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Peppermint
This isn’t happening, is it? I am not spread open, leaning against the jukebox while Dash eats me out. But that pressure building right in my core tells me this is absolutely happening. I grip his hair, and my orgasm hammers through me. Fuck, it’s the first one from another human being in years, and I forgot how damn incredible that feels.
I’m still coming down from the high when he turns me, slamming my hands on the plexiglass. I register the rip of foil, and then he’s there, the tip of his dick pushing at my hole. My body tenses a moment, and then he drives inside me. I gasp from the slight pain, but he keeps moving, fucking me hard and rough.
I am certain I’ll regret this. The old me wouldn’t have been caught dead having sex against a jukebox. Fantastic sex. With a younger man. Holy crap.
I didn’t want to give in to him. But, Christ, he’s persistent and flirty and makes me feel sexy. Makes me feel like a different woman. Makes me feel like a Harlot. I belong here.
The music plays, but the song is lost to me. The only thing I can focus on is his dick and how fucking good it feels moving inside me.
I am thirty-six years old.
He is twenty-three.
And none of that matters in this moment.
I promised myself I would not give in to him. Would continue to deny my attraction to him because it’s wrong. But there was something in his voice earlier that’s stayed with me. The way he was concerned about me. The way he revealed that he’s known devastation. I suppose I relate to that.
Dash leans forward, changing his pace to a slow grind as he nips at my ear. I arch against him, whimpering as I rest my head on his shoulder. He slides his hand underneath my shirt, fondling my boobs. I was all set to turn in for the night when I thought of the jukebox. I had my son and his friends bring it over for me and hook it up. I wanted to see it. I didn’t expect company. Didn’t expect this.
“I knew your pussy would be tight,” Dash murmurs. “That it would fit me like a fucking glove. Because I knew I would fuck you, Peppermint. And I knew you would fucking love it.”
He lowers one hand and rubs his thumb over my clit, making my legs tremble. I do love it. I fucking love every bit of this.
“You’ll crave my damn cock,” he says. “And anytime you want me, I’ll come fuck you. I’ll fuck you here, at the bar, in the VIP area, and in that truck of yours.”
Ryan’s truck.How awful is it that I want to ride Dash on that bench seat? That I want to fog the windows up with our fucking?
He pulls back and hammers into me, urging me to scream his name. I try to hold back, try not to give in to that request, but I know once I say it, we’ll both come.
“Dash! Oh God! Dash!” I scream out, right there on the edge.
His release pours inside me as I come. We fall forward, my chest pressing against the jukebox. My heart is pounding and my legs tremble. Dash is breathless as he presses a kiss to my shoulder. It’s tender and sweet, not like what just happened between us. No, that was all primal and devouring.
He eases out of me, and a moment later, I hear his zipper. Stunned, I dazedly look for my panties and jeans. With a grin, he holds them out for me, then steadies me when I stumble putting them on. He discards the condom while I tug my jeans on.
“Um, that probably shouldn’t happen again,” I say, putting my shoes back on.
“We both know it will,” he replies. “Just go with it.”
Just go with it. Fine. I don’t want to resist right now. I’ll just go with it. It doesn’t mean anything anyway. Can’t mean anything. As long as I remember that, I can absolutely just go with it.
He lingers while I turn the jukebox off and grab my keys, then he walks me out for the second time tonight. This part of him makes me think he was raised right, raised to be somewhat of a gentleman. I don’t know what pain he’s had in his life or how he came to be in the MC. Most of the members joined because they had something they were running from or looking for an outlet for their rage. I’m desperate to know his story.
“See you soon, Peppermint,” he says as he opens my truck door.
I climb inside and he leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. Yes, apparently Dash can be a gentleman. He just doesn’t fuck like one.
