Royally Claimed - By Marie Donovan Page 0,47
to bring her breathing under control and waved a hand.
He didn’t believe her. “Let me see your face.” He popped off her helmet. “You’re all flushed, and your eyes are hazy.”
“I’m fine.” She just wanted to get back to the boat and have her wicked way with him.
A devilish smile spread across her face and he unzipped her jacket. “Your nipples are hard, Julia.” He ran his palm over each breast. “And if I were to touch here, would you be wet?” He slipped his fingers along the center seam of her jeans. “Soaking wet. I think our bumpy ride turned you on.”
Her face flushed even hotter. “Get me to the boat and you’ll find out.”
“No, I think I’ll find out here.” He unbuttoned her shirt and flipped open the front clasp of her bra. The cool woodsy air tightened her nipples into hard little buds.
“Frank.” She half gasped, half moaned at the sensation of the breeze on her bare skin. “What if someone comes?”
He backed her up so she rested against a big tree. “I hope more than one person comes,” he joked, bending to take her into his mouth, and then all joking was finished. His mouth was hot and wet, like a mineral spring bubbling around her. He licked and nibbled at each swollen tip. She cried out and clutched his head with one hand and the tree with another.
He chuckled and slid his hand between her legs, rubbing at the damp fabric, pressing the thick seam up into her throbbing flesh. Shockingly, she started to climax from just that stimulation in addition to the bike’s vibration. She tried to fight it, wanted to wait, but he rubbed harder and sucked her breast deep, pinching the other nipple as she came. Her head fell back and she moaned in pleasure.
He finally slowed and looked up at her. “God, you’re beautiful. And so sexy. I bet you were almost ready to come on that bike, weren’t you?”
She nodded, her face red with embarrassment and desire. Despite her climax, she was still wound up, still on edge.
He stood, his jeans bulging in the front. “And you’re ready to come again, aren’t you?”
“Frank.” His name came out in a strangled groan, and he laughed.
“How would you like it this time, Julia?” He rested his hands on either side of her face. “Do you want me to take you against the tree? Or do you want me to lie down so you can ride me like the bike? You pick.”
“But Frank, are you sure we’re alone out here?”
He stopped and listened. The birdsong had returned after the noise of the engine disappeared, and there were no other sounds to indicate company. “Nobody but us.” He kissed her, cupping her breast until she arched against his palm. “Tell me, sweet Julia—the tree, or like the motorcycle?”
“The bike.” She blushed again. It was dangerous and naughty to do this, not too far off the road. But, oh, was it sexy.
“Good.” He pulled a folded picnic blanket off the back of the motorcycle and spread it on the ground. Her legs were still wobbly, so she waited for him to return. She kicked off her shoes and he undid her jeans, pulling them off but leaving her tiny black satin panties on.
Julia took off the heavy jacket and her blouse and bra, setting them aside. Frank picked up the jacket. “Wear this.”
She slipped into the jacket and started to zip it, but he stopped her. “Leave it open. I want to see your pretty white tits against the black leather. If you’re a good girl, you can ride back to the boat like that, your nipples rubbing the leather.”
Her knees almost buckled again and he gave her a wicked smirk. His jeans came off quickly and she saw how he strained against his briefs. She reached into the waistband and freed his hard cock as he groaned with relief. “That’s it, Julia. I’ve been aching for you for hours.”
She wrapped her fingers around him, marveling again at his length and heft. He was dark brown with ropy veins struggling along his shaft, his head a deep plum, engorged with blood. As she gently squeezed him, a silvery bead formed on the tip.
Impulsively, she dropped to her knees on the picnic blanket and flicked the droplet with her tongue. He let out an agonized moan, his fingers digging into her scalp. “No, no, no. Oh, not that. I won’t be able to—”
She cut off his