Chapter Ten

Laura

D id I want to get out of here with Hawk, knowing what that meant? Hell yeah, I did. But was that the smart play? I couldn't run off with a sexy, long-haired biker and let him rock my world. I shouldn't let him ruin me for all other men, not when I knew he wouldn't be the man who stuck around. The last thing I wanted to do was spend the rest of my life pining after a man who'd long forgotten me, always wondering why I wasn't good enough for him. Why he hadn't chosen me.

Then again, I knew that if nothing else, Hawk would be a damn good time. I'd never had the kind of sex, the kind of pleasure that his very being promised. Tingles of anticipation spread all over my body just thinking about the way he'd kissed me right there on the street, and his naughty words about kissing me all over. I deserved that kind of sex. I wanted that kind of sex at least once in my life before I settled down with Mr. Right.

I knew I had my answer. "Yeah." I put my hand in his. "Let's get out of here, Hawk."

The smile he aimed my way was so goddamn spectacular that I almost had a little mini orgasm right there on the spot. He squeezed my hand and then released it. "All right, then."

Ten minutes later we said our goodbyes and Hawk led me out of the clubhouse. My heart raced as we made the short journey to his motorcycle and my hands trembled as I put the helmet on and waited for him to settle his big body on the bike. I gripped his shoulders and stepped up onto the peg before I tossed my leg over the seat and leaned forward.

"Your place or mine?"

He looked over his shoulder, those green eyes sparkling like gems. "Yours. It's closer."

His words, the intensity in them, sent another shiver, not just down my spine, but throughout my whole damn body. Anticipation was like a thread of electricity as it coursed through my body, my veins. The moment the bike roared to life, my arousal skyrocketed, and my skin heated all over. My nipples were so hard they ached, and instead of pulling back, I pressed my chest closer to his back.

The relief was sweet. And torturous.

I squeezed my thighs together and enjoyed the cool night air against my skin, eager to get back to my place and get underneath Hawk. The bike came to an abrupt stop, and before I could even move, Hawk was off the bike removing my helmet and carrying me in his arms.

"Hawk, what the hell?"

He flashed a sexy grin. "Couldn't wait."

It was a good thing he was holding me because my whole body turned to mush at his words. "Me either." Since we were being honest about how hot we were for each other, there was no point in hiding it. "Hurry."

"Bossy again. Have I told you how much I love it?"

Good lord, that grin was enough to send my panties up in flames. "Maybe a time or two. Doesn't hurt to hear it again though, does it?"

"Fuck no," he growled. "Keys."

I frowned and then realized we were already at my front door. "Keys. Right." I reached into my pocket and produced the keys, laughing when he snatched them from my hand. "You can put me down."

"Easier this way." He shoved the key into the door, pushing it open forcefully before he stepped inside and kicked it shut.

"Hawk. Put me down."

His green gaze slammed into mine, his brows dipped into a confused frown as he lowered me to my feet. "Okay."

I took a step back, my heart thundering in my chest as I looked up at Hawk, his long, reddish-brown hair wavy around his shoulders, his green eyes so damn intense it was like a caress over my skin. I reached for the hem of my blouse and tugged up and over my head. "Right here is a good place to start." Before I lost my nerve, I jumped into his arms and wrapped my legs around his body with a smile.

His hands went to my ass, gripping me tight. "You scared me for a minute."

"Good. You're entirely too damn confident."

"You're the one topless and in my arms, sweetheart."

I tossed my head back and laughed. "I didn't say it wasn't earned, just that you were too arrogant." Truth was that his confidence was attractive as hell, and even though I knew this wasn't my smartest move to date, I took his face in my hands and let my mouth crash down on his. God, that day old stubble felt so good against my palm and my face. The swipe of his tongue as it slid back and forth across my lips was more intoxicating than the tequila from earlier.

Hawk moaned and gripped my ass, bringing me flush against the hard ridge of his dick while his tongue flicked against mine.

It was the hottest kiss of my life, and I never wanted it to end, so I didn't let it. I devoured his mouth like it was my last meal on earth, savoring every inch until my body was strung so tight, burning so hot that sweat trickled down my spine, that I had no choice but to come up for air. "Holy shit."

He laughed and pressed his forehead to mine. "Holy fucking shit is right, woman. You're trying to kill me."

I laughed. "Oh, but what a way to go!" I rolled my hips, and that one small move brought his long, hard dick right up against where I was hot and sensitive and pulsing for him. "Hawk."

"Bedroom. Now."

"That way and to the left." I pointed and leaned in close to nip his earlobe. "Hurry, please."

Another brilliant smile spread across his beautiful face. "I love it when you're bossy, but fuck me, I really love it when you beg." His long, strong legs rushed us to the bedroom and the next thing I knew, I was airborne and falling onto my pillow top mattress.

"Laura." Those two syllables were like gasoline to an already burning fire, hot and explosive. "You're so fucking hot."

I shivered at his compliment, so intense and sincere I felt it everywhere.

"But." He stepped towards the bed and circled my ankle, giving it a quick, hard tug. "You're wearing too many fucking clothes."

I smiled. "There's a solution to that."

"Damn right." In mere seconds he had me stripped down and on my back. I looked up at him and gasped at the intensity in his gaze. "Fuck. You look good enough to eat."

I smiled and opened my legs a little to tease him. "Hope you're hungry." I wasn't usually this bold, and never with someone I didn't know well. Then again, I didn't usually get naked with a man until I felt I knew him well enough, but there was something about Hawk that encouraged me to be bold. Brave. Brazen.

He stripped off his shirt and then his pants, leaving him in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs that hugged his solid, golden thighs. He was a work of fucking art, all big and broad shouldered with ink covering one arm. His abs were pure perfection, and his pecs made my mouth water. "Laura?"

I blinked and looked up at him with a sheepish smile. "Sorry, but holy hell, you're beautiful."

A low growl escaped his mouth, and I felt the roughness of his stubble as he kissed his way up my body until his lips were on mine once again. He kissed me slowly, as if he was trying to romance me, and just when I was on the hook, he pulled back and kissed down the column of my throat before licking across my collarbone.

"Hawk," I moaned, and arched into his touch. His lips set my skin on fire everywhere he landed. Between my breasts. My ribcage. My nipples. Hipbones. "Yes." That one word came out on a hiss as his broad shoulders spread me wide and his cool breath reached my hot core.

"Don't look away," he instructed, his gaze on mine as he spread me wide and licked me from my opening to the top of my clit before he pulled it into his mouth and sucked. And sucked.

"Hawk!" My hips bucked off the bed, but he held me down and tortured me over and over, kissing and licking and sucking my pussy until I was a quivering mass of want and need. "Please."

He laughed and slipped one thick finger deep.

Another low moan escaped and one of my hands tangled in his long hair while my hips rolled in time to the movement of his tongue. He was an oral master, and I was powerless against the wave of pleasure waiting to pull me under. "Hawk, please. Oh fuck, I'm so close."

He added a second finger before he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked. Hard. And then he moaned, and the vibrations ran up my body and pulled me closer and closer to Orgasm City.

"Wait, Hawk," I panted. "I don't want to come yet. I want to come with you inside me."

Heat flared in his eyes, and he smiled as his mouth left my pussy. "You will. I promise." And then his mouth was on me again and the orgasm slammed into me with the force of a fifty-foot wave that pulled me under and threatened to drown me before it pushed me to the surface where I struggled to breathe.

"Hawk. Fuck."

He laughed, but his mouth never stopped moving, never stopped teasing and torturing me until my body was a sweaty pile of pleasure in the middle of my bed. "Fucking comes next," he teased as he kissed his way back up my body. "As soon as you're ready."

I gripped a handful of hair, and I was about to apologize until I saw heat flare in his eyes. "I'm ready."

"You sure?"

I nodded. "Fuck me, Hawk. Now." I sounded desperate even to my own ears, but I was. He made me feel hungry, greedy for more of him. That orgasm came hard and fast and still I wasn't satisfied. I wanted more. Needed more.

I reached down and grabbed the waistband of his boxers, yanking them down his thighs until I felt the weight of his cock on my thigh. "Hot and hard."

"You're killing me, Laura." His eyes slammed shut when I wrapped my hands around his shaft.

"Soft and hard. Thick. Long. I'll bet you feel so good filling me up, Hawk."

"Dirty," he said, and pushed up onto his knees, fisting his dick and stroking it while his intense gaze bore a hole through me. He leaned in close and slapped my clit with his heavy cock.

"Yes!"

He smiled. "So fucking wet, you hear that?" He did it again and again, the sound so loud I should've felt embarrassed.

I nodded. "It's what you do to me. That mouth. Those fingers. Now show me what that cock can do."

Heat flared and then the blunt tip of his cockhead was sliding into me, slowly. I was so wet the path was smooth, but I was too greedy, and I wanted all of him. Now. "Fuck, babe."

His cock was bigger than average, and I hadn't been with anyone since my ex, who wasn't anywhere near this thick or this long. Finally, an eternity later, he was buried deep. I pulsed around him, and it was as though Hawk could sense that I was ready because he pulled out halfway and slammed deep.

Hard and deep and he didn't let up, not in speed or intensity, not even when I begged him to slow down. "Hawk," I begged. I didn't want it to end too soon, didn't want this night to end quickly.

"So fucking tight. So wet." He smiled through gritted teeth. "This pussy is heaven," he panted. "I can feel you pulsing around me, sucking my cock like a greedy little girl."

I pulsed even faster, and my pussy flooded with moisture.

Hawk grinned. "You like it dirty."

"Apparently."

He grabbed my thigh and lifted it higher. "Love this greedy little pussy, gripping my cock so beautifully. Next time I want those lips on my cock."

Those words shouldn't have turned me on, especially asking for oral sex. It was such a turn-off, but when Hawk said it like that, as if he'd been dreaming about it, I wanted it too. I wanted it so badly that I could almost taste him on my lips and my pussy clamped down hard around him.

And then I felt it, my second orgasm rising to the surface, which never happened. "Hawk, I'm close again."

He flashed a cocky smile. "I know. I can feel how close you are." He reared back and licked his index and middle finger before he smacked my clit and then rubbed wild circles on the sensitive nub while he pounded into me, hard and fast.

In seconds I was coming apart, breaking into millions of pieces while he kept fucking me until he found his own pleasure, his hot seed shooting straight from his cock and coating my insides. He was so big, so thick I felt his orgasm pumping through him as he filled me up. "Holy fuck, Laura. Shit." His body shook and trembled, and before he collapsed on top of me, he rolled to his side and brought me with him. "That was insane."

"Insanely hot," I offered with a nervous laugh. It was beyond insanely hot. It was the kind of sex you read about in books. The kind of sexy you were sure other couples had but never you. But I had it. Just now with a sexy biker who I had no business getting naked with. "You made me come twice." I couldn't help touching him, letting my thumb scrub back and forth along his jawline.

"I did. But you said it wrong."

My brows knitted. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," he said, and pulled me close, grunting when my aftershocks gripped him again, "I made you come twice so far."

I shivered.

He laughed.

And an hour later he made good on his words and made me come again.

And again. And again.