Damon:A Bad Boy MC Romance Novel(51)

 

Something inside of me broke in two.

His hands came to my hips, pulling me into him, and I parted my legs  automatically, without thinking. I wanted to wrap them around him right  then, rub my pussy against him. I hadn't felt myself so alive, so  aroused, in years. As his tongue danced in my mouth, I felt his thigh  press gently between my knees, inviting me to move closer to him.

I did, my own tongue now tentatively darting into his mouth, tasting  him. With my eyes closed I felt him press his leg upward, between my  thighs, and moaned into his mouth, my body trembling as it flooded with  desire for the first time in so long. My clit jumped as the tough denim  of Reign's jeans pressed against the thin fabric of my leggings, then  strained forward, wanting more.

With a sudden grunt, Reign pulled back, his hands remaining on my hips, his eyes looking down into mine, all fire and need.

"Are you sure?" he said, his voice low and rough, almost like a caress  in my mind. It drew another burst of shivers from my body. I nodded,  unable to speak, only wanting to taste him on my lips once more. But I  didn't have the chance; at least not then. He grabbed my wrist, pushing  me away while simultaneously pulling me along the side of the bar  towards the motel rooms lined up side-by-side.

"Seven," I said, breathless, mind turned into a lightning storm, clouded  and tempestuous. I could barely remember my own name, but I could  remember my room number perfectly well. Reign looked back at me as he  pulled me forward, my feet stumbling over themselves in my agitated  state.

As though suddenly remembering the bruise above my eye, and what that  could mean, he slowed down, letting me catch up to him, and we walked  abreast to the room, his arm coming around my waist and sending little  tendrils of excitement through me.

I dropped the keys trying to open the door, then took too long trying to  get the key to fit the lock. Meanwhile, Reign was being categorically  unhelpful by tracing his tongue along my neck, planting feathery light  kisses across my skin. A part of me wanted to cry. What have I been  doing all my life, why have I waited so long to feel so good, why  couldn't Jeremy make me feel like this?

Finally, I managed to get the door open and we stumbled in. I  automatically turned off the light that I'd left on, but Reign turned it  back.

"I want to see your beautiful body," he said. I was standing in front of  the bed, at a loss now that we were here. I hadn't really let myself  plan that far ahead. What did I do now? I hadn't ever been with anyone  with Jeremy. I knew what he liked, knew his desires better than I even  knew my own, but not this stranger. Not this mysterious, sexy,  intoxicating stranger. I didn't know where to begin, and I felt panic  rising in my chest as I worried about disappointing him, about not  performing up to his standards.

"I … " I started to say, wanting to apologize before I made a total fool of myself.

"Please, stop talking," he said, moving across the room towards me, the  look in his eyes silencing any thoughts that could have come tumbling  from my mouth. His hands came to my shoulders and he looked down on me,  as though I was the only thing he'd ever wanted. I shivered under his  touch, under his gaze. "Sit down."

I did so, without thinking, not taking my eyes from him. I was eye-level  with his crotch, and automatically reached out to undo his belt and  jeans, thinking that it was blowjob time. That's how Jeremy always  started things …

I was surprised to feel my hand swatted away, surprised to see Reign  drop down before me, crouching in front of me, so that we were eye to  eye.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he murmured, his hands coming to my shirt and rolling it upwards.

"Please, no," I said, suddenly shot through with another rush of shame  over my body. I didn't move to stop him, but felt like crying as he  exposed my small but wide stomach, my large breasts, all the parts of me  that had brought me so much shame. His eyes darted towards mine, almost  seeming angry, then softening.

"You don't even realize," he said, a hint of astonishment in his voice.  At the same time, his hands came to my hips once more, tickling up my  sides, making me close my eyes and moan in pure ecstasy. I leaned  backwards automatically, my body delighting in his touch even as my mind  tried to make me feel bad about my body.

I barely felt as he unclasped my bra and threw it to the side, his hands  now coming to my breasts and fondling them gently, much more gentle  than Jeremy ever did. Unlike my husband, who just pawed at my breasts  like they were pillows that needed fluffing, Reign's hands massaged  them, a growing warmth in my stomach as he gently pushed me back further  onto the bed, rising even as my back fell, leaning over me.         

     



 

Finally, I was lying on the mattress, eyes closed in bliss as his thumbs  grazed my nipples, now erect. I shuddered, then moaned as I felt one of  his lips come gently to my nipple, sucking it in slightly, his tongue  rolling over it while his hand favored my other breast, tweaking the  nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

I could feel my slit flowing with juices, my body turned on in a way  that hadn't happened in years, and I squirmed underneath him, a  low-level frenzy developing in my mind as he teased my nipples, moving  his mouth from one to the other, blowing over them in between, the chill  feeling making me arch my back.

I almost cried out in desperation when I felt his head move from my  breasts and begin to trail down my stomach, which fluttered under his  lips, my nerves alive and aching for him. His hands settled on the top  of my leggings and he yanked downwards.

No. No way. This is not happening, I thought when I realized he was  making right for my wet, aching sex. Jeremy never went down there. No  one else had, either. A part of me cringed, screamed for me to stop him,  that it was wrong, dirty, gross. Another part of me wanted to push his  head faster, to feel his tongue against my aching clit, now swollen and  straining for stimulation. I pushed myself up onto my elbows.

"You don't have to … " I started to say, wanting to give him an out, my  two personas fighting to the death over whether or not I wanted him to.  His eyes flashed up into mine and he reached out, pressing me back down  on the bed, just forcefully enough to tell me that he wasn't going to  invite any argument.

Oh god, oh god, oh Jesus, I thought, my mind in an utter frenzy as he  drew closer and closer to my now-exposed slit, his fingertips tracing up  and down my thighs as he lingered on my tummy, his mouth promising  delights that I could never dream of even as his fingers drove me into a  whirlwind of sensation, up and down, up and down, my inner thighs  starting to quake now as he let his fingers draw just slightly nearer  with each stroke …

"Oh, holy fuck," I screamed, piercing the night, as his tongue flicked  over my clit, suddenly, strongly, unleashing a flood inside me as I  tried to contain myself. The sensation was unbearably delicious.

I grasped at his head automatically, running his soft, dark hair through  my fingers as he lapped at my swollen clit steadily, his tongue stiff  against it, then soft, then circling it, then flicking over it, a  pattern that held me in a suspended state of unbearable tension. He was  playing me like a master, my body a finely-tuned violin, his tongue the  bow. My legs wrapped around his head of their own accord, pulling him in  closer.

"Oh, holy shit, shit, holy fuck, Reign, shit," I moaned, over and over,  his name tasting like nectar in my throat as he licked my pussy  methodically, masterfully. My whole world was narrowed and narrowed to  an ever-shrinking point, my clit the center of my own personal paradise,  a fire rising in my face as a pressure built inside my pussy.

His tongue flicked and circled and flicked and circled so warm, so warm,  so soft, and my clit, his tongue, my body stiff like a board, my legs  like tightly wound coils around his neck, my hands pressing his face  forward, wild abandon taking control of me as he brought me closer and  closer and closer to some destination, someplace I'd never been, some  shining moment, that point growing smaller and smaller as he flicked and  circled and flicked and circled and tore me apart with pleasure until  finally

I exploded, juices streaming from me, body nearly breaking from my  muscles snapping in sacred release. My pussy clenched and released, over  and over, again and again, my teeth gritted together as I tried to make  sense of the sensations taking over my body, my first climax coming so  hard and fast that I almost couldn't believe it was happening at all.

My fingers buried themselves into Reign's hair, clutching desperately,  my toes curling tight to themselves. My hips bucked under his mouth, and  my legs were like a vise around his head. He hadn't stopped licking at  my clit even as it sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body, and as I  began to sway gently down from my peak I panted, releasing him, his  warm tongue still dancing over my slit, now lapping at my juices