Steel My Soul (Motorcycle Club Romance) (Sons of Steel Motorcycle Club Book 4) by Vivian Lux Page A
Authors: Vivian Lux
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possessively, holding me still so that he could kiss me more deeply.
He broke the kiss with a growl and reached into his pocket, throwing a twenty-dollar bill on to the table and grabbing my hand. "That's way too much money," I squeaked as he pulled me to his side of the table.
"Don't give a fuck," he rumbled. "Need you now." He pulled me to him so that I landed on his lap, and held me there, pressing his desire against me and gathering my curls into his fist. "Now," he repeated, his breath in my ear as he licked and sucked my neck.
I forgot we were in public. I forgot that Sal was five feet away. I forgot everything except how Crash made me feel, how he opened parts of me that had been locked away for so long. Parts of me I never even knew were missing.
I clutched at him with my thighs, grinding my sex into him, those few centimeters of fabric the only thing that stood between ecstasy and me. He growled again, swearing under his breath.
"Let's go back to my place," I urged him as he crushed me against his chest.
"Can't wait that long."
I grabbed my purse and practically sprinted to the door, Crash in hot pursuit behind me. The winter air hit my flaming cheeks like a bucket of icy water.
Crash grabbed me from behind, pulling me against him again. I moaned, arching my back to reach his lips again, and I felt his fingers delving below the waistband of my jeans. "There are people around," I groaned as he found my clit.
He yanked me back into the shadows behind the bar, a dark alleyway by the dumpster, out of sight of the parking lot. I yelped as he threw me against the brick wall, pinning my arms above my head with one hand while with the other he unfastened my jeans
The cold air hit my thighs as he yanked them down, pulling them right over my boots. He sank to his knees before me, shoving my panties to the side. That first flick of his tongue sent me backwards, flat against the brick wall. He growled, moving his head, burrowing into my cleft, then growled again. "Fuck it," he snarled, then lifted my legs up over his shoulders. "There we go," he sighed, sinking his tongue into my pussy.
I gasped, half in surprise, half in frantic ecstasy. He had me pinned against the wall, my whole body weight on his shoulders, his fingers sunk deep into my ass cheeks as he licked and sucked at my clit like a starving man. "Holy...fuck..." I gritted out, clutching his shorn head. There was no stopping the freight train. He wrenched the orgasm out of me by force, a guttural cry tearing from my throat, drowning out his own rumbling growls of pleasure.
I had barely finished coming before he pulled away. I sank forward onto his chest. "Crash. Now," I shuddered.
"Hang on baby, I'm getting the rubber on."
"Now!" I demanded, grabbing his cock.
He whirled me around against the wall. When I felt the sharp upward thrust of his unsheathed cock, I almost stopped him. But it felt too damn good to feel him there, the real him, the smooth, silky skin of his cock as he impaled me from behind. He reached around my throat, bending me back to kiss him as he pumped into me hard and fast. When his fingers found my clit, I exploded again, moaning into his mouth.
"Fuck, aw fuck Gabi, God you got me all crazy, fuck," he panted as I ground myself back into him, "shit, we need to stop, baby girl, stop, I'm gonna blow...."
He yanked himself free with a savage moan. I whirled around and sank to my knees just as he came, closing my lips around him. He gave a moan of appreciation and sank his hands into my hair.
"Shit honey, I'm sorry, I should have warned you," he moaned as he shuddered to a stop.
I stood back up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "I wanted to," I told him. Then I kissed him, hard. He tasted like me and I tasted like him. "Okay. Now let's go to my place?"
He nodded and followed me home.
When we fell into bed once more, it felt different. For the first time we did something that I could almost call making love . It was slower.
He broke the kiss with a growl and reached into his pocket, throwing a twenty-dollar bill on to the table and grabbing my hand. "That's way too much money," I squeaked as he pulled me to his side of the table.
"Don't give a fuck," he rumbled. "Need you now." He pulled me to him so that I landed on his lap, and held me there, pressing his desire against me and gathering my curls into his fist. "Now," he repeated, his breath in my ear as he licked and sucked my neck.
I forgot we were in public. I forgot that Sal was five feet away. I forgot everything except how Crash made me feel, how he opened parts of me that had been locked away for so long. Parts of me I never even knew were missing.
I clutched at him with my thighs, grinding my sex into him, those few centimeters of fabric the only thing that stood between ecstasy and me. He growled again, swearing under his breath.
"Let's go back to my place," I urged him as he crushed me against his chest.
"Can't wait that long."
I grabbed my purse and practically sprinted to the door, Crash in hot pursuit behind me. The winter air hit my flaming cheeks like a bucket of icy water.
Crash grabbed me from behind, pulling me against him again. I moaned, arching my back to reach his lips again, and I felt his fingers delving below the waistband of my jeans. "There are people around," I groaned as he found my clit.
He yanked me back into the shadows behind the bar, a dark alleyway by the dumpster, out of sight of the parking lot. I yelped as he threw me against the brick wall, pinning my arms above my head with one hand while with the other he unfastened my jeans
The cold air hit my thighs as he yanked them down, pulling them right over my boots. He sank to his knees before me, shoving my panties to the side. That first flick of his tongue sent me backwards, flat against the brick wall. He growled, moving his head, burrowing into my cleft, then growled again. "Fuck it," he snarled, then lifted my legs up over his shoulders. "There we go," he sighed, sinking his tongue into my pussy.
I gasped, half in surprise, half in frantic ecstasy. He had me pinned against the wall, my whole body weight on his shoulders, his fingers sunk deep into my ass cheeks as he licked and sucked at my clit like a starving man. "Holy...fuck..." I gritted out, clutching his shorn head. There was no stopping the freight train. He wrenched the orgasm out of me by force, a guttural cry tearing from my throat, drowning out his own rumbling growls of pleasure.
I had barely finished coming before he pulled away. I sank forward onto his chest. "Crash. Now," I shuddered.
"Hang on baby, I'm getting the rubber on."
"Now!" I demanded, grabbing his cock.
He whirled me around against the wall. When I felt the sharp upward thrust of his unsheathed cock, I almost stopped him. But it felt too damn good to feel him there, the real him, the smooth, silky skin of his cock as he impaled me from behind. He reached around my throat, bending me back to kiss him as he pumped into me hard and fast. When his fingers found my clit, I exploded again, moaning into his mouth.
"Fuck, aw fuck Gabi, God you got me all crazy, fuck," he panted as I ground myself back into him, "shit, we need to stop, baby girl, stop, I'm gonna blow...."
He yanked himself free with a savage moan. I whirled around and sank to my knees just as he came, closing my lips around him. He gave a moan of appreciation and sank his hands into my hair.
"Shit honey, I'm sorry, I should have warned you," he moaned as he shuddered to a stop.
I stood back up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "I wanted to," I told him. Then I kissed him, hard. He tasted like me and I tasted like him. "Okay. Now let's go to my place?"
He nodded and followed me home.
When we fell into bed once more, it felt different. For the first time we did something that I could almost call making love . It was slower.
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