’s eyes. I sensed his gaze on me but ignored it, beginning to feel like a world-class fool. I couldn’t believe that I’d fallen into that trap again.
“Iris.”
I couldn’t look at Vince because my emotions were too close to the surface, and I was afraid he’d see. “Yeah?” I was on my knees, pretending to look for something in the basket.
“Iris?”
The pie! I pulled it out and set it on the ground in front of me, and then reached for a knife. “Almost forgot that we have apple pie for dessert.”
“Iris. Look at me.” The tone of his voice said he wouldn’t let up, so with a big sigh I sat back on my butt and reluctantly raised my eyes. “What are you thinking?”
Really? I thought about it for a second, before deciding to be honest with him. “I guess I’m feeling like an idiot right now.” His brows came together in a frown. “I thought--” What, that maybe he was different? “I don’t know what I thought.” I camouflaged my feelings with a fake smile. “Would you like a piece?”
He ignored the pie, holding my gaze. “Explain,” he said simply.
I slowly shook my head. “I don’t want to make this complicated.”
“Then don’t. Don’t over think it.”
“You don’t understand, Vince. I’ve been hurt−” I cut myself off. I wasn’t only making it more complicated, I was acting on the assumption that there was more between us than sex. I was a fool! We were strangers who were attracted to each other and had acted on it. Big deal. A lot of people did that kind of thing. The question was, could I continue to have sex with a man who might, and probably would, continue to fuck other women? My heart said no, but my body screamed yes.
I shrugged, deciding to keep it simple and not over think it as he’d suggested. “I’ve enjoyed our picnic,” I said instead. As I went to cut the pie Vince reached forward and put his finger beneath my chin, forcing my eyes to his again. I swallowed hard, keeping that stupid smile on my face.
He could only hurt me if I let him.
“Let’s get something straight, darlin’--the women I’m used to are loose and pussy free. They hang out at the club for just that reason. They like fucking. There might be the occasional one who sets her sights on one of the guys, but most of them know the score. I haven’t been in a relationship in years. Fuck, I can’t even remember the last time. But when I’m with a woman, I’m with her.” He hesitated, making sure that his words sank in. “You understand?”
In spite of my reservations I nodded. “Yeah.” I wanted to think that I understood what Vince was saying. I wanted to believe that he meant that he wouldn’t cheat on me with anyone else, and that he was not just with me for that moment. He seemed like an honorable, honest man, though. Besides, wouldn’t Dickie and Penny warn me against him if he weren’t?
I handed him a piece of pie. “Why do you think Dickie kept us away from the club? I’ve always been curious about that.”
His expression turned serious as he accepted the paper plate. “Not sure that’s my place to say.”
He was going to be difficult, I could tell. “What’s wrong with the club? What happens there?” I watched him chew his bite of pie and I knew that he was using the time to come up with an answer.
“It’s complicated darlin’.”
I shrugged. “So why don’t you uncomplicate it?” He crammed another piece of pie into his mouth, a big one. “Whatever you boys do must be lucrative, since you all seem to be building huge homes around here.”
“First, every single one of us owns our own business.” I leaned back when he suddenly leaned forward. “And second, there are no boys, only men.” He surprised me with a quick kiss.
“And loose women.”
His grin widened. “I know Penny has a computer. Why don’t you Google ‘Mad Dogs MC’ tonight? I’m sure there’s a lot of information online that will educate you about our club. Then come to me with your questions.”
My eyes widened. Why hadn’t I thought of that? “Now that’s a good idea!”
“See, I’m not just a pretty face,” Vince joked, finishing his pie.
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” I half-mumbled beneath my breath.
He laughed, obviously hearing me. “Baby, you don’t have to be afraid of me. I’d never hurt you.”
I gave him a long, hard look, not quite ready to believe him. “The last two men I got involved with said the same thing.”
His expression darkened and suddenly turned hard. “Don’t lump me in with your other men, Iris. When I say something, I mean it. Something your bottom will find out if you test me.”
What the hell? My jaw dropped in stunned shock. He hadn’t just threatened to spank me, had he? I wasn’t sure how to take him, but my traitorous body was tingling all over at the prospect. I loved spanking romances, and one of my secret fantasies was to be spanked and then fucked roughly from behind. As I continued to stare at Vince, something changed in his eyes. He tilted his head slightly, as if he were trying to figure something out, looking at me strangely. I felt heat creep into my cheeks, mortified that I was transparent.
His smirk was sexy as hell. “You into a little kink, darlin’?”
“No!” I said a little too quickly. “What we did in the lake is about as kinky as I get.” Thinking about him tonguing me off while I was sitting on his shoulders produced something warm and wet in my nether regions, reminding me of how good it had felt. I started packing up, slightly panicked. “It’s been a really nice afternoon, Vince, but I should probably get back to the house.”
I found my wrist being snatched and then I was jerked up against him. When had he moved? He was on his knees now. I gasped with surprise, and perhaps a little anticipation, at the smoldering fire in his eyes. My heartbeat fluttered in my throat. “What?” I whispered against his lips, because we were that close.
“Test me, baby. Please,” he groaned.
We locked eyes for what seemed a long time. I didn’t know what he wanted. His eagerness frightened me a little. His breath hitched, and I knew that the thought of spanking me turned him on. I was tempted, really tempted, to test him as he’d requested. But something wicked inside me decided to make him suffer a little, to prolong what we both knew was inevitable now that it was on the table.
I broke our silent standoff by laughing huskily and shoving him in the chest. My intention was to knock Vince away from me and backwards, but the next thing I knew he was falling back and dragging me down with him. I ended up splayed out on top of him. He pulled me further up his body until he could take my lips. We both moaned deeply, and sexual heat infused me when he thrust his tongue into my mouth at the same time that he thrust up, making me aware of his hard cock.
Not that I wouldn’t notice the hungry beast between his solid thighs anyway. His hands cupped my ass as he ground his cock against me.
“We just got dressed,” I said softly against his mouth.
“Don’t have to be naked to get off, darlin’,” he rasped.
“We’ve gotten off several times already,” I reminded him teasingly, moving my hips so that his rubbing was hitting my sweet spot.
I felt his smile against my lips. “Never enough,” he panted, grinding hard. His hands clenched into my bottom, turning rough.
I was beginning to understand what Vince meant. Our pelvises were lined up right where they needed to be so that my clit was getting some serious action from his hard shaft. Our breathing turned ragged as we let feeling take over, and then talking wasn’t necessary. Nothing mattered but our mutual determination of g
etting each other off. It didn’t take long before we were groaning, gasping, riding out our release and struggling to catch our breath.
As I lay exhausted and panting against Vince, I felt his hand smoothing over my hair. “I can’t remember a day when I’ve had so many orgasms.” What the hell was I saying?
“You’ve been with the wrong men, then,” he said with cocky self-assurance.
He was right. But to be fair, I’d never really cared about sex or had any expectations about what I’d get from it. I think the men, the two in question, had known that, too, and had never really worked at changing my mind. As long as they’d got off they were happy. Oh, my God, I sounded so pathetic. I had no one but myself to blame for the years of sexual dissatisfaction. I should have been more assertive and vocal in my needs.
Vince didn’t need guidance. He had experience and confidence and I knew where he got that from. I guess I should have been glad, because I was the one benefiting from it right then. A faint vibration from somewhere in his jeans drew my attention. I lifted my upper body off of his with a mild frown.
“My cell, baby.” He moved to sit up and I moved away, watching as he reached deep into his pocket for his phone. He didn’t say much, grunted several times, but his change in expression spoke volumes. Something was definitely wrong. He ended the call with a snarled, “Fuck”, and got to his feet. “Gotta go now, darlin’.”
“It’s not Dickie, is it?” I asked worriedly.
“No. That wasn’t about him.”
I felt instant relief. We quickly gathered up our things and walked back to the truck. Vince tossed everything into the bed of the truck before opening the door for me. I climbed in with the help of his hand on my butt, glancing back to see a faint smile on his face. It didn’t reach his eyes, and I got the feeling that it was forced for my benefit.
Something was definitely wrong.
“Trouble?” I questioned when he was behind the wheel.
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