Death Ride (Blue Bandits MC Book 5) (10 page)

Jamie looked down to see his face was covered completely by her skirt but she knew he was under there and his mouth was doing the most delicious things to her. She moaned, closing her eyes when he sucked on her clit again, almost sending her straight into orgasm as his fingers thrust into her again. She wasn’t sure, she thought he may have added a third one this time but she was too lost in the sensations to tell for sure. Her body began to shake and she knew that it wouldn’t take more than a second for her to explode into the hottest orgasm she’d ever had and it almost frightened her.

Jamie felt her eyes roll back in her head as it seemed like every nerve ending in her body lit up and she trembled as her orgasm roared through her. Death growled, his mouth sucking at her like she was giving him a life-sustaining nectar. His hands were hard as they squeezed her butt holding her pussy to his lapping tongue even when she tried to pull back from it because the added sensation was too much. Death growled out a savage sounding grunt that made her thighs quiver.   

Jamie rested against his upper chest when he finally allowed her to move her body away from his mouth. His hands slowly rubbed over her ass in an almost soothing caress that allowed her to calm down and begin to think about what had just happened. She knew any relationship between her and Death was doomed even before it began. He wasn’t the type to want anything other than sex and she wasn’t into just random sexual encounters despite the fire he created in her blood.

She needed to get out of here before they took this too far. Not that him giving her head wasn’t already too far but if they had sex she’d be stuck because she knew she’d fall in love with him if that happened. She didn’t know how she knew that was what would happen if she allowed him to make love to her but she did. Maybe it was instinct or maybe it was just common sense but she knew she needed to get out of here and make damned sure she was far away from him from now on because she wasn’t about to fall for a man she couldn’t have.

That thought prompted her next actions. She scrambled off him, her feet landing on the floor, and Death watched her with heavy-lidded eyes, likely thinking she was going to get naked from the smile he gave her and the way his eyes rested on her body. She quickly stepped out of reach watching the frown that began to form on his face as she did so.

“I—I’m sorry,” she muttered and turned to rush towards the door after pulling her shirt down over her breasts and shaking her skirt out. She remembered at the last second to grab her underwear before she was out the door and practically running to her room. She managed to make small talk with Crook before she finally disappeared into her room, leaning back against the door with a sigh. Dear lord, how had she allowed this to happen and now what was she going to do?

Death stared at the door, his dick throbbing and confusion rushing through him. What the fuck had just happened? His dick twitched as his mind ran over the way she’d been riding his face a few moments ago. He knew she’d enjoyed herself so why the hell had she run out like that? Death didn’t know but when she came back in a few hours he was going to continue what he had started. Jamie was going to be bouncing up and down on his cock before the day was done to apologize for leaving him hard and a little desperate after that hot orgasm he’d given her. Death had almost come with her it had been so hot having her ride his tongue like she had.

He licked his lips tasting her again, making his hips rise off the bed as his mind replayed the image of her above him with her eyes closed, her hands clinging to the headboard as he licked her to completion. Death couldn’t remember ever seeing anything more satisfying or beautiful in his life. He was damned glad he’d pulled the skirt up so he could catch a glimpse of that blissful look on her face as she’d been ripped apart by the orgasm he’d given her.

Now the question was why had she run? Was it the first time she’d been sucked and licked to an orgasm? Death couldn’t help the roaring satisfaction that took residence in his chest as that thought rippled over him. Fuck, he liked that idea and it made him a little leery that he did. He shook off the thought, deciding to get a little shut-eye before dinner because until then he wouldn’t be able to find out what had happened. He did know one thing though. Once he got his hands on her again he was going to bury his cock in her so deep she wouldn’t know where he ended and she began. With that happy thought he slipped into a light sleep already anticipating her surrender.

Death pushed the door open slightly, seeing the figure on the bed stir. He stepped inside and shut it quietly behind him, locking it before he silently moved toward the bed. He stared down at Jamie’s face illuminated by the light that flowed in from the window. He grinned, glad that he’d finally found her room after searching for fifteen minutes, almost getting caught twice in the process. He watched her even breathing and the way she restlessly moved beneath the covers.

After two days of not seeing her and no return of Blade, he’d had enough of being chained to the bed unable to go after her. She’d run again and he wasn’t going to allow that to stand. Death was glad he hadn’t found another man in her bed because he wouldn’t have handled that well. The mere thought sent rage pouring through his veins, reigniting the anger that had brought him to her room in the first place. She wasn’t getting away this time because he wouldn’t allow it. He was going to find out exactly what it was about her that fascinated him so much.

Death quickly shucked his jeans and moved to the edge of the bed. He’d intended to come in here and wake her to demand to know what she thought she was up to. Only now seeing how beautiful she was asleep he didn’t want to wake her, despite his anger and his need to explore the hunger he could sense growing between them.

He lifted the covers and climbed into the bed behind her gathering her into his arms. She stirred again and rolled toward him. He slid his arms around her pulling her over his chest. She wiggled against his side and he felt her hair tease his chin as he slid his hands down to cup her hip. Death felt a sense of possessive need rush through him. He couldn’t stop his hands from tightening on her. Jamie wiggled again, rubbing her face into his chest like a kitten nuzzling its mother before a little sigh puffed out across his chest and she seemed to settle.

Death held her feeling the frustrated anger that had thrummed through him at her avoidance of him for the last few days slip away. He was tired suddenly, most likely because he’d spent most of last night devising a plan to find her and explain to her why she shouldn’t be avoiding him in vivid detail. He’d made plans to wake her and make sure she understood why she wasn’t going to be doing that ever again except now holding her against him he couldn’t bring himself to do it. She felt too good resting across him all soft and limp as she snuggled into him. He’d never liked women to be clingy after sex and it was odd to feel content with one in his arms but somehow he did. Something about Jamie settled the fierceness he felt gnawing at him all the time and it was just peaceful lying here with her.

Death felt a nagging sense of fear take up residence in his chest but it wasn’t strong enough to make him leave her now that he held her. He shifted just a little, settling down into the pillow with her still wrapped in his arms. He closed his eyes deciding he’d just hold her for a minute before he woke her to explain why she wouldn’t be avoiding him in the future.

Jamie snuggled into the woodsy smelling pillow feeling safe and warm as she woke just a little more. When the pillow moved she realized that her pillow had arms. Hard male arms that were wrapped around her keeping her close to the hard male body she was snuggling. She gasped and jerked back, hearing the low rumble of protest the man in her bed made. What the hell? It must be just after dawn because there wasn’t much light in the room and she could just barely make out the face of the man who’d decided to crawl into her bed while she was sleeping. It was Death.

How had he convinced them to let him wander around the compound alone? More importantly, why had he thought it was okay to crawl into her bed? Jamie was trying to work it out when Death opened his eyes and stared back at her. She froze waiting to see what he would do next, surprised that fear wasn’t what she was feeling despite his being in her bed without her permission. Somehow instinctively she knew he wasn’t going to try and rape her; convince her maybe but not rape.

“What are you doing in here?” she asked, her voice a little shaky.

“I came to discuss your disappearing on me.” Death’s voice was rough from sleep and it sent shivers of desire down her spine. Damn, that voice was sexy, all gravelly and dark.

“I didn’t disappear, I’ve been busy with other stuff,” Jamie lied because she’d been avoiding him, trying not to get attached or allow the attraction she felt for him to turn into something bigger for her because she knew down that road there was only heartbreak waiting for her.

“I see,” Death grumbled again as he rolled her beneath him holding her pinned with his hips pressing into hers. “I think we have unfinished business to discuss, don’t we, Jamie.” As he spoke his mouth neared hers and she knew she should protest but somehow she couldn’t seem to bring herself to do it. She wanted his touch so much she ached for it even knowing that in the end it wouldn’t be good for her.

Death’s mouth crashed into hers and his tongue slid along her lips making her moan and open them for his invasion. Her body felt suddenly liquid and her mind splintered as desire poured into her veins. Jamie couldn’t stop her hands from rising to curl in his sandy blonde hair as his tongue thrust inside her mouth curling around hers in a dance of fiery pleasure that went straight to her head. His hands rubbed over her thighs pushing the shirt she’d worn to bed up until he could reach her bare breasts, his fingers rubbing over her nipples making her gasp.

His touch on her breasts felt like a bolt of lightning electrifying her body and sending any hope of clear thinking out the window. Jamie wanted to know what it was like to have him focused on her even if it was only for a short time.

Death growled low and deep as his mouth lifted from hers and his green eyes bored into her blue ones for a moment before he was tearing her shirt over her head and tossing it away from the bed. He stared down at her breasts like an animal stared at prey, his breathing heavy and the crows feet at the corners of his eyes appearing as desire narrowed his eyes.

“I won’t stop until this is finished so if you want out, now is the time to say something, Jamie,” Death growled roughly, his body stiff above her as if it was taking everything inside him to hold back. Jamie felt something inside her burst with pleasure because he was telling her that he wanted her so much he wasn’t going to be able to stop once he started. She instinctively knew that this intense need wasn’t normal for him. Jamie knew it didn’t mean anything, not really, because Death would leave as soon as he decided it was time to head back to his MC and she didn’t try to convince herself otherwise, but she liked knowing he wanted her as desperately as she wanted him.

“Yes,” she whimpered, unable to say anything else with her body thrumming in time to her pounding heart. Death must have known she wasn’t saying yes, she wanted out, because he let out a fierce growl and fell upon her breasts, his hand cupping one while his mouth covered the other. His tongue curled around her nipple tugging at it as his thumb rubbed over the other one gently pinching it. His hardened body pressed into her, his cock rubbing at the junction of her thighs making her moan and wrap her legs around him.

Death’s teeth scraped over her nipple before he kissed his way to the other one, his fingers moving to the one he’d just abandoned to tug on it. Jamie moaned, wiggling against him, hearing the rumble that escaped him as he rubbed his cock against her and sucked on her nipple vigorously. 

His hands moved to cup her hips and she couldn’t seem to catch her breath as she clung to his shoulders. He lifted his head, staring down at her for a long moment. His eyes held hers and she could see something moving in them for a second before his lips crashed onto hers again. Jamie was surprised that his rough handling of her hadn’t sparked her fear but she wasn’t complaining. She arched into him pressing her breasts against the slight scatter of dark hairs that covered his chest feeling the wiry strands caress her and released a moan into his mouth.

Death couldn’t stop touching Jamie. It was like his entire world was focused on her beneath him and when he’d offered her the chance to stop him, he’d known that it would take everything in him to stop and it should have scared him shitless. Death wasn’t sure why it didn’t frighten him that he was beyond possessive with Jamie when he’d never felt that way with any other woman. Not even when he was younger and still had emotions had he felt anything so strong as the pull this woman had on him. Touching her was like touching fire and every second she was in his arms she burned him with desire so hot he almost couldn’t bear it.

His hands cupped her hips tilting them slightly as he rubbed his hard cock against her hot wetness. Feeling the heat of her desire released a roaring in his ears that overtook his brain making him desperate to own her body, to feel her wrapped around him as he thrust inside her over and over again. Death couldn’t wait any longer; he’d felt almost feral for over a week and now that she was within reach he needed to be inside her or he was going to go insane. He ripped off his boxers allowing his throbbing cock to rub against the wet cloth that covered her sweet pussy, almost out of his mind with desire for her.

Jamie moaned and rubbed her chest against his again sending a hard rush of need through him. He grabbed the edge of her lace panties and ripped them off her unable to take the time remove them. His fingers stroked over her clit. Feeling the hot wetness that told him she was just as ready as he was, he pressed the head of his cock against her opening. Death wasn’t so far gone that he didn’t consider that he was about to enter her without a medi-condom but he didn’t stop. He pressed hard into her soft wet pussy growling as the tight walls closed around him.

He knew she might not be on any birth control but the thought of putting anything between them was impossible. He couldn’t allow anything to separate them. He needed to feel her bare and clinging to his hardness just as she was currently doing. Death pressed her legs apart as he slid all the way inside her and when he was resting against her balls deep, he groaned low and gruff sounding like a wounded animal. His mind was blown apart by the hot need that burned his skin and made his body tremble inside hers. Death knew he should stop because if she wasn’t on anything this could get her pregnant but he didn’t care. He needed this so badly he almost couldn’t breathe.

Jamie’s nails dug into his skin and she shifted slightly and he was lost from that moment on. He pulled out and thrust back into her, grunting as pleasure unlike any he’d ever felt roared through him. He began a hard rhythm that had her wriggling and moaning beneath him as he pounded into her over and over again, his teeth sinking into his lip as he strained against her. He could feel her tightening around him as she clung to his arms panting in little gasps of air that sounded sexy as fuck. He knew she was close because he could feel the tight clenching of her pussy on his cock and he was grateful because he was about to blow a gasket trying to stop his own orgasm from blowing his head off. 

Death had never felt so ready to come after only a few minutes before in his life but something about her made his pleasure so much more intense. It wasn’t just not wearing a condom that caused the sensations to multiply; although that was part of the reason, it wasn’t the only one. His head was filled with the sounds she made and the hot tightness wrapped around him as he roughly fucked her, unable to slow down or gentle the movements of his body into hers. From the moment he’d met her, she’d filled his head with desire and he somehow knew that wasn’t going to change when he finally came inside her. He growled as he felt her slick wetness tighten as she tensed beneath him when her orgasm hit her making her cry out his name, her fingernails digging into the back of his arm as he continued to thrust into her.

“That’s a good girl. Fuck, yes tighten like that again, baby. Oh fuck, please do it again,” Death growled when she did as he requested blowing his mind with the sensations. Death thrust harder, trying not to come because he knew that once he did he’d have to stop moving inside her and he would lose the hot clasp of her body on his. He closed his eyes biting his lip and a loud growl escaped him as he felt the tingling in his spine that told him he wasn’t going to be holding off his orgasm for much longer.

Jamie chose that moment to start wiggling against him as she began to moan in a little desperate grunt that sent shivers up his spine as he realized she was going to come again. He forced himself to slow his thrusts, trying to give her what she needed before he came but she twisted and writhed against him as she leaned forward and her little teeth bit into his shoulder. Death roared as his body exploded into an orgasm so strong it literally made his body ache. Jamie let out a little whimper as she came around him again, prolonging what felt like an unending orgasm for him. When he finally calmed down and pulled free from her panting as he lay beside her, he couldn’t seem to find the words he’d wanted to say to her.