“You taste so f**king good,” he said, muttering the words against her.
“Please don’t stop.” She needed his lips on hers. There was no way she’d be able to survive without his kiss.
Pussy plundered her mouth, and she whimpered.
“Yes, that’s it, baby. Kiss me back.” He stroked his tongue along her own, and she met him stroke for stroke, tasting him. She loved the feel of him and the way he licked along her lips before going inside. He broke the kiss first, kissing down her neck.
You don’t know him.
She didn’t know him, yet her body was more than happy to have him touching her.
“Let’s get rid of this jacket and make you a little more comfortable.” He pushed her jacket from her shoulders, and she heard it fall to the floor. With her arms free, she wrapped them around his body, rubbing herself against him.
“Fuck, baby, you make me want to do crazy shit to keep you.” He cupped her cheeks, turning her head this way and that. She couldn’t fight him or her body. For once she craved to do something that would make her feel good and no one else.
His lips moved down to her collarbone. His tongue slid over her pulse. The shirt she wore stopped him from going any further.
“You’re going to have to tell me to stop, Sasha. I want you, and if you let me, I’ll f**k you all night long and show you what you’ve been missing,” he said.
Chapter Five
Pussy waited patiently for her to respond. The light was on, and it was almost nightfall outside. His c**k was causing him some problems, he was so hard. Gritting his teeth, he continued to wait for her response.
“I don’t want you to stop.”
Her eyes were on his chest. Could it be possible for her to see him one day? Pussy didn’t know the answer, and he didn’t care. He’d have her any way he could get her.
“I’ll take it slow. I know this is your first time.”
“Are you going to eat my pu**y?” she asked. Her cheeks were a lovely shade of red. He wondered what he could do to her in order to have her all a nice shade of red.
Removing his jacket, he threw it to the bed. Taking his cell phone out of his pocket, he turned it off so he wouldn’t be called away from taking time with her body.
“What are you doing?”
During the hours they were together, he’d noticed she hated silence. She’d ask questions or say stuff to fill in any gaps.
“I’m turning my phone off. I don’t want the club interrupting me. Tonight is all about you, and if I have to answer my phone, then it stops being about you and all about them.”
“I wouldn’t mind, if you had to answer the call.”
“When I start eating your pu**y, Sasha, I’m not going to want to stop.” He gave her his full attention. “Now, I’m going to ask you one more time, do you want to do this?
She stayed still for the longest time, frowning. How could she not see? Her eyes were filled with so much emotion, and yet she didn’t even know what he looked like.
“Yes, I want to do this.” She started to fumble with her shirt. Reaching out, he placed his palm over her shaking hands, and she immediately stopped.
“There’s no rush for us to do anything,” he said. Stop it, you f**king idiot. You want her. Stop giving her reasons not to want you.
“Pussy, I want this. Please, I’ve spent the last four years feeling like I can’t do anything. Don’t take away the few hours of pleasure you’ve promised me.”
“You’re a virgin,” he said.
What the f**k are you doing?
“You’re not. You know what you’re doing. Can’t you take the lead and do what you always do with women?” she asked.
He didn’t want to treat her like he did other women.
Stop being a pu**y and give her what she wants.
Fisting his palms at his side, he reached out to cup her face.
“I only ask one thing,” she said.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Talk to me all the way through. I hate silence, and it makes me nervous.”
Pussy smiled. “You want me to talk dirty to you.”
“Yes. Tell me what you’re doing.”
“I can do that, baby.” He tugged off his shirt. Taking hold of her hand, he pressed her palm to his chest. “I’ve taken my shirt off. You can touch me now and feel how na**d I am.”
He watched her lick her lips.
“Do you have tattoos?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
“Tell me about them.”
Taking hold of her hand, he pushed her palm up to his left arm. “I’ve got the Chaos Bleeds symbol here. It’s a skull-and-crossbones, metallic in appearance. Quite a few of the guys have this symbol on their bodies.” Down he went to around his wrist. “I thought it was ironic to have a pair of cuffs inked around my wrists. I’m not held by the law, but I’m held by my club. I’d do anything for them.”
“Even go to prison.”
“Sasha, I’d die for the club, that’s how serious this commitment is.”
“Would they do the same for you?” she asked.
“Yes, they would.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“I know my club. We’ve been through a lot together to get here. They wouldn’t stop there if they didn’t have to.” He let her stroke the inside of his wrists. Pussy refused to think about why. The feel of her fingers lightly touching his skin made him feel alive in ways he didn’t think was possible, especially to him. For so long he’d been taking his pleasure from endless women without any care for them. He cared what Sasha felt.
With her first time, he wished to make it as memorable as possible.
Be real, you don’t want any other man to touch what’s yours.
In such a short space of time Sasha had gone from being “the blind girl” to someone more. Devil was right. He’d never gone to this much trouble for anyone else, not even Lexie or Ashley.
“What other ink do you have?” she asked.
He took her hand and slowly stroked over the top part of his body going from arm to arm, across his chest then over his stomach. She didn’t say anything, only smiled every now and then when he pointed out certain marks on his body.
“I’ve got some on my back as well.”
“Can I feel?”
“Sure.” He turned around, and she followed the movement with her palm. Her fingers touched his skin ever so lightly. “I’ve got a lion on my back along with several other mini tattoos. There’s a tiny butterfly across my right shoulder because I lost a f**king bet, and I’m never going to live it down as long as I live.”