Warrant (Righteous Outlaws #1)(5)

"That's what I thought," he said and went back to his bike, leaving me  bewildered. He kicked his leg over, and pointed behind him. "Come on.  I'll bring you where you need to go."

"No." I wasn't ready to go. Once I got on the bike, it was over. I  didn't want this to be over. I wasn't ready to go back to my so-called  goody lifestyle. I wanted to be bad. I wanted to know what it meant to  feel everything Cash spoke of.

I was tired of over-thinking everything, and worrying about what my  parents would think of me if I did something that didn't conform to  their standards. I was sick of thinking, so I acted and went to him  before the voices in my head could stop me. I grabbed his face, and  pressed my lips to his. It was soft and sweet, but I quickly realized he  wasn't kissing me back.

Embarrassed, I stepped back. His rejection consumed me. I was mortified  by my decision to throw caution to the wind, and put myself out there.  Look where it got me. I wanted to run from this nightmare and dive into  the water, so I could swim home or drown myself in my own misery. In  this moment, I would do anything just so I didn't have to turn and face  him again. I was startled when I felt his hand snake around my waist. He  gruffly yanked me toward him, gripping both of my hips, and lifted me  onto his lap. I linked my legs around him, pressing my core onto his  very erect manhood. It unnerved and excited me to realize he wanted me  just as much as I did him.

He crushed his mouth to mine, devouring me with a single kiss. His  tongue thrust past my lips as I eagerly opened for him. Our tongues met  in an un-choreographed dance: tangling, tasting and exploring each  other. He tasted of tobacco, beer and danger, a most delicious  combination that enticed and seduced me. My body was overwhelmed, ready  to combust, as his rough hand ran up and down my leg before slipping  beneath my dress.

He tore his mouth from mine, dragging his tongue down my neck to my  collarbone. Desire pulsed inside of me right down to my very core.

I dated William for three years before I let him get this far, yet I  knew Cash for all of three minutes and I didn't care that he was  touching me so intimately. I never wanted anyone as badly as I wanted  him. He continued to run his hand up my leg higher and higher till I  felt his finger hook in my panties and thrust them aside. I gasped at  his brazenness, but made no effort to stop him.

"Are you wet for me, Sunshine?"

I nodded, too overwhelmed with pleasure to speak.

"How wet are you?" he asked. "Tell me."

I shook my head no, and bit my lip. I didn't do dirty talk. I didn't  know how. Besides, it was too embarrassing to say those things.

He dipped his head to my neck, sucking and biting at the sweet spot that  only served to fuel my desire. His fingers laced in my hair, and he  pulled my head back. "Tell me," he demanded his voice rough and seeping  with want. He swiped his tongue up to my ear. "I want to hear you tell  me how wet you are, Sunshine."

Holy cow. I needed more. I was torn between embarrassment and want, as I found myself moaning, "I'm … I'm … so wet."

"Good girl," he said, and rewarded me with a thrust of his finger into  my wetness. My entire body arched back, and he took full advantage,  dragging his hand between my tits. He yanked the strap of my dress off,  and pushed my bra out of the way, dipping down and taking my already  pebbled nipple into his mouth.

The combination of his finger sliding in and out of me, and his tongue  swirling around the tight peak, sent me tumbling toward the edge. I  leaned back into the handlebars, loving the feel of the cool metal on my  skin, reminding me how exposed I was out here where anyone could  stumble upon us. In this moment, I didn't care. Raw, unbridled hunger  took over throwing all common sense away. I just wanted to keep feeling  the delicious sensations assaulting me.                       
       
           



       

"Mmm," he groaned as he took my nipple between his teeth, tugging,  sucking, and nipping. His hand wrapped around my back, and he pulled me  up. My hands gripped his back and my fingers dug into his worn leather  vest. His lips kissed a fiery path down my neck. I rocked into him, and,  my God, he was so hard beneath me.

I wanted to feel his cock in my hand more than anything I ever wanted.  So, I reached for his zipper, but he snatched my hand away, leaving me  confused. "You sure you want to walk on the wild side, Sunshine? Once  you do, there's no going back."

A light rain started to fall, and I let my head drift back to feel the  cool droplets on my warm face. I brought my head up, my eyes heavy with  lust, and locked on his gaze. "I don't want to go back."

"What do you want, then?" he asked, biting my earlobe and causing me to press harder into him.

"You," I breathed.

A smirk broke at the edge of his mouth. "I need you to be more specific."

Heat flared in my cheeks as my lips parted, but no words came out.  Instead, I found myself panting like a dog in heat, as I pleaded with my  eyes for him to keep going.

He pushed two fingers back into me, and I bucked as the delicious waves  of ecstasy devoured me. He thrust in and out, a relentless assault that  had my nails digging deep into his leather. Too heavy with want and  need, my head fell onto his shoulder.

Warm breath skated across my ear, mixing with the cool wet raindrops. "I can stop," he stated coolly.

"No!" I screamed, unable to control myself as he worked me toward the  brink of explosion. "Don't stop," I begged like some pauper desperate  for a meal. I was desperate for his touch, for the feel of his lips on  my body as they devoured and consumed me. But, most of all, I wanted to  feel him turn me into a dirty little girl by pushing his big hard cock  inside of me.

"Then tell me what you want," he taunted, as he pulled his fingers out of my throbbing pussy.

Heat coursed through me, rising up my necks and into my cheeks. "I want  you … " I bit my lip, trying to find the courage within to be the girl he  wanted me to be. To be the girl I wanted to be. "I want you inside me," I  managed, and it was liberating. "Please," I begged.

He lifted me, and ripped my panties off. He took them in his hand and  smiled. "White cotton. I should've guessed," he said, before wadding  them into a ball and pushing them against his nose and deeply inhaling  my scent. Shock ran ramped through me as I watched. "Sweet, just like I  thought."

He pulled a condom out of his back pocket then shoved my panties in. He  unzipped his pants, and his cock sprang free. It was longer and thicker  than anything I had imagined. I dabbed my lips with my tongue as I  waited for him to slide the condom on. I yearned for what was to come.  My body was on fire, and my mind was racing as a million thoughts  flashed into my head of what to expect. I honestly didn't know what it  was going to feel like to have him fill me. I was a little worried he  wouldn't fit, but that didn't matter, because the one thing I did know  was that I never wanted anything so badly in my life.

"Hop on," he growled, and I hesitated. I'd never been on top. Cash was  right. I'd only had sex missionary. I was predictable and boring and so  out of my league right now. I never took control, and I had no idea how  to ride a cock. I also never took off with a strange man, and let him  touch me in a way I've never been touched before.

I came home from college looking for a change. Shaking up my perfect  little life with Cash was exactly what I needed. So, without a moment's  more hesitation, I slowly lowered my throbbing wet pussy down on to his  hard, thick cock. Just as his tip pushed past my entrance, he forcefully  pushed down on my shoulders and impaled me.

Having him fully seated inside me felt like an eruption, as white-hot  currents of electrical shocks pulsed through me, triggering a need so  desperate, so violent I lost total control. I rocked my hips back and  forth, trying to get him deeper, if that were even possible. I wanted to  savor every hard inch and relish in the way it made me feel.

His fingers curled around my hips, and he held me in place, as he thrust  into me over and over. My hands gripped his shoulders frantically,  holding on for the ride, as he destroyed every last bit of my innocence.

"Fuck, Sunshine, you're so goddamned tight," he groaned against my ear  as his big, rough hands clamped onto my thighs, and he pulled me back  and forth to match his intensity.

The rain picked up, pouring down on us, but we didn't let it break our pace. If anything, it urged us to go harder, faster.