He laughed and placed his hand on the back of her neck, bringing her face close to his. “You’re so fuckin’ adorable,mon petit chou.” He kissed her, then nibbled her earlobe.
“Mon beau trésor.” Burying her face in his neck, she pressed a kiss there. His low groan vibrated against her, and she felt his hardness under her thighs.
Bones and Puck came over, their arms around a stacked, inebriated brunette each. “Hey, dude, this fuckin’ party rocks. It’s great to have new pussy.” Bones laughed and kissed the woman with him deeply while he cupped one of her tits. “Puck’s enjoying the shit outta being a full patched member, aren’t you?” The newest member of the Insurgents bobbed his head in agreement while Rock and Bones laughed. “You and your woman wanna do some sharing?”
Clotille looked quickly at Rock, her stomach tightening. When he shook his head, she relaxed and sank deeper into him.
“Do you wanna watch?” Bones said.
Rock put his lips to her ear. “You wanna watch them fuck? It can be hot.”
She stiffened. “Do you want to?”
“It’s up to you, but there’s no way we’re fucking in front of them. I’m not letting anyone see your body but me. It’s definitely your call. I’m already hot for you without watching another couple get it on.”
She brushed her lips across his ear. “I feel the same about you. I’m not interested.”
Rock placed his hand on her thigh and squeezed. “Nah, we’re good, Bones. You and Puck go have some fun.”
As the night wore on, the bikers and the women became drunker, more drugged out, and hornier, and Clotille felt like she was at a porn festival. Everyone around her was going at it, and the only ones left in the room who were still sitting or standing upright were her and Rock, Hawk, Chas, and Axe. The four brothers were drinking shots and talking Harleys and “best of” lists for biker songs, movies, rallies, and a slew of other categories. After a while, Hawk stood up from the couch and announced he was turning in. He stepped over different couples having sex and headed downstairs.
“You getting tired,chérie?” Rock stroked her cheek and she nodded. She slipped off his lap and he held her hand as they maneuvered down the stairs, Chas and Axe following them.
The Devil’s Legions had roomed all the brothers together who wanted to fuck, and the ones who didn’t were paired up separately. Since the club wasn’t that big, rooms for guests and those crashing overnight were limited. Rock and Clotille lucked out; there was one empty room left since a couple of bikers from their New Orleans chapter left that night.
Before Rock closed the door, he had Clotille in his arms, kissing and biting her. The slow flame of desire that had been burning through her ever since he’d come home to pick her up for the party exploded with the fiery kisses he was stippling along her charged body.
“Fuck, I’ve been wanting you all night. I’m ready to burst.” His hoarse voice pebbled her skin and skimmed over her, from her stiffening nipples down to her damp sex. “You turn me way the fuck on all the time. I can’t get enough of you. Damn, woman. What kind of mojo shit did you do to me?” He kicked the door closed and slammed her against it, grabbing her arms and pinning them over her head.
Clotille was wild with passion and her legs weakened by his demanding touch. The slip of his hand under her top made her hold her breath as his fingers stroked their way to her bra. He reached inside it and pulled out one of her breasts, his thumb and index finger pinching the aching bud to hardness. He pulled on it and she yelped, which seemed to please him. Shoving her top over her large tits, he took the other out of her bra and pushed them together, licking, biting, and pinching them. She writhed under his wicked touches and leaned eagerly into him, craving more. Each time he bit one of her red tips was like a hot poker straight to her wet pussy. “Oh, Rock. You’re driving me crazy. I love the way you touch me.”
“I love your tits,chérie. I could play with ‘em all day.” One of his hands went under her skirt and his finger slipped under the fabric of her small thong. “You’re sopping. I love that you’re so wet for me. I can’t wait to taste your juices.” His smooth-as-whiskey voice melted over her and she moaned.
She fisted his T-shirt in her hands, shoving it up until he pulled away from her briefly and yanked it over his head. She dropped her arms and grasped his shoulders as she tilted her head down and traced his chest tattoo with her tongue. His lust-filled gaze caught hers as she licked his tats while her fingertip moved back and forth over his nipples, flicking them occasionally.
“Fuck, Clotille,” he growled. He pushed her hands away and dropped to his knees, bunching up her skirt and tucking it in her waistband. Licking his lips, he swiped his tongue on each side of her inner thighs before he pulled the skirt down around her ankles, helping her step out of it.
She bucked from the intensity of the contact and the heat of his tongue lapping at her juices. “So good,” she murmured, grabbing a handful of his hair and tugging at it.
“You taste fuckin’ amazing,chérie.” The vibration of his lips against her pussy as he spoke made her tingle all over from both immense pleasure and sweet pain. The sounds he made as he moved his tongue all around her wetness drove her beyond insane.
She pulled so hard at his hair that he stopped and said, “Fuck,chérie. Not so damn hard.” He chuckled and resumed his steady licking, over and over until his tongue delved into her slick slit. At that moment, white heat burst inside of her, spreading sizzling embers to all her nerves. She screamed out her climax, her legs losing all muscle control.
He stood up and scooped her in his arms, bringing her over to the bed. As she whimpered he kissed her damp face, slowly peeling off the rest of her clothes so she lay naked and trembling on the sheets. He stripped off his clothes and lay beside her, tucking her into his side as he stroked her hair.
When the rush of euphoria calmed to a pleasurable hum, she looked up and met his eyes as they watched her. She smiled and strained up to kiss him tenderly. His hand slid down her back and rested on her ass cheek, his fingers digging in. Her kiss intensified and she pushed her tongue into his mouth. He tangled his around hers and the harder they probed each other’s mouths, the hotter they got until his cock was poking into her and her stiff nipples jutted into him. She squeezed her body closer to his, rabid for the feel of his skin against hers.
“Come on top of me,” he said, lying down on the bed. Once she’d knelt and straddled him, facing away from him, he guided her down until she was lying on his chest, her head resting on his shoulder. Rock put his hand under her chin, tipped her head back, and kissed her deeply. His hands covered her tits, kneading them while she moaned into his mouth. “Play with yourself,” he whispered against her lips.
Clotille lowered her hand and buried her finger into her pussy, wet with arousal. She slowly stroked her clit while she gyrated against him. As she fingered herself, Rock pinched and squeezed her tits while he bit and licked her neck and shoulders. Tingling pleasure skipped over her body as the tension in her sex rose.
He gently moved her hand away and replaced it with his as he entered her from below. His thick cock filled her, and she loved the way her warm walls molded around his hardness. As he thrust up and down, his cock stimulated her G-spot, and the way he was rubbing her clit stoked a desire that was hotter than fire.
“You like that,chérie?” he asked as he kept thrusting in and out of her, his finger still stroking her clit, his hand squeezing her tit, and his mouth biting her neck between his pants. She was on fucking sensory overload, and just when she thought she wasn’t going to be able to take it anymore, he slid his hands under her back. “Sit up and ride my cock hard.”
She sat up, her back facing him, and began grinding on him as he pushed against her. Then she bounced harder up and down on his magnificent dick; it felt so good inside her. He was breathing heavily when he grabbed her ass and massaged it, his fingers sinking into her flesh. “I love your ass,chérie. You want me to play with it?”
Holy fuck!“I love that.”
