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She rode my hand for a couple more seconds, until she was finally falling apart in my arms. A rough scream left her as the release slammed into her.
“Fucking hell, pet. You’re beautiful.” I nipped her bottom lip, pulling my fingers from her body and bringing them up to my mouth. Sucking her juices off of them, I swallowed the sweet acidic desire coating them.
She shivered, sliding off my lap before lying down.
I moved in behind her, wrapping my arms around her middle. “Thank you, Ainsley,” I murmured.
She turned around, facing me and kissing me softly. “Thank you,” she whispered.
My eyes widened. I lifted my head, unsure if I heard her correctly or not. Even if it was just a whisper like I thought, the fact that she actually spoke, made me feel like the mother fucking king of the damn world.
Ainsley
Cyrus: Wear somethingcomfortable. We’re going to take a little drive for our date this evening.
Me: Okay, I’m looking forward to it.
Cyrus: Me too, pet.
Me: Have a good day.
Cyrus: You too.
I sighed, put my phone away, and went back to listening to Cheesy instruct the current class learning American Sign Language. While they did actually speak well, I knew that they appreciated having other options when they didn’t feel like using their words.
As much as I tried paying attention though, I couldn’t help but think back to that delicious night a few weeks ago. We hadn’t gone on another date outside of hanging out at my apartment. Cyrus didn’t want to overwhelm me and would bring flowers and dinner over every Friday evening since. Sex was still off the table, but we kissed, touched, shared a few more orgasms between us and just spent time together. Foreplay with him left me aching for more but we both knew that I hadn’t been ready to go all the way. Not until recently. I just didn’t know how to let it be known that I wanted him to fuck me.
Cyrus and I had spent many hours kissing, cuddling, touching. I had wanted to have sex with him but was thankful when he told me that we wouldn’t. Not yet. I often wondered if a part of me didn’t expect to just do it because that seemed to be the normal thing. But when he turned it down, it was like a sense of relief washed over me instead.
I already knew it was going to happen. For whatever reason, I had never even considered it with any other guy. Even a couple guys I had dated as a teen wanted sex. Instantly.
I scoffed.
“Ainsley?”
My head snapped up, finding Cheesy and a couple of the students looking my way.
My cheeks flamed.Sorry.
Continue practicing with each other, Cheesy instructed before heading toward me. He sat on the couch beside me, stretching out his long legs in front of him.
“How was your date with Cyrus?”
My head whipped around.You know about that?
He chuckled. “Word travels fast. Cyrus doesn’t date. Neither does Sammy. So when a woman catches their eye, people notice.”
Interesting.
“He likes you. He’s hardly at the clubhouse anymore.”
Cheesy didn’t have to tell me that. I already knew Cyrus liked me. I liked him too. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have asked him to come over and I definitely wouldn’t be spending as much time with him as I did.
My body heated. I could still feel his hands on me. His tongue deep in my mouth. His fingers in a part of my body that hadn’t been given to someone consensually in years. The fact that he had given me control when I knew that he needed it himself, said more than words ever could.
Do you like being a biker?I asked Cheesy, wanting to get the conversation off of Cyrus and me. Even though we had been dating for a few weeks, our relationship was still new, and I didn’t want to do anything to mess it up.
“I do. Which is funny because my dad is a cop, but he knows what I do and what club I’m trying to patch into.” Cheesy gave me a small smile. “Hell’s Harlem are good men. This chapter is anyway. Greyson spent years trying to clean it up and while Jaron isn’t as into it as his dad was, I know he wouldn’t do anything to screw up his father’s work. As long as his loved ones are safe at least.”
