tenderly leans against mine, his nose grazing my own as he stares at me intently. “Let me take you to my room, Gem. I wanna make you feel good.”
I flick my eyes at the members behind him, then at the darkened clubhouse. There’re lights on behind the bar and around the room, but they’re dimmed. With the night sky in full force, it brought a shadow of privacy we don’t usually have during the day. I press a chaste kiss to his lips, pausing to nibble on his plump bottom lip. I suggestively whisper against his mouth, “Or you could take me here.”
His head moves to my throat as he tucks closer into me and rasps. “You have any fuckin’ idea what that thought does to me?” he growls, sending a shiver of delight through my body. “Every brother in this joint will be jealous of what I have, of what belongs to me.”
His proclamation has me wanting him to go through with my request even more than I did when I’d said it. I don’t know why the idea came to me at all, but it’s too late to take it back now. “I don’t care about any other person in this room, but you,” I manage to gasp out as he bites at the flesh behind my ear.
Ripper’s chest rumbles with approval. He likes knowing that I only want him. His beefy arms wrap around me tightly and in the next moment he has me across the room, pressed up against the far wall. The others have the perfect seats to watch him pin me in place, shove my skirt up my hips and press his jean clad cock against my core. “Fuck,” he groans. “If you want to go to the room, you tell me now. If you don’t say anything, I’m sliding in this pussy here and now.”
My chest heaves. I’m panting with the depth of what’s happening. His hardness presses into my clit, making me go cross-eyed at the sensation. “Please,” escapes me on a whimper. He loves when I ask nicely for his cock.
“Mm, you gonna beg for it, Gem? You start saying please like that, and I’m never taking my cock outta you.”
A giggle breaks free. “You say that like it’s a bad thing, like it’s supposed to be a threat.”
“Fuck, babe. Why do you have to be so fuckin’ perfect that I don’t wanna let you go, hm?”
My head tilts at him going from sexy to demanding to sweet. Yeah, he’s a bastard biker, but he has his moments with me. “Don’t let me go, Ripper, at least not yet.”
He nods. “I can do that,” he promises and slides my panties to the side. He works his cock into my opening. I’m scatterbrained. When did he unzip his pants? Or maybe he just shoved them down amid his sweet words? I don’t know, nor does it matter. What does, is that I want him an insane amount.
“Stop stalling, Prez,” I murmur, and it tips him over the edge. He slams into me, making me call out his name.
The brothers hoot and holler behind us, loving every minute of this. I can’t argue; I think it’s pretty great myself. My hands move to his chest, wanting to feel his skin, to see it and taste his salty flesh. He has his cut on over his T-shirt, so I know it won’t come off right now like I want. The cut is practically sacred to the Royal Bastards. I’ve learned a lot of little things about the MC and the lifestyle these guys live since coming here. They follow very few rules, but the couple they have, they’re devoted to upholding.
“I’ll show you stalling, you mouthy woman.”
I lean my head back against the wall, closing my eyes and wearing a wide smile. He takes advantage of the position, nipping and sucking on my throat. He knows what it does to me, especially when he’s inside my hot center. Having him pressed up against me like this, his frame flexed with his movements is an aphrodisiac in its own. Ripper is full of pent up power and when he’s fucking, it’s like he can finally unleash some of it.
“Harder,” I beg loudly, and his hips piston forward with a jolt. His groin rubs against my pussy in the best type of way. “Oh, yes!” I don’t attempt to hold myself back, he deserves to have all of me whether we have an audience or not.