I wouldn’t be much of a biker if I couldn’t take a few bruises and scars.”
“ You don’t really want to be a biker.” He turned my face and examined the mark. “Not if it means this.”
“ I want to stay near my mother.” I took a deep breath. “I want to stay near you.” His eyes flickered at me, but he didn’t reply. “And now that I’ve got a taste for driving a motorcycle, well…” I giggled.
“ Oh, God.” He chuckled. “Don’t do something like that again. My old heart can’t take it.” He released my chin. “Well, it looks worse than it is.”
“ I know. We’ve all seen ugly bruises before.”
“ Are you serious about this?” he asked, pointing towards the coat hooks next to the door, where my Prospect jacket hung. “I have influence. I can help make this happen. But not if you’re just doing it for your mom. Or for me. You have to want it.”
“ I don’t know,” I said honestly.
“ Well. Think about it.” He peeled his own jacket off and hung it next to mine. “Now. Take your clothes off.”
My thighs quivered with his gruff words, but I hesitated. “If you leave me hanging any longer I’m going to lose my mind, Nomad.”
His brows furrowed. “Take off your clothes.” I guess he’s not in the mood to argue. Mentally preparing myself to spend the rest of the night abandoned and uncomfortably horny, I stripped in front of him. I had too much built up frustration to have any fun with it. I tore them off and flung them aside, socks and underwear and all, frowning the whole time. I wanted to leap on him and tear his clothes off, too, but settled for clasping my hands behind me.
He shook his head as he unlaced his boots. “That,” he said, “was the most unsexy undressing I’ve ever witnessed. And I’ve been alive a long time. I’m impressed.”
I was already throbbing between my legs. It didn’t seem to matter what he said - anything would have gotten me going in that moment. “Sorry,” I said.
“ What’s wrong?” He kicked his boots away. I just shrugged. “No. Answer me honestly.”
“ I’m frustrated.” I blushed.
“ Why’s that?” He pulled off his belt with a whoosh, then dropped it next to his boots. Next came his dark blue shirt - I licked my lips as I watched him unbutton his way down.
“ You keep leaving me hanging. I’m doing what you said, I haven’t… you know.”
He chuckled. The shirt slid from his shoulders, leaving him in just his jeans and white undershirt. I could see the hard lines of his muscles beneath the white cotton and longed to touch him. “So?”
He wanted me to say it. I blushed; I was still shy about this sort of talk. He seemed to like keeping me off-balance. “I need to come,” I said softly. “Please.”
He smirked. “Beg for it.”
“ Please let me come,” I said, looking at my feet. “I’ll do whatever you want. Anything. Let me prove how bad I need it.” I dropped to my knees and crawled to him. My mind buzzed with doubts - is this what he wants? Am I just making things worse? - but I had to try. I reached him and unzipped his jeans. He wore nothing beneath them - his cock stood free and already hard as I worked his pants open. I’ll bet he was planning on this before he came over. “ Please, let me show you.”
“ Go on.” I couldn’t wait long enough to pull his pants further down. I inhaled deeply, taking in the masculine scents, the smell of just him that had become so familiar. His body stiffened as I took the head of his cock between my parted lips. My tongue swirled around the top of his shaft.
“ That’s it,” he murmured, his voice thick. “Convince me you deserve to come.” I moaned, letting him know I was listening, that this was turning me on. I dragged the flat of my tongue down the underside of his shaft before taking his length further in. I bobbed slowly, savoring the feel of his hot, silky skin dragging along my lips. I worshiped his manhood with slow strokes of my
“ You don’t really want to be a biker.” He turned my face and examined the mark. “Not if it means this.”
“ I want to stay near my mother.” I took a deep breath. “I want to stay near you.” His eyes flickered at me, but he didn’t reply. “And now that I’ve got a taste for driving a motorcycle, well…” I giggled.
“ Oh, God.” He chuckled. “Don’t do something like that again. My old heart can’t take it.” He released my chin. “Well, it looks worse than it is.”
“ I know. We’ve all seen ugly bruises before.”
“ Are you serious about this?” he asked, pointing towards the coat hooks next to the door, where my Prospect jacket hung. “I have influence. I can help make this happen. But not if you’re just doing it for your mom. Or for me. You have to want it.”
“ I don’t know,” I said honestly.
“ Well. Think about it.” He peeled his own jacket off and hung it next to mine. “Now. Take your clothes off.”
My thighs quivered with his gruff words, but I hesitated. “If you leave me hanging any longer I’m going to lose my mind, Nomad.”
His brows furrowed. “Take off your clothes.” I guess he’s not in the mood to argue. Mentally preparing myself to spend the rest of the night abandoned and uncomfortably horny, I stripped in front of him. I had too much built up frustration to have any fun with it. I tore them off and flung them aside, socks and underwear and all, frowning the whole time. I wanted to leap on him and tear his clothes off, too, but settled for clasping my hands behind me.
He shook his head as he unlaced his boots. “That,” he said, “was the most unsexy undressing I’ve ever witnessed. And I’ve been alive a long time. I’m impressed.”
I was already throbbing between my legs. It didn’t seem to matter what he said - anything would have gotten me going in that moment. “Sorry,” I said.
“ What’s wrong?” He kicked his boots away. I just shrugged. “No. Answer me honestly.”
“ I’m frustrated.” I blushed.
“ Why’s that?” He pulled off his belt with a whoosh, then dropped it next to his boots. Next came his dark blue shirt - I licked my lips as I watched him unbutton his way down.
“ You keep leaving me hanging. I’m doing what you said, I haven’t… you know.”
He chuckled. The shirt slid from his shoulders, leaving him in just his jeans and white undershirt. I could see the hard lines of his muscles beneath the white cotton and longed to touch him. “So?”
He wanted me to say it. I blushed; I was still shy about this sort of talk. He seemed to like keeping me off-balance. “I need to come,” I said softly. “Please.”
He smirked. “Beg for it.”
“ Please let me come,” I said, looking at my feet. “I’ll do whatever you want. Anything. Let me prove how bad I need it.” I dropped to my knees and crawled to him. My mind buzzed with doubts - is this what he wants? Am I just making things worse? - but I had to try. I reached him and unzipped his jeans. He wore nothing beneath them - his cock stood free and already hard as I worked his pants open. I’ll bet he was planning on this before he came over. “ Please, let me show you.”
“ Go on.” I couldn’t wait long enough to pull his pants further down. I inhaled deeply, taking in the masculine scents, the smell of just him that had become so familiar. His body stiffened as I took the head of his cock between my parted lips. My tongue swirled around the top of his shaft.
“ That’s it,” he murmured, his voice thick. “Convince me you deserve to come.” I moaned, letting him know I was listening, that this was turning me on. I dragged the flat of my tongue down the underside of his shaft before taking his length further in. I bobbed slowly, savoring the feel of his hot, silky skin dragging along my lips. I worshiped his manhood with slow strokes of my
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