Obsession (A Bad Boy's Secret Baby)(10)

That's why I didn't stop him when he hooked rough fingers through the spaghetti straps that crossed over my chest and ran down my back. With an easy drag, the thin chords slipped over each shoulder and the bodice began to sag.

I couldn't believe it was finally happening. I was terrified but incredibly anxious, my whole body seemed to cry out for his touch.

“You're about to find out how real I am.” And in a flash of motion Mal was on his knees and my dress was around my ankles. “Fuck. I never imagined you'd look so damn good.”

Seeing him look up at me in awe made me feel like he was worshiping me. A shiver of lusty excitement ran through my body. It was every fantasy I'd ever had rolled into one moment.

“I'm a little chilly,” I lied, drunkenly trying to explain away the tremor.

“Don't worry, I'll heat you up so much that you'll be praying for rain.” Mal ran his hands up my thighs. I was already so wet and he had barely touched me. I worried I might turn into a puddle of Jello at any second.

I squeaked with surprise when Mal stood up and grabbed my waist, hoisting me into the air. I couldn't help but laugh at my reaction.

“You like that? Getting thrown around?” Mal spoke directly into my stomach. His prickling stubble felt like an exfoliating loofah, but the tinge of pain felt so good. He placed me on his motorcycle and laid my back over the handlebars. “I bet you've never been eaten out on a bike before either.”

“No,” I swallowed hard. I was terrible at sex talk, maybe it was because I never had any practice. The faint scent of gasoline, grease and sweat intoxicated me. It was all just so manly and not at all what I was used to.

“Good.” Mal had no such hang ups. Each silky word that rolled off his tongue stoked the fire that was raging inside of me. “Hold on to the handlebars. I'm going to give you the most intense climax you've ever had in your life, and I don't want you falling off before I’m done with you.”

I laughed, letting my head fall backward. It was all I could do to prevent myself from crying with excitement, fear and passion. All those jumbled emotions doubled when he peeled back the sopping wet cotton of my panties.

My naked pussy tightened at the cool air that washed over it and then instantly spasmed when his steaming hot tongue laid across it.

“Oh wow, okay!” Shit, I sounded like a giant nervous dork.

“Kait, relax. I'm not going to hurt you.” I could feel his lips move against my delicate folds, each word threatened to break me apart. “The safe word can be banana.”

“I love bananas...” I said, semi-coherently. I was too focused on the waves of pleasure his tongue and lips sent through my clit to understand what he was saying. “I mean, don't stop!”

I didn't need to explain, Mal knew what I meant. He always had. Growing up sometimes I think Mal understood me better than I did myself. That was another reason it hurt so bad when he had left, it felt like a piece of me was missing.

Apparently that piece of me was white-hot lust, because what he was doing to my pussy was borderline overwhelming. His tongue pushed back my petals, teasingly slipping in and out of my slit. I could feel his desire; he loved to make my hips buck.

“I'm going to drink you in, Kait. Every last delicious drop.” Mal made my clit vibrate with pleasure until it became too much.

My pussy began to tremble, but he didn't stop. My stomach arched forward as he brought me to the razor's edge of climax. I gripped the handlebars almost tightly enough to snap them off.

“Oh dear fucking—Mal!” The words were ripped from the bottom of my diaphragm. My body tensed so much from the orgasm that it lifted me off the bike.

Without slowing or breaking concentration, Mal snapped his hands around my thighs and raised me even higher. Unintelligible words spilled out of my mouth as wave after wave of trembles smashed into me.

He didn't stop.

Mal's tongue crippled me. My legs wouldn't stop shaking.

“Banana, Banana! Please... Mal, please!” I was panting, steam and sweat rolled off my chest and stomach. Was it possible to be killed by an orgasm?

“Are you okay?” Mal asked, gasping in air. His mouth and chin glistened in the low light. That was me all over him. Part of me was embarrassed at how soaked I was, but that was his fault.

No one had ever made me this wet before.

“Yes. Yes, I'm just—” I swallowed, letting the waves of pleasure that still wracked me die down enough for coherent speech. “Jesus. That was amazing.”

“Don't go giving him all the credit.” Mal kissed his way up my stomach. Every smack of his lips set off another earthquake in me. He slipped a hand beneath my bra as he reached my neck and face.