Never Love an Outlaw: Deadly Pistols MC Romance (Outlaw Love) (15 page)

He grunted, as if considering my words. Hell with it.

I wasn't going to give him a chance to think about anything. I practically shredded his boxers with my nails, tearing open his fly, pulling out the magnificent cock I'd only caught a few brief glimpses of in the dark, foggy shower.

“Holy shit,” I gasped, feeling him spring to life in my hand, angry and throbbing. The fist in my hair jerked tighter when I ran my fingers up and down his length, giving him several quick pumps, a prelude to my lips approaching the thick, swollen head, slick with his pre-come.

“You do this, babe, and there's no going back. I don't do teases. I've been waiting to feel you wrapped around my cock from the first time I saw you in that dirty little room.” He paused, pulling my hair harder, his lust almost ripping it out by the roots. “The second you put your mouth on my dick, I own you all fucking night, understand? And once you're mine, I'll never, ever wanna let go.”

His words made me burn. I smiled and nodded, all I could manage with the fire between my legs blazing deep up my body.

I'd never wanted any man so bad before this moment. My grip on his cock tightened as his relaxed on my head, and I leaned into him, inhaling his scent, opening wide for the tip of his pulsing erection.

He tasted just as good as he smelled. Earthy, raw, masculine. I slid my tongue all the way over him, orbiting his crown, drawing him deep into my mouth.

“Fuck!” Skin roared, repositioning his hand until it was on the back of my head, controlling me, pushing me to take him deeper.

I did. Without hesitation, without a second thought, without wondering if I was losing my mind. I sucked him deep, surrendering to the sweet primal wave sweeping over my senses.

I took every inch of him I could manage, and it still wasn't half his full length. I attacked his cock with an energy I'd never had with any man, much less the filthy Johns in the whorehouse.

I rolled my tongue across his cock and moved my lips up and down. Alternating tender teases and furious strokes was new to me. The last few months, I'd sucked men off as hard as I could, anything to make them finish and leave me the hell alone.

But with Skin, I took my time, relishing every hitch in his breath, every curse, every time I felt his full, muscular frame ripple underneath my hands. I grabbed his thighs for support, forcing my mouth down deeper as he snarled.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He growled the same rough word in staccato bursts, urging me to suck him deeper. “You keep that up, babe, and I'll give you a mouthful of come. That's what you want, isn't it, you sweet little slut?”

God.
My legs tightened like vices and I flicked my tongue across him harder still.

Men had called me all kinds of terrible things in the trucker spa, until I grew numb to their words. But Skins' sweet and spice reminded me what it was like to feel dirty and enjoy it. It was only the start too, the very beginning of all the filthy, twisted things I wanted him to do to me.

“Don't you fucking answer me with anything but those lips,” he said, his voice getting deeper with his pleasure. “I want to shoot off in you, wipe away every last trace of that miserable piece of shit I killed. I want you thinking about my dick morning, noon, and night, Meg. I want you to remember my hands, my tongue, all over your tight little body long after this clubhouse is just a distant memory.”

I moaned, all I could do not to come completely unraveled.

“Suck. Harder. Show me how bad you want it, woman. I want you to rob every goddamned drop of seed out of these balls with your spitfire tongue.”

Sweet Jesus.
His words made my entire body throb, flogged me from the inside out to do everything he commanded.

It wasn't hard with my pussy burning me alive. Something about this man did terrible things to my body. I imagined fucking him, giving up the precious thing I'd kept through my hell.

I knew I'd lost my mind, but I didn't fucking care. Not with my lips wrapped around him, drawing out his pleasure, thinking about how wonderful his power would feel between my legs, slamming me into the mattress. I wanted to give him my virginity without asking anything for it, not his money, his life, or even his love.

I went into overdrive. I used every trick I'd ever learned with my mouth for pleasing a man, giving him a whirlwind of lips and teeth and tongue. All while I completely lost it, shoving my hand down my pants, moaning with my mouth full of his cock when I found my swollen clit and felt the wetness he'd summoned, turning my panties into a ruined mess.

“Oh, Meg. Shit. Don't you fucking stop for anything, baby. I'm gonna give you what you're craving. Fuck it out of me,” he growled, jerking my face up and down his length, merging me into his powerful strokes. “Fuck it out of me with your tongue. Show me how much you love it. I wanna watch you swallow every damned drop while you frig your little clit to the moon.”

I did, with pleasure.

The next few seconds he swelled in my mouth, so impossibly big I thought he'd hurt me. He roared and shook from head to toe as he tensed up and emptied himself into me, fucking my mouth in swift, desperate strokes, flooding my mouth with so much come I couldn't take it all.

He spilled out my lips. I swallowed everything I could manage, every jet he sent hurling down my throat. Not that it was easy to focus with my fingers working over-drive between my legs, pushing me to the brink – and then straight into free fall.

He swelled, erupted, filled me with hot, musky seed shooting across my tongue. His climax overflowed, grunt by grunt, and I moaned into the flood of come.

I came with a mouthful of his cock, his come. I felt his warmth and his energy radiating across me as my own body exploded, shaking and moaning and sweating in heavy, tense ripples. My climax opened up a hole in the world underneath me and swallowed us both.

For a couple of beautiful minutes, I found total release from everything I'd suffered, a completion in Skin, my feminine canvas glowing in his masculine stars.

He made me feel everything he'd offered before, but this time there were no barriers, no holding back.

We came together, long and hard.

I only started cleaning the sticky mess he'd left dripping down my neck when he finally pulled out, sliding one hand across my face, a softer touch than he'd ever used before.

“Look at me, babe,” he ordered, when I'd finally wiped most of it up.

For a second, I hesitated. I worried how I'd feel when I finally met his eyes again, scared that we'd just made a huge fucking mistake.

But when our eyes connected, there was no regret, no terror. No ifs, ands, or buts.

“That was amazing,” I sighed, smiling as I gave his softening cock one last rub.

“Was?” He cocked his head, looking at me like he really didn't understand. “Stand the fuck up.”

I bounced up and he wrapped his arms around me. His face came in close and he inhaled my scent, breathing through my hair, entangled yet again with his strong, incredible fingers.

“Yeah, I mean, it's over now...we have to get on with all the other stuff. Right?” I'd never sounded so nervous with a man after having him naked.

But Skin was the first man in ages to make me come, and the only one who'd done it with such an intensity, without even touching me directly between my legs. He'd done it with his energy, his strength, whatever strange spell he had over my body.

“You're cute, babe, for real.” He smiled, staring deep into my eyes. “I meant every word I said. If this is just a one night thing, then I'm gonna spend every minute fucking you. You know I searched your purse the first time we brought you in. Have you been good about taking those pills, or what?”

My heart came to a screeching stop and took a few seconds to reboot in my chest. Was he really asking to take my virginity – and was I going to give it to him?

I reached up for his face, running my fingernails across it.
Yes, yes, a thousand times yes.

Everything about this man tripped my buttons. It was like he was made for me, and I'd found him in the most fucked up way possible.

Mostly, I adored him because he let me forget. He helped me imagine a different future, even if he was the very thing holding me here in this stupid clubhouse. It didn't matter – Skin told me I could take control, on my own terms, and maybe someday I could be more than a spoiled party girl or a broken ex-whore.

“Babe, I need an answer, and I'm not gonna wait all damned night.” He grabbed my hand by the wrist and pressed it to his cock, making me feel him ballooning, hard and hungry as ever for me.

Very slowly, I nodded, blushing like a prom girl.

“Take me, Skin. I meant what I said too...I'm yours for the night. Just for tonight. I don't want to forget you when all this is over.” It took everything I had to hold his gaze without looking away. “Give me something to remember.”

My words unchained something wild inside him. Even
wilder
than what I'd seen so far, and it was ten times as insane when he threw me on the bed and started tearing off my clothes.

Off went my shirt, my jeans. He growled as he unhooked my bra, flipping me over while his hand went below the waistband to my panties, shedding them in one rough fist.

He didn't waste any time kicking off his clothes either. The same half-naked body I'd watched and admired before revealed itself, except this time I knew it was going to be all over me, taking me, claiming me.

His hot, aggressive lips touched mine. It was like he transferred his manic energy, kissing me so hard I couldn't even think about teasing him, needing his mouth on mine as much as I needed air. My lips parted, and his tongue sank into me, taking control.

Skin's tongue frolicked with mine for the next several minutes. He kissed me in ways I didn't know men could kiss, and I feasted on his passion, everything I sensed in his kiss and in his heart.

His hand slid between my thighs. Two stiff fingers pushed into my soaked pussy, catching me by surprise, so sudden and intense I nearly flew off the bed.

“Relax, babe,” he whispered softly, a mischievous smile on his face. “You picked the best man in the world to fuck you for the very first time, and I'm not gonna let you down. I'll just leave you hoarse from all the screaming you'll be doing tonight, fucking my mouth, my hands, my cock, fucking me 'til you can't. You'll love it.”

“Yes!” It wasn't even a question, but I added my voice anyway, staring at him with such heat in my eyes it was starting to scare me.

We kissed while he fingered me. Skin's marvelous thumb pressed on my clit, and I went wild, rocking into him, bucking my hips over and over and over.

I thought he was going to send me straight over the edge again, but he had other plans.

If his fingers were bliss, then his mouth was heaven. Nothing prepared me for his face sinking down, stopping to tease my nipples with his teeth and tongue, before he stamped a hot trail all the way down my body.

His lips stopped at my pussy for a small eternity, teasing me with his hot breath and stubble. Shallow licks caressed my inner thighs, then drove higher, straight over my clit. My fingernails dug into his head and I tried with all my might to push him into me.

The bastard resisted, enjoying his amusement, teasing me until I couldn't hold it anymore.

“Please lick me, Skin. Fuck me. I'm dying.
Please.
”

I begged him for all I was worth. And tonight, that was everything, as I learned when he finally gave in and let me have what I'd wanted.

He taught me real passion. The bad boy between my legs savaged me with his mouth, pulling my legs open, throwing them over his shoulders while I trembled and gasped.

His tongue fucked me, sucked me, and did everything in between. Raw heat pulsed out his mouth, covering my entire slit, before he began to focus his licks and forceful kisses around my clit.

I clawed at the sheets underneath us, losing control in the space of a heartbeat.

“Oh, hell, Skin, that feels so good...too fucking good. Shit! You're going to make me...”

It sounded like I wanted to say
come,
but really it was
yours
on my tongue.

I couldn't get out another word as climax crashed over me. Every muscle in my body tensed and the fireball building in my womb exploded, rippling outward, giving me the greatest pleasure of my life.

Incredible. Better than anything I'd had, except what I knew I'd feel with his cock slamming into me.

Skin's mouth fucked me into total submission through the whole thing. His pleasure dragged me so deep for so long the fiery stars filled my vision, engulfing me completely, scorching me from the inside out.

Somewhere inside me, the wounds Ricky inflicted broke open and drained.

I came back to life with his hand gently moving across my face, wiping away tears. He held my head, kept me from shaking, panicking, freaking out.

“Let it out, baby. Get it all the fuck outta your system before I shake you so hard you'll be crying over the pleasure instead.”

I pushed my face up to his, and we twirled tongues once again. His taste completely addicted me. I worried I'd go to pieces by now, but my body craved more, begged him to go all the way, to fill me and fuck me like no man ever had.

Like no man ever would.

No, I couldn't let myself think like that. I had to just enjoy the moment. If we did the sane thing, this would all be over tomorrow, just like it should be.

Breathe in, breathe out. Experience everything Skin had to offer for one amazing night. Just one night.

This wasn't love. This wasn't worship. This was fucking, plain and simple, two people throwing themselves into one wild attraction to sate their urges.

His hands gripped my legs and pushed them apart. His rough stubble grazed my neck as he traced a line along my throat, dipping to my cleavage, and then back up again, where he caught the skin on my neck and sucked it hard enough to bruise.

His cock moved against me, teasing, wedged against my clit. I threw my arms around his neck and squeezed, all I could do to stop myself from panting and going to pieces.