Taking her wrists into one of my palms, I grip them above her head. Then wrap my other around her neck just tight enough to make her nervous, and I bring my nose to hers. “You don’t touch a man’s bike. That kind of crazy ain’t cute dollface,” I growl. It’s hard to be pissed when my body’s laying over hers on top of a bed. I can feel her curves in all the right places.
“Night, I can’t breathe.” She sucks in a breath through her lips.
“Bullshit.” I flex my fingers tighter, and she sputters again. “See, you got breathing room.” My lips nearly touch hers as I peer into her shocked irises. “You owe me, Bethany. How you gonna repay me for this little tantrum of yours?”
“I, uh…”
My mouth whispers over her lips, “You finally gonna give up that pussy, baby?”
“You want it?” she replies breathily, making my heart stutter.
“Fuck yes.”
“Good, keep wanting it. You won’t be touching it anytime soon.”
“Fucking bitch.” My nostrils flare, and she leans up, quick enough to bite my bottom lip savagely. “Shit!” I pull back as the coppery taste of blood overtakes my tongue. “I should bruise your ass for that one.”
“You won’t, not until I give in, and right now, it’s not happening. And don’t call me bitch, bastard.”
Grumbling, I push off the bed, releasing her as I stand and adjust myself. The woman’s going to be the goddamn death of me. “You have to give me something. You fucked my shit up.”
“Fine.” She stands, coming chest to chest with me. “You want something?”
I watch her. She could be baiting me. This is Bethany we’re talking about. She’s not like other women; she likes to keep me on my toes. I’m always guessing when it comes to her.
B licks her lips and drops to her knees. Seeing her below me like that has me awestruck. She’s breathtaking.
Quickly she unbuckles my belt and unsnaps my jeans, letting the zipper down. My cock is throbbing with need, wanting her to touch and feel me everywhere. It’s been too long since I’ve been with a woman. Having her here, like this has me damn near jittery with excitement.
“Still a boxer brief man, I see,” she states, pushing my pants and underwear down my thighs.
I mutter a reply, but it comes out more as jibber-jabber. She probably didn’t understand me; hell,Idon’t even know what I said. All that matters right now is her hand gripping on to my cock like she’s about to downshift into second gear or some shit. It’s tight and feels magnificent.
“Fuck,” I gasp, with her tongue coming to lick my tip like a lollipop.
“Oh, Nightmare, you still taste good, too.” Bethany winks up at me, and my stomach tightens with lust. I want to taste her, too, feel her against me.
“Let me bury my cock in you.”
“Mmm, no.” The tip of my dick sinks between her plump lips before she pulls back and finishes. “I won’t be that easy for you, again,” she promises and then sucks my cock all the way to the back of her throat.
I’d probably offer her a ring at a moment like this if I knew it would sway her, but it won’t. Bethany’s never been the marrying type. She’ll be loyal for life, I can tell, but she doesn’t need a man’s last name to do so. She reminds me of myself in so many ways. Maybe that’s why I’ve wanted her so badly from the start.
Her head bobs and she swirls her tongue as she draws backward. I’m damn near to the point I should probably say a prayer thanking whatever being is responsible for creating her. That mouth of hers is torture in the best and worst of ways when it comes to me.
“You weren’t easy. I never gave you a choice; I was having you and we had fun.” Groaning, my hands tangle in her brunette locks. “Fuck, you’re good at that, baby.”
“Say my name.”
“Huh?”
Her eyes look up, stopping on my own. “I said, ‘say my name,’ Nightmare. Who am I? Who’s sucking your cock right now?”
“Bethany.” It leaves my mouth in a whoosh as her lips sink back over my length. I have to hand it to her; the bossy shit turns me on like no other. “Suck my cock, Bethany,” I demand, and her teeth graze over my sensitive skin, causing my nuts to tingle, building anticipation.
She pauses, licking the tip in short, quick strokes and prickly sensations overtake the arches of my feet as amazing sensations shoot in every direction throughout my body. One powerful twist around my cock from both of her hands at the same time while she draws me inside her warm, wet mouth and I’m gone. My feet flex inside my motorcycle boots, my leg achy from balancing. Next, my hands that’re already gripping her hair, close into fists, pulling and groaning as my mind fades into pure bliss and my cum shoots down her welcoming throat.
Pump after pump she swallows what I give her, and for the first time since she’s arrived, it’s like I can think clearly again. The fog she’s had me in finally begins to thin, and everything’s not angry or fuzzy. I’m here, in this moment, with her.