Easy Rider: An MC Erotic Romance Page 5

  So he waited for his heart rate to drop and his breathing to return to something approaching normal. He knew she was ready. He was, too; but, he needed more time. He slowed his heart rate by kissing his way back up her body. He held himself off of her and resisted the urge to respond to her whimpers and moans. When he got to her throat, he licked her there. It elicited another heated groan.

  “Open your legs for me, baby,” he whispered against her lips before kissing her.

  She opened them slowly, whispering back, “I’m so ready!”

  Her words excited him. He was tempted to drive his cock into her, but waited. He let her guide it between the lips of her sex before he pushed it in. Her pussy was hot and wet. He thrust his aching length into her core until he was seated to the balls inside her. He stopped and waited for her to adjust to his size.

  They were both panting. It was an effort for Jay to restrain his need to pound into her mercilessly. Ria was consumed with the desire to feel him move inside her.

  Below him, Ria was enjoyed the feeling of his cock in her pussy. It had been four years since she’d allowed a man’s cock to make it past her pussy lips. She had almost forgotten how good it felt. She wanted to tell him how she felt. She wanted to tell him she was excited and wanted him to go faster.

  Jay had no idea what Ria was thinking. He was concentrating on her reactions. When she wrapped her arms around his back and hooked her heels under his ass, he increased his speed. His body slammed into hers. The muscles of his ass were taut as he took her. The feel of her on his rod was exquisite torture. The way her still-snug center held on to him, cuddled and stroked him, sent him over the edge of his control.

  Just as Jay began to thrust into her uncontrollably, Ria’s eyes slammed shut. The depth of her ecstasy swallowed her as his heavy cock stroked over her sensitive flesh. Between the assault on her g-spot and the slides against her clit, she was insane with the need to come. She still felt the need to hold on too, for fear she would lose herself in the orgasm. Jay held off. He rode her hard and deep, groaning when she squeezed him. Her nails grabbed uselessly onto his sweat-slickened flesh.

  “I’m going to come,” he groaned. Ria gasped in response, unable to speak.

  It was Jay’s voice, but his words echoed her feelings. He roared when she thrust her hips up to meet him. The movement touched off a spark that lit the fuse. It sent her body off like a rocket. She could feel herself coming. She could also feel the jets of his seed, as it shot inside her. Even the sudden realization that they had not used protection did little to slow the pace, as his hips plunged in and out. She thrust up to meet him. She was desperate to have what he was giving her till he had no more to give. When he collapsed at last, his face rested in the hollow of her throat. His breath sawed in and out of his lungs. Then, she hugged him tightly, as tears rolled silently down her cheeks.

  When he rolled off her, Ria kept her eyes closed. She hoped he wouldn’t see the tears and ask her any questions. She wasn’t sure she could answer. She was spent. He drew her up next to his body with her back was to him. He cuddled her, as he softly kissing her neck and stroked her arm before sliding it over her belly.

  “You okay there?” he asked, his voice hoarse from the shouting.

  “Yes...I’m fine,” she answered, surreptitiously wiping her eyes.

  “That was mind-blowing, Ria,” he said. His voice was full of warmth and awe. “Thank you.”

  It wasn’t he who should be thanking her, Ria thought. It should be the other way round. She was the one who had cut herself off from the kind of intimacy they had just shared. He had managed to pull her completely out of her retreat.

  She opened her eyes, evidence of her tears still present, and looked up at him.

  “What’s the matter?” Jay’s voice was concerned

  “Nothing. Nothing at all. I’m happy, really happy.” And she was, Ria realized.

  It was puzzling to him how women cried when they were happy. His mother did it often.

  “Would you like a drink before we go to my room?” he asked. “I’ve got beer, wine, and Scotch.”

  At that moment a drink sounded perfect to Ria. “I’ll have wine. What kind have you got?”

  He didn’t think there was too much of a variety. He drank beer when he was thirsty and Scotch when he wanted to get drunk. It was something he’d done too often since his return from the Middle East.

  “I bought a couple of bottles of red. I don’t know what sort, other than it’s the sort my mom drinks.”

  “That’ll do.”

  He untangled himself from her and walked back into the kitchen. He poured two glasses of wine, threw her clothes over his shoulder, and went back into the living room.

  “Bring those for me,” he asked her, as he gestured to his clothes. Then, he led the way back to the furthest room in the house.

  His bedroom was just what she expected. It was comprised of neutral colors, a king-sized bed with a wood and leather headboard, a tall armoire, and an oversized armchair. She was tempted to ask if he cut notches in the headboard after a conquest and if he did--what number she would be.

  She knew it was silly. He was a grown man. She shouldn’t be jealous, but she felt incredibly close to him. She admitted to herself that there was more than just lust happening between them. He threw the clothes on the bed and invited her to sit on his lap in the armchair. As they sipped their wine, she asked, “What time are you leaving tomorrow?”

  She would really rather not have asked and she was upset with herself for being maudlin about his leaving. Just because he had given her more orgasms in a couple of hours than she had had in her entire life was no reason to suppose he had any interest in more than sex. No matter how she felt, he probably didn’t feel the same way. She would be a fool to assume he did. Still, the gnawing ache had already begun. She didn’t know how to ease it.

  She felt his cock stir under her. He took her glass and put it on the ground beside the chair. He claimed her mouth, as he grew hard. Then, he he picked her up and took her to the bed. Throwing the clothes on the chair, he lay her down. As he sucked her nipples, he said to her, “I want you again.” His voice was husky enough to turn her on so high she burned and creamed at his touch.

  This time, they made love spoon-style. They explored each other and got to know each other’s bodies. Her pussy was slick. Most of his cum still inside her. He smiled at the sound of his cock, as it forged in and out. Their climaxes were sweeter this time round.

  When they had finally come down, they lay together. His arms were around her and his hands cupped her breasts. Even after his cock had slipped out of her pussy and his cum had started to seep out and coat her thigh, he made no attempt to let go of his hold.

  When they finally parted, she was crying again. This time she made no attempt to hide her tears. Jay had brought her to a climax many times without any help from her. She supposed it was because she had been prepared to give herself completely to a lover for the first time in her life. Even if she was prepared to give herself wholeheartedly to him, was he prepared to reciprocate or was he only interested in sex?

  “I’ll be leaving before dawn,” he finally answered. “You’ll still be asleep.”

  I doubt it, she thought. She must have unknowingly voiced her thoughts aloud because he asked, “Why would you be awake?”

  She flushed and tried to move away, but he refused to let her go.

  “Tell me,” he demanded.

  “I don’t sleep well sometimes...” She stopped.

  “If you’re wondering, I’ll miss you, too,” he told her, understanding what she wouldn’t say. He turned her face to him. He realized she had given herself completely to him and wanted him to do the same, but he couldn’t. His life was too complicated for simple solutions. Regardless of how much he wanted her as part of his life, it would be unfair to both of them. He kissed her tenderly. He hoped the tenderness would provide some indication of what he felt.

  “I know we are still
strangers, but I don’t regret tonight. I hope you don’t, either,” he said.

  Without waiting for a reply, he sat up, got off the bed, and pulled her to her feet. When she was standing next to him, he said, “Let’s shower and get dressed, okay? I know we’ve had our dessert,” he chuckled, “but I did actually buy you something. Come on.”

  She followed him into the bathroom. After he had set the water temperature, he pulled her in with him and washed her tenderly. She was fascinated by the dragon tattoo that was spread over his chest. The tail flicked dangerously across his back. She traced it with her fingers, as he washed her. She watched his muscles twitch, as he reacted to her touch.

  Jay’s cock twitched in response to her caresses, but he resisted the urge to take her again.

  “Pass me the soap,” he said instead, as he started to wash her. He wanted to start with her breasts, but knew, if he did, he would not be able to contain himself. He was on the edge, fighting the desire to bend her over and fuck her blind. Washing her feet would be his antidote.

  “Turn round,” he told her gruffly.

  She turned and waited, as he knelt and started washing her feet. He loved the curves on her, the softness of her skin, and the firmness of her muscles. He stood up and turned her again. She chuckled when she followed his eyes, as they immediately dropped to her breasts.

  “Still pleased to see me, I see,” he murmured, smiling.

  It was true, her nipples were erect; but, he had little ground to tease her. The state of his cock was no better.

  “And you’re not?”

  “I’ll always be pleased to see you.”

  She smiled, pleased at his words. She reached up to touch his cheek. It seemed to unhinge something inside him and he growled, as he turned her back around. Then, he pushed against her. She felt his hands on her breasts, as he kneaded them and played with her nipples. He had big hands, almost big enough to hold all of her breast; but, his touch was surprisingly tender and erotic. For a moment, she let him play. She liked his hands on her breasts, but she knew how he felt. She wanted him to take her again. She bent forward a little, as she reached back for his cock. Then, she pulled him towards her.

  “Fuck!” His exclamation turned her on even more, as he slid inside her. He was unable to control himself any longer.

  Ria could imagine what he was thinking. She moaned. He turned her, lifted her, put her legs around his waist, and thrust into her hungrily. He needed to let her know he was ready to see where this thing between them would go. She leaned against the wall and let him take her. She enjoyed the feel of his hard staff, as it rubbed against her sweet spot. When he broke, she was right there with him, wild for him. She was unable to stop the contractions of her pussy around his cock, as they came together.

  She whimpered this time, but he roared. It was as though he had not just come in his bed with her under him.

  They parted reluctantly. She rested against the wall and waited until he was ready to leave her. His climax had changed him. His lust was forgotten. He fondled her breasts and kissed her lips. He didn’t let her down until his cock slid out of her in a rush of their combined juices.

  Finally sated, they showered together, as they played with each other. They kissed. Their touches had become a combination of the sexual and the loving. He left the bathroom first, still totally naked. By the time she reached the kitchen, coffee was ready. Her promised dessert, warm brownies and vanilla ice cream, were on the counter

  “Thanks, Jay. I love brownies and ice cream,” she said, as she smiled at him. “You’re spoiling me,” she added.

  He laughed and drank his coffee, as he watched her eat the sweet treat daintily.

  “I don’t regret this, Jay,” she said, out of the blue. “I just didn’t expect it to be so...intense. Now, I feel...” She stopped again, unable to explain her feelings.

  He stood up and putting his mug down. Then, he went to stand behind her.

  “Do you feel this, baby?” he asked, as he pressed himself against her spine. He loved the way she gasped at the feel of his hardness against her. “It says I know exactly what you’re feeling.” He dropped a tender kiss on her head. Then, he continued. “What say we leave it like this? There’s something between us and we want to explore it. We can see where it might lead. I have to leave in the morning. We’ll plan to contact each other. Either when you finish the dig or when I finish the job. Then we can decide where to meet again. In the meantime, we can call each other, when we’re not too busy. Deal?”

  She nodded her agreement. He raised her head and took her lips again, unable to help himself. The kiss was sweet and warm. When he moved back to finish his coffee, she wondered if she would ever see him or the house again. Despite their plan to contact each other, she worried that when he left in the morning, out of sight would mean out of mind. He’d move on to the next conquest. It would probably be someone like the waitress in the diner.

  As they prepared to leave, he came out of the house with a jacket in his hand.

  “Here, put this on. The wind makes it feel much cooler than it actually is when you’re on the bike.”

  “Is this thing yours?” she asked, once she slipped it on. It was soft and warm. She could smell him on it, but it was also ten sizes too big.

  “Yes. Here, let me help you with that.”

  He rolled up the sleeves for her before going back to the house and locking the doors. Little was said on the ride back to camp. Both were quiet. Each caught up in their own thoughts. He stopped in the parking area next to the site’s van and killed the engine. Behind him, Ria sat holding on to his waist, reluctant to let go.

  “Asleep back there?” he teased, as he grabbed her hand and loosened her grip.

  Getting off the bike first, he helped her off and waited patiently while she brushed the dust off her jeans.

  “Don’t look so glum,” he said. “Any time you miss me, you’ve got this.” He touched the lapel of his coat and smiled. “You’d better go in.”

  She didn’t want to go in. She didn’t want him to go, but she had no choice.

  “Kiss me, Jay.” Her request sounded almost desperate.

  He leaned forward and captured her trembling lips. He teased them for one last time until she opened for him. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and ran it gently over her tongue and along her teeth before he stepped back. He looked at her directly in the eye and addressed her, “It was great to meet you, Ria Glenn. Until I see you again, take care of yourself.”

  He kissed her one last time and pulled her body up against his hard cock. As he had hoped, she responded and pushed against him, almost as a final going away gift. For Ria, it was something more than that. It was a way of burning the feel of his cock into her memory.

  “You, too, Jay,” she whispered and watched him walk towards his bike.

  She stayed on the spot until the brake lights on his bike were out of sight. Then, she went in. Her hand rose to her lips and feathered the lingering heat Jay left behind. Somehow, she knew it won't be the last time she saw him. It won't be the last time she feels his kiss--hungry and warm. It won't be the last time. She was sure of it.