Easy Rider: An MC Erotic Romance (5 page)

“I’m ready for dessert,” he whispered. He pulled her t-shirt up far enough that he was able to suckle her breasts.

She’d always liked her breasts sucked. Jay was good, his lips and teeth played with her breasts and nipples. He worshipped her naked flesh. He made her burn and cream with his attention so much that her first orgasm shocked her as it rolled over her. It was the first she’d ever had from being suckled. Jay felt her come, but kept suckling her. He kept her coming, while he fumbled with the clasp of her jeans.

Removing her jeans without breaking contact was not easy. Once he got her panties and jeans from under her, he pulled them down and over her ankles. He searched for and found her clitoris. It was hot and swollen. He slid around the little bundle of nerves and rubbed it increasingly hard. The action made her come again. She called out wildly, as she bucked under his hand.

In comparison to her second, her first climax had been almost subdued. As she came, she pulled at the back of his head. It was as if she was willing him to swallow her nipple. Her thigh muscles tightened, as she bucked and thrashed. Her bottom rose from the counter to meet his fingers, as her legs trembled.

“Again?”

For the first time in almost five minutes his mouth wasn’t attached to her nipples.

“What do you mean?”

Her question came out in between gasps.

“Can you come again?”

She could. She wanted his cock.

“Yes.”

Jay started slowly this time. He pulled her pussy back, exposing her distended clitoris. It was big enough for his mouth to suckle. When he brushed it with his index finger, she flinched. He smiled. She was obviously still coming down from her climax. He inserted two fingers into her soaking pussy. The walls were slick with her juices. He inserted a third finger and looked into her face. She watched his every move.

“Ready?”

She nodded and he started to finger fuck her. His fingers gradually worked their way deeper into her pussy. He could tell that she liked what he was doing to her. As she neared her climax, Ria pulled his head to her breasts and closed her eyes. She imagined it was his cock rather than his fingers inside her. He loved how receptive she was and how her passion made her ready to explode. He finger fucked her, alternating between kissing her mouth and suckling her breasts. Before long, she was over the top again. She almost flipped him off her as she arched and cried out in another orgasm. Her third climax was as powerful as her second had been.

Jay was rock hard as he watched her lying on the counter, smiling. Her eyes closed as she came down from her orgasmic high. His cock was leaking pre-cum. He couldn’t wait any longer. He wanted inside of her desperately.

“Come on,” he rasped.

Ria smiled and Jay helped her off the counter. He carried her to the family room next to the kitchen. He was still dressed. Her efforts to remove his shirt had been abandoned. She had left it flapping open around him like wings. Sitting with her on the huge couch, he resumed his seduction. He spread her legs, as she leaned back against his chest. He kissed her slowly, building a fire of need between them that kissing alone could not quench. Then, he lay her down and caressed her cheeks. He kissed her over and over, as he wound her up with his hands and mouth.

“Ready, baby?”

She nodded as he spoke. He stood up to shed his clothes. He toed off his shoes and socks and reached for the button on his jeans. She lay on the couch watching intently. As he started to push his jeans and boxers down his hips, she asked, “Can I help?”

Jay stared at her. His eyes glowed. “If you’d like.”

Ria sat up and pushed his hands away, as she took over the undressing. His jeans and boxers fit snugly. As she slowly revealed his flesh, they both groaned. His cock was thick and long. She felt an overwhelming urge to taste him. She satisfied herself with stroking it and felt him flinch. Then, he palmed her head.

Her musings were interrupted by his voice, hoarse with lust, as he said, “I’m going to make love to you better than you’ve ever had it, but only if you want me. I’ve told you I’m not going to be around. I don’t think you’re really a one-night stand kinda girl. Are you sure about this?”

Giving in to her need to taste him, she grasped him firmly and licked him. Then, she opened her mouth over the deep red head of his cock and suckled him. When he hissed, she said, “I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t, Jay!”

That was enough for him. He pushed her back down on the couch, as he admired how beautiful she was lying there. He leaned down and kissed her. His hands moved down her legs and found her soaking pussy. He slid down to taste her. He needed that final connection to her before he took her body in the way his own was desperate for. He licked her up and down, before thrusting his tongue hungrily inside. His tongue fucked her, as he fondled her clit. When he removed his tongue, he thrust two fingers inside her. She exploded with a harsh cry. Her body arched off the couch. She tasted like honey and cream. He was not a fanciful man, but that was the best description he could think of.

Jay soothed her until the last spasms subsided and she lay limp. He was beyond ready. His cock was hard and primed. It was wet with his pre-cum and the remains of her saliva. He knew all he needed to do was mount her and slide between the velvety walls of her pussy. It was tempting, but he wanted to make their first time a memorable experience for both of them. He was so excited, he couldn’t guarantee he would last long enough to bring her to a climax.

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.