Rock's Redemption(Insurgents MC Romance Book 8)(39)

"You getting tired, chérie?" Rock stroked her cheek and she nodded. She  slipped off his lap and he held her hand as they maneuvered down the  stairs, Chas and Axe following them.

The Devil's Legions had roomed all the brothers together who wanted to  fuck, and the ones who didn't were paired up separately. Since the club  wasn't that big, rooms for guests and those crashing overnight were  limited. Rock and Clotille lucked out; there was one empty room left  since a couple of bikers from their New Orleans chapter left that night.

Before Rock closed the door, he had Clotille in his arms, kissing and  biting her. The slow flame of desire that had been burning through her  ever since he'd come home to pick her up for the party exploded with the  fiery kisses he was stippling along her charged body.

"Fuck, I've been wanting you all night. I'm ready to burst." His hoarse  voice pebbled her skin and skimmed over her, from her stiffening nipples  down to her damp sex. "You turn me way the fuck on all the time. I  can't get enough of you. Damn, woman. What kind of mojo shit did you do  to me?" He kicked the door closed and slammed her against it, grabbing  her arms and pinning them over her head.

Clotille was wild with passion and her legs weakened by his demanding  touch. The slip of his hand under her top made her hold her breath as  his fingers stroked their way to her bra. He reached inside it and  pulled out one of her breasts, his thumb and index finger pinching the  aching bud to hardness. He pulled on it and she yelped, which seemed to  please him. Shoving her top over her large tits, he took the other out  of her bra and pushed them together, licking, biting, and pinching them.  She writhed under his wicked touches and leaned eagerly into him,  craving more. Each time he bit one of her red tips was like a hot poker  straight to her wet pussy. "Oh, Rock. You're driving me crazy. I love  the way you touch me."

"I love your tits, chérie. I could play with ‘em all day." One of his  hands went under her skirt and his finger slipped under the fabric of  her small thong. "You're sopping. I love that you're so wet for me. I  can't wait to taste your juices." His smooth-as-whiskey voice melted  over her and she moaned.

She fisted his T-shirt in her hands, shoving it up until he pulled away  from her briefly and yanked it over his head. She dropped her arms and  grasped his shoulders as she tilted her head down and traced his chest  tattoo with her tongue. His lust-filled gaze caught hers as she licked  his tats while her fingertip moved back and forth over his nipples,  flicking them occasionally.

"Fuck, Clotille," he growled. He pushed her hands away and dropped to  his knees, bunching up her skirt and tucking it in her waistband.  Licking his lips, he swiped his tongue on each side of her inner thighs  before he pulled the skirt down around her ankles, helping her step out  of it.

She bucked from the intensity of the contact and the heat of his tongue  lapping at her juices. "So good," she murmured, grabbing a handful of  his hair and tugging at it.

"You taste fuckin' amazing, chérie." The vibration of his lips against  her pussy as he spoke made her tingle all over from both immense  pleasure and sweet pain. The sounds he made as he moved his tongue all  around her wetness drove her beyond insane.

She pulled so hard at his hair that he stopped and said, "Fuck, chérie.  Not so damn hard." He chuckled and resumed his steady licking, over and  over until his tongue delved into her slick slit. At that moment, white  heat burst inside of her, spreading sizzling embers to all her nerves.  She screamed out her climax, her legs losing all muscle control.                       
       
           



       

He stood up and scooped her in his arms, bringing her over to the bed.  As she whimpered he kissed her damp face, slowly peeling off the rest of  her clothes so she lay naked and trembling on the sheets. He stripped  off his clothes and lay beside her, tucking her into his side as he  stroked her hair.

When the rush of euphoria calmed to a pleasurable hum, she looked up and  met his eyes as they watched her. She smiled and strained up to kiss  him tenderly. His hand slid down her back and rested on her ass cheek,  his fingers digging in. Her kiss intensified and she pushed her tongue  into his mouth. He tangled his around hers and the harder they probed  each other's mouths, the hotter they got until his cock was poking into  her and her stiff nipples jutted into him. She squeezed her body closer  to his, rabid for the feel of his skin against hers.

"Come on top of me," he said, lying down on the bed. Once she'd knelt  and straddled him, facing away from him, he guided her down until she  was lying on his chest, her head resting on his shoulder. Rock put his  hand under her chin, tipped her head back, and kissed her deeply. His  hands covered her tits, kneading them while she moaned into his mouth.  "Play with yourself," he whispered against her lips.

Clotille lowered her hand and buried her finger into her pussy, wet with  arousal. She slowly stroked her clit while she gyrated against him. As  she fingered herself, Rock pinched and squeezed her tits while he bit  and licked her neck and shoulders. Tingling pleasure skipped over her  body as the tension in her sex rose.

He gently moved her hand away and replaced it with his as he entered her  from below. His thick cock filled her, and she loved the way her warm  walls molded around his hardness. As he thrust up and down, his cock  stimulated her G-spot, and the way he was rubbing her clit stoked a  desire that was hotter than fire.

"You like that, chérie?" he asked as he kept thrusting in and out of  her, his finger still stroking her clit, his hand squeezing her tit, and  his mouth biting her neck between his pants. She was on fucking sensory  overload, and just when she thought she wasn't going to be able to take  it anymore, he slid his hands under her back. "Sit up and ride my cock  hard."

She sat up, her back facing him, and began grinding on him as he pushed  against her. Then she bounced harder up and down on his magnificent  dick; it felt so good inside her. He was breathing heavily when he  grabbed her ass and massaged it, his fingers sinking into her flesh. "I  love your ass, chérie. You want me to play with it?"

Holy fuck! "I love that."

"You do? Fuck yeah." He spanked her ass lightly, then increased the  pressure until her cheeks were red and she was moaning in pleasure as  she alternated between grinding and bouncing up and down. "Lean forward  and fuck me good."

She leaned forward and rocked in and out while she lightly cupped and  played with his balls. The wave was building in her and her insides  tensed in anticipation of the flood of pleasure ready to combust. When  he pushed his finger inside her puckered hole, she couldn't hold it back  any longer, exploding in thousands of sizzling pieces as the walls of  her pussy clamped around him. "Roche!" Her voice was raw and  unrecognizable to her.

Rock's feral growl came next as he gripped her ass and ground against  her, spilling his warm seed inside her. "Clotille. Fuck!" Behind her, he  lay breathing heavily.

She bent down, her head between his legs as her body slowly returned to  normal. He stroked her damp back and guided her off him as he eased out  of her. Drawing her close to him, he placed her head against his heart,  the thrumming of it comforting her. He kissed her head. "You're  incredible, chérie." His words warmed her and she snuggled closer to  him. He grabbed the sheet that lay tangled next to him and flung it over  them, then whispered, "I'm happy you're back in my life."

"Me too, Rock. I waited so long for us to be like this. There's so much I want to tell you. That I have to tell you."

"Shh …  we got time for that. For tonight, let's enjoy what we just experienced. It was the best fuckin' I've ever had."

"And it was the most intense I'd ever come before."

"We're good together. I always knew that. Life just kept fuckin' up what we had. This time we won't let that happen."

"I never want us to be apart," she whispered. "There are things we have to talk about. I've wanted to explain about Luc and-"

His deep breathing told her he was asleep; she'd have to talk to him  another time. With his arm snug around her, it was like the years that  had separated them disappeared into nothingness. Feeling safe and happy,  she closed her eyes and fell asleep.                       
       
           



       





Chapter Twenty