Hammer (Heartlands Motorcycle Club #9) - Dani Wyatt Page 0,11
girl. A woman. The guys in the club give me shit all the time, because I never go after any tail. Even Wrath, the club pastor, gave me shit, wondering if I was a virgin.
I let them talk. I’m no virgin but it’s been long enough I might re-qualify at this point.
We stay like that for a few minutes. Me touching her slowly, exploring, while her body moves with my fingers. I slip my other hand up across her belly, under the soft cloth of her t-shirt, then push her bra up, letting the soft full flesh fill my hand.
All the times I’ve jerked off thinking of this, touching her, hearing her sounds, were nothing in comparison to the real thing—even in the closet of a low-rent laundromat.
I keep my pace slow, because the smallest bit of control I have left is slipping through my fingers. I roll her hard nipple between my thumb and forefinger, pinching as I press her clit with the flat of my hand, pulsing the tip of my middle finger into her heaven and listening to the soft wet sounds coming from the movement.
Rational thought has disappeared. It’s all about her now. I grind against her ass, moving her body with mine in time with the strokes of my hands until she’s riding me, taking what she wants, and I’ve never seen anything sexier.
“That’s it. You are a dirty girl. Ride my hand, take what you need.” I grit into her ear as she moans and rocks faster, faster.
Her hands on the top of the box turn to small fists. My forearm steadies her with my hand on her tits, squeezing and milking while my finger pushes in farther, then out, her body soaking me, easing the way inside.
Her walls suck me in, tightening then releasing, over and over, until her body is heaving and I dry hump her ass like some feral dog.
Jesus, I won’t be able to stop. I’m losing all control.
“God, I can’t, oh my God…” She flings her head back, nearly smacking me in the face, so I pull her tighter against me. Moving my fingers faster as she fucks her body back into me and my balls feel like lead weights, full of the cum I want to spread over her. Inside her. Down her throat.
“Let it go.” I growl as she sucks in a long breath, holding it, and I feel her insides clench. “Now. Give it to me.”
“Oh fuck.” She whispers as I dig my fingertips into the flesh of her breast, fucking against her until her voice breaks and her inner walls lock my finger inside her, and she gushes a river into my palm.
As she shakes against me, the orgasm I’ve been holding back since she walked in here tonight lets loose. I practically fucking howl as cum bursts from my dick with such force, it just might blow a hole through the front of my jeans.
We stand there, grunting and moaning, my chest to her back, both of us fully clothed still, but I’ve never felt closer to anyone before.
This girl has something over me, and as much as I’ve tried to resist, I’m done.
She’s mine.
I’m hers.
And we are far from friends with benefits.
Chapter 6
Hammer
“Hammer.” Her voice is soft as I withdraw my hand from her pussy, my other moving to her waist and spinning her to face me.
“Yeah,” I say absently, bringing my slick fingers to her lips and glossing them with her release.
“Stop.” Her hand comes to my wrist and I freeze, my fingers on the pouty, plumpest part of her bottom lip.
“I don’t want to stop.” I pause, because I want her to be sure she can trust me. “I’ll never force you. I’d never force anyone. Do you really want me to stop?”
“Yes. I mean, no.” She shakes her head, bringing a hand to press between her eyebrows.
“Robin.” I lower my fingers under her chin, pushing up so she’s looking at me. “You just made me cum in my fucking pants. I’ve never done that. Never.”
“Well, I’m sorry?”
I snap my tongue in my cheek and see the flicker in her eyes. The cum-drunk look on her face has me and my cock still at attention, and I know I not only want more, I need more.
“Are you? Are you really sorry?” I lick my lips, her scent drifting in the air between us, and I bring my lips lower. “I’ve wanted to know what you taste like since the first day