Nicky (Fallen Gliders MC Book 1) Page 4

  “Give me another, little girl.” He pinched both my nipple and clit at the same time, and I screamed as another climax tore through me, sending another gush of cum over his cock. My body jerked in his hold, and he squeezed me tight, his hard length buried deep, still unmoving.

  “Fuck me,” I cried, my nails digging into his forearms. “Please, Nicky. Move!”

  He sank his teeth into my neck and he obliged me, pulling out to the head and plowing back into me with a grunt.

  I held on for dear life, unable to move even if I’d wanted to as Nicky took what he wanted, his steel-like cock slamming into me, over and over, with a controlled yet wild ferocity I’d never experienced before.

  His vise grip squeezed the breath from me. “Fuck!” He hollered and shuddered with release, and for the first time ever, I wished condoms weren’t necessary. I wanted to feel his hot cum shooting deep inside of my pussy.

  “Goddamn, Mel,” he growled against my neck, his thrusts slowing until he held me still in his arms. “Fuck.”

  Smiling and limp as a wet noodle, I enjoyed the rush of blood ringing in my ears and euphoric tingles spreading through my limbs.

  “Did I hurt you?” Nicky asked, pulling out but still holding me upright.

  I’d never felt so damn empty. I smiled and shook my head even though I expected I’d be a little sore come morning. “That was fucking fantastic,” I said with a sigh, still smiling. He slowly released me, and I swayed forward, taking two trembling steps to grab the bar. “Holy shit.”

  “You okay?” he asked.

  I slumped on a stool and rested my hot forehead on the cool wood of the bar. “Better than okay. Damn.” Unable to move, I sat and listened as he zipped back up and made his way through the darkness to the bathroom a few feet away.

  My breathing slowed, and I sighed again.

  “Here.” Nicky pressed a warm, wet cloth into my hand. “I’ll get your panties.”

  “Add them to your collection,” I said with a light laugh as a low rumble from the passing storm rattled the old windows yet again.

  “I don’t have a collection,” Nicky grumbled.

  “Surely you jest,” I teased. “With a weapon like that, and all those women available to you at your club…”

  “The whores at the club didn’t interest me much.”

  “Too bad for them,” I said as a shiver rippled over me. “They missed out.”

  “Want your jeans?”

  “Too damn beat to pull them on. I’ll just head upstairs like this.”

  “Upstairs?”

  “My apartment. Door and stairs are through the office.” I heaved a sigh and forced myself upright. The lack of food since my late lunch left me lightheaded. Although a tad overweight and curvier than I’d have liked, I had no issues walking around naked.

  I took my panties and jeans from Nicky, trying to read his face in the dim glow of the streetlight. Backlit, his eyes remained in the shadows. “Why don’t you come on upstairs and I’ll get you a pillow and blankets for the cot.”

  “Lead the way.”

  That damn husky, deep voice… I’d come harder than I ever had—twice—within five minutes, and I wasn’t anywhere near sated.

  I wiped my smeared cum off the stool before making my way back to the office. My hand fumbled in the dark, but I found the switch and flipped it up. Blinding light squinted my eyes. “Shit, that’s bright.”

  Nicky murmured his agreement behind me while shutting the door. “Damn, woman, you’ve got one fine ass.”

  I glanced over my shoulder and wiggled my hips.

  Brow raised, he lifted his gaze to my face. “Keep teasing, and I’ll be taking that next.”

  Unable to help myself, I wiggled again just to see what he’d do.

  His gaze dropped to my backside, and I stood still as he crowded against me, both hands palming my cheeks. “I ought to spank your ass red for taunting me like that.”

  “Mmm.” I pressed against him.

  He stepped back and swatted me. Hard.

  With a yelp, I jolted forward, panties and jeans clutched to my chest.

  Nicky stared at me with enough lust to melt the most frigid woman. Need revved up again between my thighs, and I squeezed them together.

  “You liked that.”

  “Yes,” I replied, my voice breathy.

  He groaned, his gaze dropping. “You’ve got my handprint on your ass, and it looks damn good on you, little girl.”

  With a come-hither smirk, I turned away and made sure to put a little extra sway in my hips while crossing the office to the door leading upstairs. “Coming?” I asked while pulling the door open.

  Another groan was the only answer I got.

  Nicky

  Mel was unlike any woman I’d met, and I knew, without doubt, she’d be the death of me. Having a heart attack while fucking had to be the best way to go, and if she wanted to push me to that end, I was on board.

  I followed her up the creaking stairs, leaning toward her ass and breathing in the scent of her. Sweet, yet musky. I remembered the taste of her, and my cock stirred as though I’d gone back to being a teenager again, insatiable and ready to fuck at the drop of a dime.

  She unlocked the door at the top and stepped back, motioning me in. “It isn’t much, but it’s all mine, rent-free. Make yourself at home while I go clean up.”

  The tiny kitchen we’d entered gave way to a living room with a faded yet comfortable-looking couch. The coffee and end tables had seen better days, but the TV in the corner was new.

  Mel disappeared behind one of two doors, and I sat on the couch, leaning back to ease my cock straining against my leathers. I’d gone pretty hard on her downstairs and didn’t want to push, leaving her sore and possibly hesitant about getting with me again, because Christ, did I want her. Every way possible, as often as possible until my legs or heart gave out.

  She waltzed into the living room, a silk robe wrapped around her curves.

  I whistled. “Tell me you’re naked beneath that.”

  “I’m naked beneath this,” she murmured, straddling me.

  Grasping her hips and tugging her against my cock, I stared at the hard pebbles I wanted to lick hidden by silk. “You know your mind, don’t you?”

  “Pretty sure I can read yours, too.” Mel slipped the robe off her shoulders, and I moved forward, closing my mouth around a nipple. With a groan, she slid her fingers through my hair and held me tight against her chest as I nibbled and licked. “Your whiskers feel amazing on my skin,” she said, grinding her pussy against me.

  I grabbed her ass and kneaded a few times before slipping my hands beneath the silk to her skin. Over and around, I mapped her curves, my fingertips gliding down over her puckered hole.

  “I want you, Nicky,” she said, pulling my face away from her breasts. “And not just in payment for the bed I’m offering.”

  Her smile brought a chuckle to my lips, and she stared at my lips as a rare smile curved them.

  “You’re gorgeous,” she said, her hand caressing my whiskered jaw, thumb brushing over my lower lip.

  Gray hair, wrinkles at the corners of my eyes … I didn’t know what the fuck she saw in me, but I wasn’t about to complain. I grasped the back of her head and yanked her down, taking her mouth. Tasting every inch, breathing in her sweet breath, drinking in her light.

  “Bedroom,” she whispered, the second I let off her mouth.

  I held her close and stood up, and she grasped at my biceps.

  “Damn, you’re ripped…”

  “For an old fart,” I finished for her while turning toward the only other door in the apartment.

  She swatted my shoulder. “I was not going to say that.”

  “Thought it, though.”

  “Did not.”

  I pushed in the cracked-open door with my foot, not bothering with light. Enough shone in from the living room that I could make out the queen-sized bed directly in front of me. I tossed her onto the mattress, and sh
e squeaked, her breasts bouncing.

  “Take off the robe,” I said, struggling to get my boots off.

  Mel took her damn time with the knot at her waist before tossing the robe aside. Naked as a fucking jay, she sprawled out, legs spread, propping her upper body on her elbows. Her gaze honed in on my fingers as I unsnapped my leathers and pushed them down.

  My cock jutted free, and I wrapped my hand around my length, sliding down to the base. While I wanted to bury myself in the pink glistening heat I stared at between her thighs, I wanted her lips on me.

  “To the edge of the bed,” I said, holding my cock out toward her.

  She scooted toward me without hesitation and sat on the edge of the bed, lifting her attention to my face.

  “Suck me.”

  Leathers still encasing my legs to the knees, I closed the distance between us and tapped the head of my cock against her parted lips.

  Her pink tongue flicked out, swiping the bead of pre-cum off me. “Mmm,” she moaned, licking again as though hungry for more.

  “Open up, little girl.”

  She opened her mouth and took me deep into her wet heat, her tongue lathing along my length.

  “Fuck.” Her lips wrapped around me, cheeks hollowing as she sucked, backing off. “Goddamn, Mel.” She moved back toward me, and I fought the urge to shove my cock against the back of her throat.

  Giving control over wasn’t something I did often. Hell, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d allowed a woman to suck me on her terms. I normally took what I wanted, how I wanted.

  I wrapped my hands in her long, dark hair but allowed her to lead. Lips, tongue, and grazing teeth took me to the edge a hell of a lot faster than I expected. With a groan, I pulled away, her mouth popping off me.

  My cock glistened with her saliva, bobbing with the need to bury deep again. Mel stared up at me, her whiskey-brown eyes wide and full of want.

  I needed to fuck her face to face, watch her eyes as she came, but I wanted her ass squeezing my cock. Been wanting that very thing since first laying eyes on her generous backside. I’d hoped to get lucky and planned for it.

  “Lay back.”

  Mel did as told, and I yanked off my leathers, pulling the packet of lube and another condom from my pocket.

  I crawled between her thighs, and she lifted her hips toward me as I dipped my head down, breathing her musky scent deep into my lungs. Settling onto my stomach, I licked her asshole and up through her sopping pussy. Her tangy sweetness filled my mouth, and I dove in for another long lick, swallowing down every trace of her arousal I could find.

  “Oh, my God,” she whimpered, her fingernails digging into my scalp and heels digging into my back.

  Gaze on her face, I blew across her extended clit and closed my lips over the nub.

  Eyelids fluttering shut, she tipped her head back with a deep moan, her thighs squeezing the sides of my head and muffling my hearing.

  Better than any damn whiskey, I thought, lapping up the wetness dripping from her pussy. Smooth and addictive.

  I kissed my way up over her soft curls, thankful she didn’t shave like women seemed to think all men wanted. Nothing like a real woman, unapologetic in her owning her body in its natural state.

  Our lips met in a rush, and she moaned into my mouth, her tongue curling along mine as though getting off on her own taste lingering on mine. I fucking sank beneath the surface of Mel, losing myself in the feel of her soft skin beneath my hands, on my chest, cradling my length as I slid up through her soaked folds.

  The temptation to just push right into her tight heat—fuck the condom—rushed through me, and I forced myself to back off, rising to my knees between her thighs. I grabbed the damn condom, rolled it on, and ripped off the top of the lube packet with my teeth.

  Mel started to roll over, but I stopped her with a hand on her hip. “I want to see your face when I take your ass.”

  She licked her lower lip and nodded, pulling her feet up to rest on the mattress beside her ass.

  I squirted some lube on my cock and worked myself over a few times. “Have you done this before?” I asked, wanting to know how gentle I needed to be.

  “Anal, yes, but not face to face.”

  “Just relax,” I said, smearing the rest of the lube on my fingers, “and tell me to stop if you need me to.”

  Lower lip between her teeth, she nodded, her head falling back as I rimmed her hole. I slipped one finger past her ring of muscles, pressing in and out, lubing her up good for my throbbing cock.

  “Feel good, little girl?” I asked, pressing in deeper.

  “God, yes,” she groaned, her hands fisting the sheet beneath her.

  I pulled out and slid in a second finger. “You’re so fucking tight. I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.”

  She gasped as I pressed in as far as I could and rubbed my other thumb over her clit. “I’m going to come.”

  I backed off and lifted her legs, propping her calves on my shoulders. “Not until I’m balls deep inside this sweet ass like I’ve been dreaming of since first laying eyes on you.” Another groan rose from her chest, and I pushed the tip of my cock against her hole. “Relax…” A slow, easy thrust buried a few inches of my cock in her heat, and I pulled out to the head and pressed back in, gaining another inch or so.

  “M-more,” she half sobbed, grasping at my biceps as I planked over her.

  Jaw clenched, I pulled back and rocked in again and again until my drawn-up balls rested against her skin. “Goddamn.” I clenched my eyes shut and breathed, wondering how a woman could make me feel like an inexperienced teenager again. My control slipped, and I shook my head, opening my eyes.

  Mel stared up at me, pupils huge, lips parted. She panted, whiskey-laced breath fanning my face.

  My chest ached like a motherfucker. Death by fucking, or something else? Needing to get the fuck out of my head, I took her mouth and began moving, my tongue in time with my thrusting cock, slow and drawn out movements. Savoring yet plundering.

  Her hips rose to meet me, lifting her backside completely off the bed, and I wrapped my arms around her body, squeezing her legs to her chest. She didn’t complain but reached down to grab my hips. I thrust harder. Faster. Her ass welcomed my length, squeezing and enticing me to give over.

  Sweat beaded my brow and back. I tore my lips from Mel’s and sucked wind as her bed began to squeak beneath us. Every thrust bumped her headboard against her wall and tore a gasp from her lips.

  “I n-need…” She licked her lips and attempted to arch her back, but I held her tight.

  “You want to come, little girl?” I asked with a deep thrust.

  She whimpered and nodded, her nails digging into my ass cheeks.

  “Look at me.”

  Her eyelashes fluttered up, revealing eyes hazed by lust. Passion. Pink flushed her cheeks, making her freckles stand out.

  Fucking beautiful.

  I backed off enough I could reach between our bodies. I pinched her clit between two fingers, and Mel bucked beneath me with a shriek, her head thrown back, tendons prominent in her neck. Fingernails breaking my skin.

  Wetness poured from her pussy down over my cock and balls.

  Fucking mine.

  I closed my eyes and gave over to the orgasm rushing through my body. “Fuck!” I hollered, cum shooting up through my cock, filling the condom, every spurt an explosion of stars behind my eyelids as I thrust like a wild animal. “Fuck,” I growled again, my arms shaking as I slowed. Forehead tipped against hers, I fought to catch my breath, amazed my heart still beat.

  I started to pull out, but she dug her nails into my ass again. “Not yet.”

  Allowing myself to relax, I settled onto my elbows and buried my face in her sweaty neck.

  Mel

  Holy shit.

  Euphoric tingles swept over my body like a gentle wave, and I smiled as Nicky’s whiskers tickled my neck. A fine wine, I’d compared him to. I held back my snort. More like a Glenfid
dich fifty-year-old Scotch only a select few people ever got the privilege of sipping.

  Best lay ever, and fuck was I addicted. No way was I about to let him leave me for the damn cot downstairs. I clung to his body, breathing in pure male and the remnants of whatever warm cologne clung to his skin.

  A sigh rippled down through me, and my muscles gave way, releasing their hold on Nicky.

  His softening cock slipped from my body, leaving me empty yet satisfied. “Be right back,” he grumbled, his voice low.

  I straightened my legs and winced as he slid off the bed. While gymnastics had been fun in grade school, my body didn’t like the idea of bending in ways it wasn’t used to. He’d held me down tight as hell, but I’d been too far gone with lust to care about the fact I could have made out with my knees while he fucked my ass.

  Snickering, I rested on the mattress that seemed to drain the life right out of me. Eyes closed, buzzing in the afterglow of our fucking, I listened as he cleaned up in the bathroom. A few minutes later, the bed dipped, and he lifted one of my legs.

  I reached for the wet cloth in his hand, but he shook his head. “Let me.”

  I’d never had a man care for me like Nicky did, wiping away every trace of cum from my pussy and lube from my ass. “Did I hurt you?” he asked, setting the washcloth on my bed stand.

  “No.” I grabbed his forearm and tugged, needing him beside me.

  He stretched out, and I rolled to my side to face him.

  Sated blue eyes peered into mine, and I ran my fingers along his whiskered jaw, my thumb finding his lower lip, same as before. “Did I hurt you?” I finally asked, breaking the stillness between us.

  “No.” His sweet, whiskey-scented breath brushed over my face, and I leaned up to kiss him.

  Languid strokes of our tongues led to a shuddering sigh.

  “Best damn fuck of my life,” I whispered, finally pulling away.

  He smiled, sending an ache through my chest. Dimples. Flashing teeth. Even his eyes twinkled.

  “You are so damn hot,” I murmured, staring at him.

  His chest vibrated against mine as laughter passed his delicious lips. “You drunk?”