Kings of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #1) - Caroline Peckham ,Susanne Valenti Page 0,185

spattered chest.

“Keep your left hand steady,” I instructed, lowering our speed a little more as I took my left hand from the handlebars and moved it to her waist. The bike swerved predictably and she gasped as she fought to straighten it.

“What are you doing?”

“Showing you how much I enjoyed our date.” I found the button on her pants and popped it open before sliding her fly open too.

“Kyan,” she breathed in warning but she was panting now and I knew that ache. The high of the fight. She wanted this release as badly as I wanted to give it to her.

“You can give me the orders if it makes you feel better about it,” I purred as my fingers teased the top edge of her panties.

It was damn hard to keep an eye on the road, but it was hot as fuck too and I wasn’t stopping unless she told me to.

Her silence echoed between us, the growl of my bike the only sound to be heard.

“Tell me if you want me to, baby,” I pressed, my stubble grazing against her neck and making her shiver.

“Fuck,” she cursed like she’d always known she’d end up here and had been hoping she could avoid it. But we both knew she couldn’t. We’d been dancing around each other since we’d first laid eyes on one another. And she might hate me, but she wanted me too.

“Yes,” she breathed. “Touch me.”

I growled at her order, more than happy to follow it as I pushed my hand inside her panties, my fingers gliding down until they met with her hot, wet pussy and I was groaning again.

“Do you have any idea how much I’ve wanted you at my mercy like this?” I asked as I circled my fingers around her opening, stroking her clit slowly and savouring the way she shivered against me.

She was completely immobilised as she fought to keep the bike straight, her thighs parted over the saddle and her ass grinding against my dick. She couldn’t move at all. She was mine. And for once I could tell she wanted to be.

“Stop teasing me, Kyan,” she panted as I circled my fingers again and I smiled at her command as I pushed two fingers deep inside of her. I had big hands and I knew exactly how to use them to pull her limb from limb.

Tatum moaned as I pumped my fingers and the bike swerved as she fought to maintain control of it. We were only going at about fifty now, but it would still hurt like a bitch if we fell.

“Keep us steady, baby,” I reminded her just as I my thumb found her clit and I started circling in time with my thrusts.

She rocked her hips as she moaned, her body tightening around me as I kept up the torment, owning every piece of her in that moment.

“More,” she ordered. “Fuck, Kyan-”

I moved faster and my dick chaffed against my fly as it ached to join in. I wanted to pull over and fuck her over the handlebars until we both forgot our names, but I wasn’t going to. She wasn’t ready for that yet. She needed to take something from me now, not give it.

The bike swerved more violently and my heart leapt as I teased her clit, circling it perfectly so that her moans drowned out the sound of the engine.

“More,” she demanded again and I growled as I moved my hand harder, my mouth dropping to her neck as I kissed and bit her, sucking hard enough to give her a hicky.

The dark road stretched away ahead of us and it was damn hard to keep my eyes on it. My gaze kept dipping to take in the view down her shirt as she leaned back against me and I was gifted a view of that lace bra as her nipples strained through the thin layers of material. I wanted to release my grip on the right handlebar too and touch her more and I would have done it if I wasn’t sure she’d have us in a ditch within seconds.

I kept moving my fingers in that perfect rhythm and she rocked her hips into the movement, riding my hand as she moaned and demanded more.

I didn’t think I’d ever denied myself like this before, given something like this and gotten so damn much in return without her so much as stroking my cock. The Night Keeper stuff may have all been bullshit and