“Turn around,” he ordered, twisting my hips until his face was once again pressing against my back.
He pulled me down, pausing for only a second to situate my legs on either side of his before I felt him, pressing insistently until he slid inside me. My skin broke out in goose bumps and I shivered as he pushed harder, my body stretching until my ass was pressed tightly against his groin.
Bracing my hands on his knees, I let my head drop forward as I sucked in a lungful of air. Sex wasn’t supposed to be that good. It wasn’t supposed to be so addictive that you were willing to do anything to get it—but that’s what it felt like then. I couldn’t imagine him anywhere else but inside me, and I couldn’t imagine a day when I’d ever turn him away.
I rolled my hips, my thighs burning.
“Not this time,” Will rasped, his hands leaving my waist to slide down my hips and over my thighs. “Fuckin’ bounce, Molly.”
One finger hit my clit, circling softly as I followed his instructions and raised my body, dropping back down hard. I did it again and again, and each time, his dick slid over a spot that had my eyes watering. The pressure was insane, almost too much, but I couldn’t stop—even when my legs felt like they were going to give out.
My hair grew damp with sweat as Will murmured filthy things in my ear, urging me to keep going, telling me how good I felt.
My legs were on fire and I was ready to scream in frustration, when suddenly Will was pushing my body up and twisting us toward the bed. I landed face down on the mattress with my feet still braced on the floor, and without pausing, Will snapped his hips forward.
“Oh, shit,” I groaned, using one hand to brace myself against the bed as I reached out with the other to grab his thigh. It was slick with sweat, the muscles there bunching as he thrust.
I was so close to orgasm, I was holding my breath. Within a minute, I was gasping and holding back a scream as it washed over me. I felt it from my scalp to my toes, and for a few seconds, it was almost painful.
“Jesus Christ,” Will groaned in pleasure as he continued to thrust. “You fuckin’ soaked me.”
He pulled out abruptly, and I could hear him snap off the condom as he dropped to his knees and pressed his tongue to my overly sensitive flesh. The quiet sounds of his fist sliding over his dick filled the room as I mewed quietly against my comforter, too exhausted to even try to move as his tongue swept over me softly.
He came with a curse against my skin and I grinned.
He sounded as wrecked as I felt.
“I just came all over my hand,” he grumbled, making me giggle deliriously. “Be right back.”
I crawled up the bed as soon as he’d left the room and flopped down against my pillow, my eyelids heavy.
What was I doing?
Could I really ignore the problems that were staring me in the face? I liked Will, but sometimes his comments made me wonder if I even really knew him. His dad was . . . ugh. I really didn’t like that guy. Sure, he’d been sweet to his wife, but that didn’t really mean anything, did it? There was still something about him that set me on edge, something just below the surface that I couldn’t quite pinpoint.
I knew he was part of the Aces and Eights Motorcycle Club, and that he worked at their garage as a mechanic, just like Will. But what else did he do? Did he drag Will into their illegal stuff? My stomach rolled at the thought.#p#分页标题#e#
“Here, sugar,” Will said softly as he came back into my room. “Let me clean you up.”
He sat on the edge of the bed and parted my legs, using a warm washcloth to wipe gently at my thighs and pussy. Then he was gone again, taking the washcloth back into the bathroom.
Will turned off the light and cracked open my bedroom door as he came back in the room, then crawled into bed beside me.
“Okay?” he asked, pulling me into his side.
“Okay,” I whispered back as he kissed my forehead.
All doubts left me as he tucked the comforter around my bare shoulder, making sure none of the cool air could seep in around it.
Chapter 8
Will
“I fuck up your luck with that girl?” my dad asked a week after Molly, Rebel and I’d had dinner at his house.
“Her name’s Molly,” I mumbled, following him in to the room behind the bar where the club held meetings. I wasn’t sure what was happening, but they’d woken me up at the ass crack of dawn and forced me out of Molly’s bed on her day off, so I wasn’t real excited about it.
Rebel had been waking Molly up like four times a night for the past week—for no reason. Her little ass would just wake up, bang on the side of her crib with her feet, and then fall back asleep after Molly sang to her. It was cute the first night, but after that, Molly had started looking more and more worn down every day. She was falling asleep most nights as soon as Reb did, and was barely able to get up for work the next morning.