“Shhh, darlin’. Relax. Spread your legs. You’re so damn wet; it’s killing me. I want to watch you come. I want to feel your pleasure on my hand.”
Relax? With a cop on the other side of the wall? Her breast exposed, and his hand down her pants? But, oh God, she couldn’t resist the exquisite sensation of his finger circling her clit.
“Good girl.” He pressed one finger into her wet heat, and Naiya went up on her toes, her inner walls clenching around him. Holt tightened his free hand on her waist, holding her in place. “So tight.” His voice dropped to a husky growl. “So fucking hot and wet. I’m gonna make you come so hard you’ll never look at another man again.” He drew out his finger, thrust in again. Slow and gentle, coaxing her pleasure even as his body shuddered. She sensed he was fighting for control, fought a moment of panic. But he never changed his pace, never rushed her, and when he added a second finger, she gave into sensation and groaned.
“Love that sound.” He brushed his mouth over her neck, his body taut and trembling. “Next time you decide to get me all wound up, make sure you’re wearing a skirt. I wanna fuck you so bad. I want my cock in your tight, wet pussy. But I’m not gonna risk stripping you down with a cop inside who is probably still trying to figure out what just happened.”
“Oh.” She hadn’t meant to sound so disappointed. After all, she was always thrilled to have the sex part of her evenings out of the way. But not this time. She wanted more. More Holt pressed against her, his magic fingers working her to a fever pitch. More Holt who had come to save her, his mouth hot and wet on her breasts.
“Shhhh.” He thrust his fingers deep inside her. “I’m gonna take care of you.”
“But, I never…” Her hands found his shoulders, her nails digging through his shirt and into his skin.
“Never what?” He added a third finger, stretching her, increasing the pace, his fingers curled to hit the sensitive spot inside that had only ever come to life with her vibrator.
“Never fucked a biker outside a bar?” He moved in closer, pinned her against the wall, and leaned down to suck her throbbing nipple.
Something inside her snapped—all her tension, her fear, and her anxiety were swallowed up in a rush of desire. She sagged against the wall, giving in to the unfamiliar sensations pulsing through her body. Her hips rocked against his hand, and she ground her clit into his palm in a wanton display of need such as she’d never imagined before.
“That’s it. Give it to me.” Holt groaned, released her nipple. “Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking hot.” With his free hand, he tugged on his jeans and freed his cock from its restraint. Naiya’s breath caught when she looked down. He was huge, thick, the head of his cock pink and glistening.
“Stroke me.”
Well, this was more familiar territory. She knew all about giving pleasure, just not how to receive it. Without hesitation she wrapped her hand around his shaft and worked him from base to tip.
His cock hardened beneath her hand, and he let out a long, low groan against her breast, one arm tightening around her waist, while he continued the slow, torturous slide of his fingers inside her.
“Harder.” His voice had gone dark, guttural. His shaft hot and throbbing in her palm. She tightened her fingers, pumped harder, even as she felt a deep, erotic pressure build in her womb.
“Oh God, Holt. I’m going to come.” All her blood rushed downward, swelling the tissues in her sex. She bucked against him, losing all her inhibitions in the burning need for release. “Don’t stop, Holt. Don’t stop.”
“Come for me, darlin’.” He ground his palm against her clit, driving his fingers inside her.
Her climax overtook her, wiping her mind of everything except the wet, pounding, clenching, all-consuming pleasure that pulsed through her body in wave after wave of electric heat. Her eyes shut at the frightening intensity, a pleasure like nothing she’d ever felt before. Her back arched, and she released his cock, buried her face in his shoulder, and screamed.
“Hell, that’s the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He held her against him, drawing out the last quivers of her orgasm, and then he withdrew his hand and pressed gently on her shoulders. “On your knees, darlin’. I wanna see those beautiful lips wrapped around my dick. I want to fuck your sweet mouth.”
“I want to taste you, Holt.”