Chapter 8

Ihad never so much as kissed another man, but here I was offering up my virginity to Doc on a silver platter because my panties just about spontaneously combusted when he said he wanted to feast on me. The words slipped out of my mouth before I realized I would agree, but I didn't regret them. Especially not when he pressed me onto the mattress and crashed his mouth against mine again.

I'd never reacted to another man the way I did with Doc. Something magnetic drew me to him, almost as though we were two pieces of a whole meant to fit together. And when he kissed me…I had a feeling I could easily become addicted to how he made me feel. The glide of Doc's tongue against mine, the scrape of his beard against my skin, his minty taste overwhelming my senses…combined together, they packed a powerful punch that left me breathless.

Twining my arms around his neck, I lost myself in the kiss that quickly spiraled out of control. When Doc finally tore his lips from mine, I let out a little whimper of protest.

His deep chuckle sent a sensual shiver up my spine. "Don't worry, baby. Now that I have you right where I want you, I'm nowhere near done."

Tugging on the hem of my sweatshirt, he lifted it and the shirt underneath over my head. His heated gaze zeroed in on the white lacy bra covering my breasts. "So fucking gorgeous."

I stroked my hands up his broad chest. "You're not so bad yourself."

"I'll show you not so bad," he rasped, lowering his head to use his teeth to pull down the lace covering one of my tits and wrapped his lips around the pebbled peak.

Arching my back off the mattress, I threaded my fingers through his thick hair to press his mouth closer to my chest. "Holy moly, that feels amazing, Doc."

He let my nipple go with a pop, his gaze locking with mine. "Kendrick."

"Hmm?"

"When I have you under me like this, you use my name, baby," he demanded. "I'm Kendrick to you, not Doc."

"Kendrick, please," I pleaded, loving that he wanted me to have the man and not just the biker. And he was setting a rule that made it sound like he intended for this to happen again.

He gave me what I wanted, stripping my bra from my body before lowering his head again to suck the other nipple deep into his mouth. I felt each tug of his lips deep in my core, as though there was a direct line from my breasts.

Cupping the slightly rounded swells, he kissed down the valley between, the scrape of his beard against my sensitive skin making me sigh in pleasure. Then he kept going lower, and the sound turned into a gasp when he yanked my leggings and panties down my legs and tossed them over his shoulder. I was sprawled naked beneath him, and there was no mistaking the masculine appreciation in his dark gaze, which helped ease some of my vulnerability.

I had never been naked in front of a man before, so it was a little weird lying here without a stitch of clothing on while he was fully dressed. But it was also thrilling.

My arousal was nearly overwhelming. Every muscle in my body was coiled tight. "I feel…"

"How do you feel, baby?" Kendrick asked as he wedged his shoulders between my thighs, making my core ache even more.

I struggled to find the right words since this was an entirely new experience for me. "Like I'm on the verge of…of…flying apart, maybe?"

"Hold on tight." He circled his fingers around my wrist and pressed my palm against his shoulder. "Because I'm sure as fuck going to make you fly apart for me. More than once."

"Yes," I gasped as his hands glided up my stomach to cup the underside of my tits, which felt heavy while he kneaded the soft flesh.

"But I need to know so I can make sure you're ready to take me when the time comes"—his dark eyes burned into mine as he used his thumbs to spread my pussy lips—"did you save your cherry for me, baby?"

My cheeks heated as I whispered, "I saved everything for you, Kendrick."

"My sweet baby." Intense satisfaction blazed in his brown orbs before he shifted his gaze to my pussy. "You have no fucking clue how grateful I am to hear that, but I'm gonna do my best to show you."

That was all the warning I got before he devoured me. Dragging his tongue up my seam to circle my clit, he licked between my folds from bottom to top and straight back down again. Over and over as my hips bucked off the bed.

"You taste fucking amazing," he groaned before thrusting his stiffened tongue into my channel, his hands gripping my hips to keep me still while he made a meal of my pussy. He used his fingers to manipulate my clit, and when he pinched the sensitive bundle of nerves, my release rolled over me in waves.

"Kendrick, yes! Oh, yes!" Gripping the sheets in my fists, I was stunned by the intense pleasure he'd given me. And he didn't let up, eating me through my orgasm until the shudders stopped. He didn't stop there, though.

"You've gotta give me another before I can sink my cock in your tight pussy," he growled as he licked inside again. "But on my fingers this time."

With my inner walls clamping around his thick digit, he had to work for every inch he thrust inside my pussy. As I was adjusting to his invasion, he twisted his wrist and stroked the pad of his fingers against a spot deep inside me that had me seeing stars. "Please, please, please," I chanted.

I wasn't sure what I was asking for, but Kendrick knew exactly what I needed. Wrapping his lips around my clit, he flicked his tongue over the bundle of sensitive nerves while sinking his finger in and out of me, making sure he hit the same spot each time. It shouldn't have been possible, but my second orgasm was bigger than the first. My screams of pleasure echoed off the walls as I dug my fingers into his scalp and rode his face until I practically melted into the mattress.

Only then did he let up, pressing a kiss against my inner thigh before getting to his knees. My eyes greedily ate up every inch of skin he exposed as he undressed. After he shrugged out of his leather vest and tossed it onto the couch, he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a tattoo of an ornate cross on the right side of his six-pack abs and a piercing through his left nipple. My fingers itched to trace the black ink, and I wanted to suck the silver hoop into my mouth and roll my tongue over the silver ball at the bottom.

I was just about to reach out to touch his tattoo when my gaze locked on the bulge in his leather pants as he undid the button and slid down the zipper. The huge, impossible-to-miss bulge.

Although my body was relaxed from the orgasms he'd given me, I started to freak out over how big it was when he distracted me by saying, "Slight miscalculation on my part. I should've taken these damn things off before you made me so fucking hard that it feels as though the leather is going to strangle my cock."

I couldn't stop the soft giggle that bubbled from my lips. "We can't have that."

"We sure as fuck can't." I gasped as his dick sprang free from his pants, the purple head bouncing off his six-pack abs. "The only thing that's gonna strangle my cock tonight is your tight pussy."

My breath caught in my throat. "Um…I don't want to be the cliché virgin, but are you sure it's going to fit?"

"Like you were fucking made for me," he assured without missing a beat.

His confidence eased some of my concern, but I still tensed up when his naked body stretched out over mine and the tip of his dick notched at my entrance. "Do you trust me?"

I didn't know him that well, and we'd met under unusual circumstances, but I didn't hesitate to answer, "Yes."

"Thank you, baby." He lowered his head to capture my mouth in a deep kiss at the same time that he punched his hips forward in one powerful thrust. Swallowing my cry of surprise, he held still while the pain passed and the smallest tendrils of pleasure started to creep in.

When I wiggled my hips, I gasped, "Oh."

Lifting his head, he searched my expression and asked, "Ready for more?"

"Uh-huh."

"Wrap your legs around my waist," he ordered, gripping one of my knees to help me. Then he slowly withdrew before plunging back in, starting slow until I begged for more.

"Kendrick, please. I'm so close."

"Fuck, baby," he groaned, picking up the pace. "You're so fucking tight, but you fit me perfectly, just like I said you would. Can't wait to feel your pussy milking my cock."

Wedging his arm between us, he flicked my clit, and he didn't have to wait any longer because I went off like a rocket. "Yes! Kendrick, yes!"

"That's it, sweet baby. Give it to me." He slammed into me a few more times before burying his face in my neck and groaning my name. "Oakley. My sweet Oakley."

We were both panting for air as he rolled onto his back, taking me with him so I was sprawled on his broad chest. I cuddled against him while I caught my breath and was just about to drift to sleep when I realized I was the worst kitty mommy ever. It'd been hours since I left my place, and I was never out this late. "I can't believe I forgot to talk to you about Snowball."

Doc tugged on my hair to tilt my head back so I was staring up at him as he asked, "Snowball?"

"Yeah, he's my very spoiled cat who will not be happy about being left alone for so long. You wore me out, but I can't go to sleep until I know he's taken care of."

"Don't worry, baby." He brushed a kiss against my forehead. "I'll go take care of your pussycat now that I've taken care of your pussy."