Devil's Fall: Dust Bowl Devils MC by Britten Thorne

tensed. “It’s okay if you are. We’re not going to. Not today.” He let his lips brush against her ear as he spoke. “I want you to just imagine it, though.” He pressed his cock against her hip, just for a brief moment, and nearly chuckled at the hitch in her breath. “Think about it. How fucking big and hard it is. How it would feel, sliding in and out of you.”
    Breathing heavily next to her ear, he grunted, softly at first. He let his breathing hitch, then grunted a fraction louder. And then again, with the rhythm of his movements, just a hint of the sounds of the throes of sex and passion. He knew the effect a few well-timed vocalizations could have - nothing loud or over-the-top porny, just soft grunts and growls from deep in his chest that told her how turned on by her he was.
    He let her feel the heat of his breath again, then inhaled sharply and groaned at her own scent, losing himself in the moment. Don’t fuck up. He was beginning to wonder if she was right - if he was having no effect at all. Maybe he’d misread her and she wasn’t the least bit attracted to him. Then why hasn’t she gotten off the floor? He brushed his cheek against hers, rough stubble against soft skin.
    A quiet, keening sound escaped her throat. Victory.

 
     
    Staring into the mirror after dying her hair was like looking at a different person. He’d been right about that much. But it shouldn’t have changed her entire personality; it shouldn’t have cracked that willpower, that self-control she took such pride in. So why was that noise coming out of her mouth? Where had her composure gone? For fuck’s sake, they were both fully dressed, he hadn’t even kissed her, what the hell?
    She felt more than heard his triumphant chuckle. He sure was full of himself. It should have been a turn-off, but it wasn’t, not at all. She couldn’t believe how turned on she was; her whole body was humming, waiting. Talking to him through the bathroom door had been one of the most erotic experiences of her life, despite the fact that she’d been sure he was only mocking her at the time. She shouldn’t be feeling such a loss of control over that. But goddamn, that voice, those sounds he’s making…
    He pressed a finger to her lips. “What are you doing?” she mumbled. She really ought to release her grip on his thick, firm forearms and push him away and get herself up off the floor but her body was not obeying her wishes.
    “What I promised,” he growled, “Gonna make you come. Not even gonna undress you. But you have to work for it.” He pressed more insistently against her lips. She let the digit slide inside her mouth, figuring it would buy her a few minutes to try to clear her head. He nuzzled against her neck, his stubble abrasive and his breath hot. “Work for it,” he repeated. Tentatively, she slid her tongue against his fingertip. I guess I’m doing this. He pressed his lips against her neck in reply, slowly parting them to taste her sensitive skin. The wet heat of his mouth had a drugging effect on her - as he trailed open-mouthed kisses up towards her ear, she found herself sinking, losing herself to the sensations. Instinct took over as she sucked his finger, caressing it with a firm touch before twirling her tongue teasingly around the tip. He removed that digit with a groan before replacing it with another, which she devoured hungrily.
    She froze up as intense desire pooled at her core and took her breath away. How was he doing this to her? “Harder,” he growled, and she did as he said, sucking his finger as deeply as she could. This should not be such a turn-on. When she released him and grazed the digit with her teeth, his breathing hitched.
    He shifted quickly. His mouth was on hers in an instant, and the effect was electric. She was enveloped by his heat. Pure animal instinct made the moan rise in her throat, made her arms wrap around the back of his neck. She fought to keep her body quiet and composed, but he