Suddenly, my tongue darted out, wrapping around her left nipple. She moaned out almost instantly as I flicked it back and forth, getting it even harder. Inside of my pants, my cock was dying for freedom, but right now, all that mattered was making her feel good.
My other hand roamed down her naked belly, finding her pants. I struggled to unbutton them with one hand, but I managed, finding her soaked panties underneath. I grinned to myself before I moved to her right nipple, sucking on it, taking my time, knowing I was slowly driving her insane. Underneath, I could already feel her body withering with pleasure and the night had only just begun.
I rubbed her panties, pressing them against her already engorged clit. The sensation must have driven her wild because she was bucking her hips into the air, begging for more. “Kyle… please…”
“What is it, baby girl? Do you want me?” She answered by taking the reins. She was on top of me now, her amazing breasts hovering just above my face. Before I could wrap my lips around one of them, she yanked my pants down, freeing my cock. Her hand wrapped around it tightly, stroking up and down. I groaned in pleasure, pushing my hips into the air. Her hands were so soft and so small…
“Linda…” I growled, pulling her toward me until we were both sitting down. She was on my lap, my cock pressing against her thigh. I tore through her lace panties, pulling her pants down just enough to push myself inside of her. With one quick thrust, I was balls-deep, but man was it a tight fit. I struggled to keep my cool as her fingers dug into my arm, feeling my cock fill every inch of her.
We didn’t say a word as our bodies locked together like two puzzle pieces. I tilted my head down, licking, kissing, and sucking her tits as they bounced in my face. With my hands on her hips, I guided her up and down my throbbing cock, knowing I wouldn’t last very long. This woman was just too good to be true. Her pussy felt like it was milking me for every drop of cum I had. I had never felt anything like it.
Her moans were driving me insane and all I could do was pound her harder and harder. As I started to play with her clit, she started to scream, losing her mind in the heat of the moment. Her thighs quivered around me and I knew she was getting close.
I pushed her down onto the mattress, going for a missionary position so I could see her beautiful face as I continued to stretch her out, going as deep as I could with every thrust. My balls slapped against her ass, turning it a rosy pink. Her moans got louder and louder and I had no doubt that the rest of the gang could hear what was going on, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was how good this felt. I never wanted it to end.
Our lips gravitated together like magnets. She kissed me as if desperate for my love. I gave her just that, thrusting my tongue into her mouth and letting it dance around with hers. Her pussy seemed to get tighter and tighter and I could tell she was on the edge of climax. “Cum for me, baby…” I whispered in her ear, easing the pace, wondering how she would react.
She wrapped her legs around me, locking them tight. I knew she wouldn’t let go anytime soon. Her nails ran up and down my back, leaving angry red lines on my skin. She was turning me on more than anything else in the world, her hips gyrating against mine. “You want it, don’t you…?” I asked, kissing her neck, teasing her even further.
“So bad…” Her nails dug into my skin. “You feel so good…” She moaned, arching her back. Her toes curled. With my hands sneaking under her body, I grabbed her ass, squeezing it tight and hoisting her into the air ever so slightly for a bit more leverage. I tore into her, watching as her tits bounced. I was struggling to keep back my orgasm. It felt like my balls would explode at any second. She was just too sexy… I couldn’t help it.
Her thighs started to quiver as her pussy tightened. She screamed my name, her eyes rolling back into her head as she climaxed hard, getting her juices all over my cock. It was too much for me to handle. With one last thrust, I lost all control, pulling out just in time to explode all over her chest. Seconds later, I collapsed beside her, pulling her close. I nuzzled into her neck, kissing her ever so slightly. Damn, she was good.
Chapter 8
Linda
I woke up just as the sun was coming through the still open window. I shivered, feeling the draft and pulled the sheets tighter around me when I realized that someone else was sharing the bed with me. I instantly remembered my lustful night with Kyle and my cheeks turned crimson. It had been absolutely amazing. I still didn’t understand why I had allowed myself to end up in bed with someone that was a suspect in a murder investigation…
I glanced over to see Kyle fast asleep. He looked so peaceful with his usually sharp facial features now relaxed. I ran my fingers through his messy hair, feeling how soft it was. I knew I shouldn’t be falling for this man… but I couldn’t help it. Between my legs, my pussy still tingled with the aftermath of last night.
“Mmm.” I looked down to find Kyle looking right back at me with his smoldering brown eyes. “If only I could wake up to a sight as beautiful as this every morning…” He pulled me closer, cradling my body against his as if we were a pair of nesting dolls. “Good to see you haven’t run away from me yet. Is it safe to say you liked last night then?”
“Like, would be an understatement…” I muttered under my breath. I was too embarrassed to look into his eyes, especially since I could feel his stiff member against my thigh. “I mean… I never thought I’d experience anything quite like that.”
He chuckled, his arms tightening around me. “I bet you didn’t see this coming.”
“What?”
“That you would end up sleeping with me.”
“Honestly, no. But I also didn’t expect you to be who you are. I guess I really shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.”
“You got that right.” He kissed my neck and I felt a shiver running down my back. “C’mon, I’ll cook you some breakfast.”
“You cook too?”
“I don’t get paid enough to order out all the time. Plus, with a body like mine…” He winked at me as I watched him put his jeans back on. I bit the inside of my lip. I couldn’t believe how sexy he really was. He had a body that looked like it was chiseled out of marble. Those washboard abs… broad shoulders… sharp jawline… that intoxicating V… I felt like I couldn’t look away.
“Are you just going to sit there and stare all day, or are you going to join me?” He asked, hoisting me out of bed and pulling me into his arms. My legs wrapped around his waist almost naturally. “Someone’s still wet I see…” I blushed darkly when I realized my still bare pussy was rubbing against his midsection.
“Oh… um…” I scrambled my way back down and grabbed my panties, but they were completely torn. I frowned. What was I supposed to wear now?
“I’ll see if Liv has any she can part with. For now, just put something on.” He tossed me my pants. It felt strange wearing pants with no underwear, almost as if there was a constant breeze between my legs. At this point, it felt like my cheeks were on fire.
Kyle had already left the room when I found my bra and clipped it back on. I shuddered, remembering the moment he snapped it off. We were still on the roof. My heart had been working overtime. I was trying to push him away and still, he managed to get me into bed with him. Not that I regretted it. Last night was mind-blowing, to say the least.
Finally dressed, I walked down the stairs. I followed my nose into the kitchen, finding Kyle heating up some coconut oil on a skillet. “What are you making?” I asked.
“Just some eggs and bacon. I hope that’s okay. I would’ve made you some waffles, but my machine broke just the other day. I was going to buy a new one… but then I got arrested for a murder I didn’t commit.”
“You know, you don’t have to keep convincing me that you’re innocent.” I jumped onto the counter and sat down.
“You believe me now?”
“Maybe…” I swung my legs, a grin playing on my lips. “Do you really think I’d sleep with someone I thought was a murderer?”
His eyes sparkled at my words and he moved between my legs, his hands on my thighs, spreading them apart ever so gently. “You don’t know how much this means to me…”
“Does that mean you’re going to let me go now?”
“Do you want to go home?” He asked, his face suddenly darkening. He turned his back on me and tended to the eggs.
I didn’t know how to answer. I knew I should get home and stop this madness, but at the same time, I had grown fond of his attention. I enjoyed his company and I didn’t want to leave just yet. “Well, maybe I’m not one hundred percent convinced yet…” I giggled, drawing out my voice.
He chuckled, perfectly folding the omelet he was making in half. He dished it onto a plate and handed it to me along with a few juicy pieces of bacon.
“I’ve never had a guy cook for me before.”
“You’ve obviously never been with someone like me before. I love to cook.”
“So, you love to cook and you love to read. Are you ever going to stop surprising me?” I took a bite of my food and my taste buds were pleasantly surprise. The egg itself was exceptionally fluffy and the cheese was melted to the perfect consistency.
“Maybe you just need to stick around and find out.”
“I’d like that. If I’m going to make a solid case for either side, then I think I need to learn more about the motorcycle culture.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean. I should get to know how your guys live and function so I don’t base everything on stereotypes.”
“Does that mean you want to stick around for a while?” He asked, raising an eyebrow in my direction.
“Maybe.”
With a grin, Kyle tore through his piece of bacon and I couldn’t help but laugh. He was making a total mess.
“Well, good to know you’re not perfect. You still eat like you’re a college freshman.”
“No, I don’t.” He said through a mouthful.
“Right. That’s why you haven’t even touched your fork and knife this whole time, right?”
“Who the hell eats bacon with a fork?” Just to make a point, I picked up my bacon and popped it into my mouth with my fork.
“Ooh, someone’s a little princess, isn’t she?” He taunted me before he grabbed my fork and fed me a bit of my breakfast, being sweet about it.
“If being a princess involves you feeding me, sign me up.” I laughed, finding our time together endearing. I never thought the leader of a motorcycle club would turn out to be so charming.
I leaned across the table and kissed him, feeling flirtatious. He seemed surprised for a second before he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me into his lap. “Someone’s awfully eager this morning.”
“What can I say? You’re hard to resist.” I leaned against him. “And… to be honest. I want to learn more about you. I’m starting to have a feeling you didn’t commit the crime… but I can’t be sure until I know everything.”
“Still have your doubts, don’t you?”
“Of course, I wouldn’t be a lawyer if I didn’t turn over every rock.”
“Then why didn’t you do that from the start?”
“I wasn’t thinking. I thought you were like every other man in a motorcycle club. Now I know I was wrong.”
“So, what do you want to know?”
“Why did you join?”
“I already told you, I was going through a bit of a rough patch and the Blackbirds helped me out. The previous leader took me under his wing and treated me like his own son.”
“Didn’t you have a father before that? A family?”
“No. From what I was told, I became an orphan at the age of two. My parents were involved in a horrible shootout. I was moved from orphanage to orphanage. No one wanted me because I was the scrawny little kid who always got sick. Being bedridden so much, however, gave me a lot of time to read. That’s why I’m so interested in the classics. The stories of all those heroes inspired me. I ended up getting a scholarship to go to college, but I blew it the moment I started mixing with the wrong crowd.” He shrugged like it was no big deal.
“Don’t you ever wish you could go back?” I asked him, listening to his life story. I couldn’t believe how similar it was to my own… I was an orphan too, fighting to get off the streets until finally, a foster family adopted me and I vowed to make them proud.
“Sometimes, but I’m happy with the way things are right now. The Blackbirds are my family now and I wouldn’t give them up for the world.”
Chapter 9
Kyle
“But enough about that. You’ve barely touched your breakfast. Aren’t you hungry?”
“How do you expect me to eat breakfast when you have me sitting on your lap?” She asked, getting off me. I instantly regretted my question because all I wanted to do was pull her back and have her in my arms.
She sat down across from me and started to cut her omelet into bite-size pieces, almost like it was a ritual. “What are you doing?”
“Oh, nothing.” Her voice was low and a little off. She nibbled her food slowly, taking her time.
“You used to be anorexic.” I pointed out bluntly. She dropped her fork.
“W-What are you talking about?” She gulped down her last bite of food.
“The way you’re eating. At some point, you used to be anorexic. I knew a girl in college that went through the same thing. By the end of freshman year, she was nothing more than skin and bones. Used to cut up all her food into tiny little pieces so it looked like she was eating, but by the end of the meal, all the food would still be there.”
Linda refused to look at me. I got up and pulled her into me. “I’m not going to let you starve yourself. I don’t care what anyone says, you’re beautiful just the way you are.” I rested my hands on her hips. “And you may not believe me about the murder… but you have to believe me about this. You’re stunning, Linda.”
She looked away, still unsure. Her eyes were starting to water and I rested her head on my shoulder, feeling her body shake. I didn’t know if I was the first person to notice her eating disorder, but I was glad that I did. I didn’t want her to live her life thinking she wasn’t anything but beautiful.
Once she had calmed down, I did the dishes, letting her eat in peace. When I turned around, she had eaten just about everything. I kissed the top of her head and smiled. “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” She shook her head and I could tell she was still a little upset about the whole thing. No doubt, I had just unearthed one of her biggest secrets. I had probably made her feel vulnerable. “Have you ever ridden a motorcycle before?” I asked out of the blue if only to get her mind off the present situation.
“No…” Her voice was little more than a whisper as she wrung her fingers together underneath the table. I felt bad for pointing out her condition, but I couldn’t let someone as beautiful as her starve herself, just because the media tried to brainwash every girl into thinking they had to be a size zero.
“Well, how about I teach you? You said you wanted to learn more about the motorcycle culture.”
“I don’t know…” She got up, eyeing the door. “I mean… I don’t even know how to ride a bicycle.”
“They aren’t related. I mean, I guess a sense of balance might be helpful, but I’m sure you’ll do just fine. You’re smart, I’m sure you can figure it out. I promise it’ll be a lot of fun.” Before she could protest, I tossed her onto my back, carrying her out the door. She had her arms around my neck and her legs draped over my hips.
“What are you doing?”
“Treating you like a princess.” I chuckled, feeling the subtle vibrations of her heart pounding against my back. Since it was still early in the morning, the garage was empty. A few motorcycles were still in pieces from last night. Others were halfway painted.
I grabbed my keys and opened another door where I housed my personal bike. Linda had seen it the day before, but now she seemed to really look at it, her eyes glancing at all
the detail. “She’s a beauty, isn’t she? I had her custom made.”
“Are you sure you want me to ride that thing? What if I crash it?” She asked, shuffling from foot to foot in hesitation. “I mean… I really have no idea what to do when it comes to bikes.”
“Just relax. I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise.” I came up behind her, squeezing her shoulders slightly before I kissed her neck. My lips lingered there for a moment before I walked away, opening the garage door, letting the sunlight spill in.
Linda shielded her eyes and backed away. I was already on the bike, starting it up. It came to life with ease, purring like a kitten. I grabbed her hand and eased her onto it. “How do you feel?”
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