Hot Ride(6)

"I heard what your friends were saying. They weren't very nice."

Her smiled faded. "So this is a pity fuck?" She tried to draw away from  him, but he refused to release her. "Take the poor bullied girl to your  room and bang her so her friends will look up to her?"

"If I fuck you, and that's your choice, it won't be out of pity." He  pulled her tight again and ground his hips against her, so she could  feel his growing erection. "I am so fucking hot for you I could explode  at any moment." He stroked over her round, pert ass. "I've wanted to  fuck you since the moment I laid eyes on you last night in the bar, but I  was trying to be a gentleman."         

     



 

"Even after I threw myself at you."

"That's right. I didn't want you going with me just because you'd had a  few drinks, and then have you regret it later." He pulled her tighter to  him and took her lips again, ravaging her mouth with his tongue until  she was breathless. "If you decide to spend the night with me, I want it  to be because you're attracted to me, not that I'm just some biker you  can hook up with to impress your friends."

She frowned. "You think that?"

"A lot of women are just looking for a quick fling with a biker. Believe me, I've had my share."

"I believe it."

He chuckled at her wry tone. "But it was clear you could have told your  friends about last night and impressed the panties off them. But you  didn't."

She shrugged. "They wouldn't have believed me."

"Your friend would have. And I bet she would have been able to convince  the others." He shook his head. "I think the reason you didn't tell them  is because you don't really care what they think."

"Then why did you decide to come rescue me?"

He shrugged. "I thought it was worth shutting them up. And anyway, you  might not care what they think, but I'm sure there's still a level of  satisfaction at proving them wrong about you."

She smiled. "True."

"And I wanted to return the favor."

"What do you mean?"

"You jumped to my rescue last night at the bar. Telling the manager I didn't start the fight."

She laughed. "But he still threw us out."

"True, but it's the thought that counts."

The elevator dinged and the doors whooshed open. She stepped into the hall.

"Turn right. I'm at the end."

Once they arrived at his room, he reached into his pocket for the  keycard. But before he slid it into the slot, he tucked his finger under  her chin and tipped it up. "You can still call this off. I don't want  you to feel pressured to do anything you don't want to do."

"If you want to get rid of me, you'll have to try harder than that."

He laughed. "Believe me, the last thing I want to do is get rid of you."  He kissed her. "Now before we go in, I'd like to get the awkward  business out of the way. I've been tested and I'm clean, but I'll use  condoms if you want."

"Condoms? Plural?"

He smiled and drew her close. "Yeah, I plan to keep you busy."

She smiled, too. "Well, in that case, the condoms will just slow us  down. I'm clean, too, and on the pill, so we don't really need them."

He pulled her tight. "You're my kind of woman."

She pushed the keycard into the slot and opened the door. He pressed his hand to the small of her back and guided her inside.

"I'm glad we finally-"

Suddenly, he propelled her back against the door as it closed, trapping her within his arms.



Hayley sucked in a breath as he pinned her to the door. The heat of him,  and the hardness of his muscular body against hers, sent her heart  pounding. His strong arms planted on either side of her made her feel  like his captive. Her pulse pounded in her ears and hormones blasted  through her.

On the way up the elevator, he'd been so considerate and charming. A knight in shining leather.

But now …  Oh, God, she was alone in his room. A rough, tattooed biker  whom she didn't know anything about. And he was so big and intimidating.  On his arm, right beside her face, she could see the head of a fire  breathing dragon tattooed on his arm, the flames lapping along his  wrist. It looked so real, she could almost feel the heat from those  flames.

Or was it just the heat he stirred within her.

"You look nervous." He smiled, seemingly unconcerned by her anxiety.

"You surprised me, that's all." But there was a quiver in her voice.

"You came here with me because you want to be with a bad-boy." His face  moved close and he nuzzled her neck, his raspy face rough against her  skin. "You weren't expecting roses and wine, were you?"

His lips brushed her neck again and tingles danced through her as goose  bumps flashed across her skin. He kissed her temple, then nibbled her  ear lobe. When he puffed air into her ear, a murmur of pleasure escaped  her lips. She slumped against the door for support as her knees went  weak.         

     



 

He chuckled, then nuzzled her ear. "You like that." His hands skimmed  down her sides, then he grabbed a handful of fabric and tugged lightly  at the skirt of her long, slinky dress. "Should I take you right here?"

He tugged a little higher, the hem now at her knees.

"Would you like that?" His lips grazed her neck again. "Being fucked hard and fast against the door?"

His other hand skimmed up the side of her torso, then stopped a hair  from her breast. She arched slightly, wanting to feel his big, masculine  hand cup her aching flesh.

"Or would you rather I drag you to the chair and bend you over, then take you from behind?"

His lips caressed her jaw and she whimpered as his fingertips lightly  stroked the underside of her breast. Just the barest whisper of a touch.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, plunging her tongue  into his mouth. He tasted of tequila and a hint of beer. She stroked  his shoulders, then dragged one hand down his muscular chest, over his  rock-hard abs, then the length of the impressive bulge in his pants.

"You're a take charge kinda guy." She squeezed his cock. "You decide."

He groaned. "Fuck, you're killing me."

He pulled her tight to his body, then devoured her mouth. His tongue  pushed deep, forcing her mouth wide. Then he shoved her against the door  again. She trembled as he grabbed her skirt and pushed it to her waist,  then reached underneath and stroked over her panties. He pushed them  aside and she gasped when he slid his finger over her slick folds. Then  pushed inside.

A slow smile spread across his face. "Yeah, that's what I want to feel."

Holding her tight to the door with his hip, he unzipped his pants and  pulled out his cock. Long, hard, veins throbbed on the shaft. She felt  the hot head brush her intimate flesh.

God, he meant it when he said he'd take me right here against the door.

And she wanted him to. She was desperate to feel that huge iron rod glide into her.

His cockhead slid the length of her slit, his hot shaft caressing her  until she wanted to cry out for him to shove it inside. As if reading  her mind, or more likely the need in her eyes, he positioned his  cockhead at her opening then, painfully slowly, pushed inside.

Just an inch.

Her internal muscles clutched at him, as if they could pull him inside.

He moved a little deeper, until his plum-sized cockhead was fully  immersed. She whimpered, waiting for him to continue. To push into her  all the way. She ached for him.

Then he pulled out and stepped back.

"Now take off the damn dress."

She reached behind her and unzipped it, then let it drop to the floor.  His hot male gaze traveled the length of her body, lingering first on  the black lace, strapless bra that held her breasts high, then on the  black and red panties, framed by the black garter belt and dark  stockings she wore.

She stepped out of the dress, careful not to catch her red spike heels  on the fabric and trip. She quivered as he continued to look at her, an  appreciative light in his eyes. He stepped closer, then reached behind  her and unhooked her bra. He peeled it from her body, freeing her aching  breasts.

Part of her wanted to cover her nipples for modesty's sake, but a more wicked side wanted him to look at her. To admire her.

He cupped her breast. When his thumb stroked over her hard nub, electricity shot through her. She drew in a slow, deep breath.

"You have beautiful tits."

She'd never liked that word, but for some reason, when he said it, it turned her on.

Probably because she was so incredibly hot after him teasing her with  his cock. That and his thumb gliding over her nipple, making it throb  with need. She could barely think straight. If he wanted her to call  them tits, she would. Anything to prolong this tortuous pleasure.

He took her hands and placed them over her breasts. "Now you touch them."

She hesitated as he stepped back.

"Caress them. Pinch the nipples."

She stroked them, then squeezed each nipple between her thumb and index  finger. The nubs ached painfully. They wanted to be in his hands. In his  mouth, with him sucking. Hard.