Page 25 of My Veteran Biker

When he takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks hard I make a sound I don't recognize, high and desperate.

His hand slides down my stomach to the waistband of my shorts. He pauses there, waiting.

"Yes," I say.

He pulls the shorts and underwear down together, working them over my hips and thighs.

When I'm naked beneath him he sits back and looks at me with an expression I can't read.

"What?" I ask.

"Just looking."

"Knox."

"You're beautiful. I'm trying to figure out where to start."

His hand slides up the inside of my thigh and I let my legs fall open. When his fingers find how wet I already am he makes a rough sound low in his throat.

"Been thinking about this," he says. "About what you'd feel like. What you'd taste like."

He slides two fingers inside me without warning and I cry out, hips lifting off the bed.

The stretch is intense and exactly what I need.

He works me with steady pressure, watching my face the whole time. When his thumb finds my clit I nearly come apart right there.

"Not yet," he says.

"I can't hold off."

"Yes you can."

He's wrong. The pressure is building too fast, coiling too tight, and when he curls his fingers inside me I lose it.

I can hear myself making sounds, gasping and desperate, but I can't stop.

He doesn't stop either. Just keeps that steady pressure until I'm shaking with it, oversensitive and raw.

When I finally come down he pulls his hand away and brings his fingers to his mouth. Licks them clean while watching me.

"I need to be inside you," he says.

"Yeah."

He strips off his jeans and boxers and I see him fully hard, thick and heavy between his legs.

Something in my stomach tightens because he's bigger than Ben, longer and thicker, and it's been over a year since I had sex with anyone.

He settles between my legs and I feel the weight of him pressing me into the mattress.

His hand slides down my thigh, pushing my leg wider, opening me up for him. When he lines himself up I feel the blunt pressure of him against me and my whole body tenses.

"Breathe," he says.

I do, forcing air into my lungs. He pushes in slowly, just the head of him, and the stretch is immediate and intense.

I gasp and his hand tightens on my hip.