Blazing Hot Bad Boys Boxed Set - A MC Romance Bundle (77 page)

Joseph snarls slightly as Rose begins to cry out with a staccato beat in time with his thrusts as he tries to drive her into another orgasm, but he can’t maintain the pace and stops, gasping for breath. As he pants, thrusting slowly to give him time to catch his breath, Rose looks over her shoulder at him, and smiles… a soft, sexy smile like the ones she used to give him.

She gasps as he slows his furious pounding, the feel of him as he took her with tender violence making her cry out in pleasure. She hadn’t climaxed, but it was still damned intense. He pushes her down again, bending her over the pillows as he pulls himself from her. She doesn’t move, his hand on shoulder indicating his desire for her to remain in her current position. Then she feels the tip of his manhood push at her ass, nudging its way in. She gasps and then tries to relax. She hasn’t allowed anyone enter her ass since Joseph, unwilling to trust any of her other lovers. He pushes in slowly and just as she begins to squint in pain he pulls back slightly, giving her a chance to relax, before pushing in again.

Joseph sighs as he his hips finally touches Rose’s ass, his manhood buried deep inside her. It had taken several tries, and some saliva for lubrication, before she could take him all the way in. She is so incredibly tight! He begins to slowly move, not wishing to hurt her, watching her face for signs of pain or discomfort. As her face twists in erotic anguish she clamps down on him with vice-like tightness, causing him to throw his head back, taking his turn to open his mouth in a silent scream of pleasure. 

Rose, with breasts and face pressed to the bed as Joseph slowly moves within her, reaches back and touches herself, pressing first one, then two fingers into her womanhood, touching her sweet spot. She shudders hard, nodding her head against the bed in approval, her eyes closed as Joseph takes her slowly, his hands on her hips to hold her in place.

He had thought he was well away from his orgasm, but the tightness of Rose is pushing him toward his second release. Having her with him again had allowed him to recover fairly quickly from his first climax, but another orgasm will finish him. With a groan he begins to push back against the orgasm that is stalking him.

Rose can feel her climax coming and it is going to be biblical in power. She begins to keen as she increases the power of her strokes, the feel of Joseph’s cock in her ass as she fingers herself lighting her up, her nerves singing with the power of the coming orgasm.

Joseph begins to thrust harder, sensing Rose’s approaching orgasm. As her whimper slowly increases in volume, her face twists, almost as if in pain as she pistons her fingers frantically… and then she begins to wail. He feels a small splash of liquid on his balls and legs as she begins to thrash uncontrollably before pushing hard back into him and becoming still as she groans low and deep.

“Did you come?” she sighs after a moment of stillness.

“No,” he replies quietly.

“Oh, God,” she breathes then laughs softly. “I need a minute to recover. Fuck… I haven’t come that hard in a long,
long,
time.”

He slowly pulls himself out of her and rolls onto his back, Rose following and snuggling into his arms. “Are you going to come again?” she asks after a moment.

“I don’t know. Maybe.”

She kisses him on the chest then give him a soft pat. “Go clean yourself up. Then come back and we’ll finish this.”

He rolls her onto her back, kisses her lustily, and tumbles out of bed, her smile as they part full of promise. In the bath, Joseph takes the still damp cloth from his morning shower and wipes himself clean before tossing it back into the shower and returning to Rose.

“Okay, big man,” she teases as he steps through the door. “You have literally fucked the shit out of me. Now, show me what else you’ve got,” she says, pulling him to her.

As he enters her again, braced up on stiff arms, she locks her ankles behind his back and clamps down, squeezing him between her legs as she pulls down on his neck, remembering how he likes it when she would hold him tightly like this. He begins to pump his hips, slowly at first, but with rapidly increasing tempo. She isn’t going to come again, that last mind-shredder finishing her off. But that doesn’t mean this can’t feel so fucking
good!

Having Rose wrap him up like this sends his passions soaring. He can feel his orgasm creeping up on him once again, the feeling lost during the brief interlude while Rose recovered and he cleaned himself up. He forces his head up against her pulling, looking into her face, her expression of lust and joy causing his orgasm to leap closer still.

“Come on baby. I want you to come. I want you to come in me. Please come. Please,” she begs, making her voice as sexy and breathy as possible. This is a game they have played many times, his quiet intensity against her teasing exuberance.

“No…” he whispers, then smiles.

Rose is surprised to hear him speak to her, to deny her request. In the past he would ignore her, rarely speaking to her as they made love, allow her to use words as weapon, to twist him to her will. But then she sees his smile and she smiles back. It seems Mr. Joseph Warner has learned a thing or two in the last seven years. But then, so has she.

“You’re going to come, Joseph. You’re going to come so fucking hard.”

“Yes. But not before you do. You know you are Rose. You know you’re going to come again,” he murmurs, flattening his knees slightly to change the angle of his thrust, a change that begins to hit her right in the sweet spot.

“Oh fuck…” she murmurs.

“Who’s going to come now?” he replies, his lips only millimeters from hers.

“Shit! Right there! Fuck!”

“You like that, Rose? You like it when I fuck you like this?”

“Yes!” she cries. “I fucking
love
it when you fuck me like this. Fuck!”

Joseph begins to thrust harder, faster, but keeping his knees flattened. “Come with me Rose. I’m going to come. I want you to come with me.”

Rose groans. She had thought she was done, but with him fucking her
just right
she has one more orgasm to go. “Yes! Yes! Come with me! Please, come with me!” she pants, her hands roaming his body as she spools up for another hard release.

He pounds hard into her, driving for his release, the coming orgasm almost frightening in its power—and he wants it. He groans deep and hard, his orgasm attempting to take him, then failing, falling back and gathering power. “I’m going to come, Rose. I’m going to come.”

Rose is silent for a moment as her orgasm begins to overwhelm her. “Oh God… here it comes,” she says, her voice as normal as if reporting the weather, but then she gasps, gripping his shoulder painfully tight as she hauls on his neck with all her strength, staring into his eyes as she is devastated by her orgasm.

When Rose’s finger digs painfully hard into his shoulder, her face intense as she holds his head, his orgasm rushes forward and takes him. He drives himself into her with one final, savage thrust as his face twists in erotic agony. 

She relaxes, unlocking her ankles as Joseph settles lightly onto her, nuzzling her neck. “Shit… you noodled me,” she sighs, using her code word for feeling weak, wooly, and relaxed. 

“I like it when you’re noodled,” he whispers into her neck as he kisses her.

“Yeah. Me too,” she sighs, before glancing at the clock. She doesn’t know when they started, but they couldn’t have gone at it for very long. She didn’t leave the
Goose
until nearly eleven, then they had dinner, and it’s not even one yet. She must have needed to get laid
bad!

They kiss, slowly, deeply, erotically, holding each other close until Joseph feels himself fall from Rose. With a sigh, he rolls off of her and she moves automatically into the crook of his right arm, her normal place, just like old times. He doesn’t want to ask, fearful of the answer she might give, but he has to know. “Are we okay?”

“Yeah,” she replies softly, and then she sighs deeply. All is right with her world again, lying here in Joseph’s arms. She had forgotten how much she missed being here.

“I’m glad you’re back, Rose.”

“Nothing has changed. In a few weeks I will be going back to Vegas, and you will be here,” she says. But she knows it’s a lie even as she speaks the words. Everything has changed.

“Maybe,” he allows, but he isn’t quite so willing to walk away from her now. This time he will fight for her.

She rises up and kisses him gently on the lips before settling back into her place, content with what she has for tonight, not worrying about tomorrow, as her eyes grow heavy and she drifts into the darkness of sleep.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Rose swims up out of the darkness of sleep, smiling as she realizes that it is Joseph’s tongue on her breast that has pulled her from slumber. “That’s not a bad way to wake up,” she purrs as she stretches. The bedroom windows are still dark, though not with the inky blackness of deep night. As their lips join she can feel her wetness flow.

“What time do you have to be at work?” he asks as he begins to kiss down between her breasts.

“Two.”

“Plenty of time,” he breathes as he returns to her erect nipple.

“Yes,” she sighs, holding his head in place, signaling her approval of what he is doing. “But no anal. My ass is sore enough already.”

“How about this then?” he asks as he begins to kiss his way down her body, taking his time, sucking and licking as slowly moves lower.

She allows him to go without protest... until just before he reaches her most intimate area. Sliding a hand between them, she covers herself with her hand. “Fair’s fair,” she says, leaving her hand in place until he returns to her side and lies on his back.

Turning in the bed, Rose drapes herself across him, placing a leg to either side of his head, offering herself to him as she envelopes his manhood in her mouth. Joseph is a bit larger than most of her lovers, but after years of experience, she can take him. She slides him deep into her mouth, holding him there as his hips rise, until she can hold her gag reflex no longer. As she backs off she smiles and slides her mouth down the outside, kissing and licking the entire length before taking him deep once more.

“Fuck…” Joseph breathes as Rose takes him deep into her mouth again, his hips rising slowly off the bed in a primal urge he can’t deny. That’s something new—her ability to take him all into her mouth. And it turns him on in a big way.

“You like that?” Rose asks quietly as she licks and kisses the head of his cock. “You like it when I take you deep like that?” she teases before plunging him deep into her mouth, working her head slightly to get all of him in. He doesn’t answer, but his deep sexy growl as his hips slowly rise again tells her all she needs to know.

Panting hard, he tries to get control of himself, tries to ignore the surging pleasure radiating from the single hot point of Rose’s mouth. As he presses with lips and tongue into her he finally begins to weaken her resistance, the slow pumping of her hips and the change in the texture and tone of her moans giving her away.

She thought she had him at the beginning… she thought she was going to be able to overwhelm his control and make him come before he could do the same to her, but not now. As his tongue, lips, and finger work their magic she can feel herself begin to slip. With a soft moan of pure pleasure she pulls him from her mouth one last time. Now that the race is lost, she will take her approaching orgasm and save him for round two.

With an inaudible sigh as Rose stops tormenting him, Joseph begins to push her, flicking more firmly with his tongue, pinching slightly harder with his lips, his finger probing deeper and faster. She shudders once with a gasp, before rapidly pistoning his manhood in her mouth, moaning around his cock before pulling him from her mouth once more and relaxing with a sigh.

As she recovers from her orgasm, she pulls herself from his grasp and turns in the bed, lying down at an angle on her side and opening her legs for him. He moves with her, turning himself to a near right angle, sliding one leg under her lower leg, the other over as he drapes her upper leg over his waist. He tucks in tight, steering himself into her as he slides a hand under her neck and shoulder, pulling her more onto her back and to him as he leans in to take her lips.

She sighs as his hardness enters her, twisting her head to accept his kiss. Where last night was explosive, this morning is loving. Joseph is moving gently within her, his kisses light and gentle. As they move, two becoming one, the depth of emotion she can see on his face touches her. It is like they never parted, like the last seven years have ceased to exist.

He is becoming fatigued from their current position, a thin film of sweat beginning to coat him. He pulls himself from her before placing one knee to either side of her lower leg. Holding her upper leg tight against his chest and over his shoulder he enters her once more and begins drive into her with more speed and power.

Rose tips up onto her side, allowing Joseph to raise her leg. Propped on an arm so she can look at him, Rose watches them make love, his face fierce as he drives into her harder and faster, pushing her towards another orgasm. “Fuck… that’s it. Harder…” she mutters as she takes him by the head, pulling him hard into her leg.

He begins to slam into her, using her leg as a lever for additional power as she pushes against him, trying to force him over backwards even as she pulls him forward by his head. He leans into the push, trying to hold his position, sneering in lust and desire as he drives her, and himself, to completion.

She grunts as she tightens down on Joseph, using the power of her leg to jack her hips up slightly, changing the angle of his penetration, causing her approaching orgasm to suddenly swell in power. She wants to watch, she wants to see the pleasure on his face, but her own pleasure begins to overwhelm her and her head lolls back, her mouth opening in a gasp as her orgasm begins.

As Rose tumbles into her climax, Joseph loosens what little control he has maintained and with an echoing gasp of his own, falls into his own orgasm, slowing his driving hips, pumping slowly into her as he grimaces until he relaxes with a great exhale. He holds his position for a moment before withdrawing, moving behind her and pulling her into a tight snuggle.

She curls her hands around his arms, holding him tight, his embrace tightening down a bit more in response. She sighs as her eyes grow heavy once more. She glances at the clock, wondering if they have enough time to lie together before she has to leave. It is just after five in the morning, the bedroom windows glowing with a dull red of morning light. Red… the color of passion… the color of love. She smiles, the morning light just beginning to bathe them in its embrace… the sky a perfect reflection of what she feels in her heart.

***

The ruddy glow of dawn is replaced with the cheery blue of late morning when Rose is jostled awake by Joseph leaving the bed.

“Where are you going?” she asks dreamily.

“Bathroom. Be right back.”

When he returns he snuggles in close, rolling her to her back and covering her body with his own, settling between her legs but making no attempt to enter her. She has to be at work in less than four hours… not enough time to go another round and still have time to eat, get ready, and be at work. They kiss lazily for several long minutes, enjoying the connection they feel with one another once more.

“Thank you for inviting me dinner,” Rose murmurs softly as he looks deep into her eyes. “Best meal I have had in a very long time.”

He feels his lips twist into a crooked grin. “Me too.” He kisses her fully once more, feeling the desire for her pouring through him again, but he doesn’t attempt to do more. “Let’s get showered. Then I will fix lunch and take you to your car. You should still have plenty of time to get home and get changed.”

“I’m closing again tonight. If I eat at work, can I come here for dessert?”

“Always,” he whispers, kissing her again.

“Join me in the shower?” she asks with a playful grin.

“Are you sure that is a good idea?” he teases. “You might be late for work.”

“One nice thing about being the boss… nobody can say anything.”

“True,” he says, punctuating the remark with a quick kiss before rolling off of her. But he knows nothing is likely to happen in the shower—not this morning anyway. After last night and again this morning, he needs some time to recover.

They walk nude into the bath, Joseph opening drawers for a moment until he finds the new toothbrush he knew was hiding somewhere, opening it and handing it to Rose.

Rose takes it with a giggle. “What? You didn’t want to share your toothbrush with me?”

“I wouldn’t mind, but I didn’t know about you.”

“Pfft,” she says as she squirts a glob of toothpaste onto the brush. “Considering where my mouth was earlier, having your toothbrush in my mouth doesn’t faze me at all.”

Joseph chuckles as he begins to brush his own teeth. “A very practical way to look out it.”

They scrub in silence for a moment before spitting and rinsing, then lingering over a long, passionate, and minty fresh kiss.

Pulling back from the kiss, she offers him seductive smile, taking a single step backward while pulling gently on his hand, before releasing it and sliding the curtain back and stepping into the tub.

While Rose gets the shower ready, Joseph quickly shaves before joining her in the tub. Rose is just washing the shampoo from her hair, her eyes closed as the water courses over her face, and he pulls the curtain shut again. He admires her once more—she is without a doubt the sexiest woman he knows. As she steps from under the spray, wiping the water from her eyes, he pulls her to him, holding her a moment as he looks into her eyes.

“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to kiss me?” she coos.

Needing no further invitation, he lowers his mouth to hers, the kiss almost instantly becoming deep and passionate, their tongues jousting as they begin to devour each other.

“Fuck…” she gasps as they separate. “I going to be late for work, aren’t I?”