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Growling, I close the distance between us, picking her up, tumbling her to the bed, and coming down on top of her.
“You’re still wearing all your clothes,” she speaks against my lips.
“Too many clothes,” I agree, kicking off my shoes and stripping off the rest of them. I’ve finally got Shelley in bed. I’m going to make the most of it.
Sliding my nose over the top of her stocking, I let my tongue trace the line between her skin and the silky fabric. Shelley moans, her fingers sliding into my hair. Chuckling, I press kisses to her soft skin as I move north, her legs spreading to accommodate my wide shoulders between them.
Finally, I reach my goal. The apex of her thighs. I don’t want to ruin her fancy lingerie. I totally want to see her in them again, so I carefully push the lace to the side, my lips and tongue sliding over her folds. Lapping at her, I pause, giving extra attention and swirling my tongue every time she moans.
After a second, it becomes apparent that she loves it when my tongue circles her clit, occasionally brushing against it. I repeat the movement until her hips press against my face, and she’s panting.
“Please, Merch. Please. I need to come.”
“Happy to oblige, kid,” I rumble back. She shudders as my lips move against her clit. Taking it gently between my teeth, I flick it with my tongue, and she comes with a gasp and a thrust of her hips.
Kissing my way up her body, I latch onto one of her nipples, rolling on a condom and positioning her. I bite lightly on her nipple, pinching the other hard as I slide home.
“Ugh, so good,” Shelley pants, her head tipping back, her fingers gripping my hair. Yeah, she is.
Pumping my hips, I let her wet nipple slip out of my mouth, kissing up her throat and swirling my tongue. Shelley’s hands roam over my back, her legs lifting and wrapping around my waist.
“God, this lace is so sexy on you.”
Lifting onto my forearms, I smirk down at the sight of her glazed, pleasure-filled eyes, half-closed, her perfect, even white teeth biting down on her lower lip as I drive into her.
“You gonna come for me again, kid?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I am.”
She better. I hammer into her, coaxing her over the edge, and she shatters, making her sexy little mewling sound as she clings to me, pressing her lips closer, her pussy muscles gripping my dick like they don’t want to let go.
Groaning, I pump my hips forward one last time, slamming balls deep into her and coming, slumping down on top of her, my lips finding her throat again to press a kiss. Fucking incredible. Michelle definitely isn’t as boring as Shelley thinks she is.
SHELLEY
The hotel sheets are luxurious, pulled over my chest as I lie here, staring at the ceiling. I can see Merch’s tattooed fingers out of the corner of my eye, toying with the sheet where it lies over his waist.
I think I might be a biker’s booty call. I think I like it. My body is still humming from two orgasms. Merch knows how to use his mouth better than any guy I’ve ever hooked up with.
I definitely like that he got my number. He must have got it from Lisa. I can’t see him getting it from Lana. I don’t even think he would know Lana’s name.
When I got his first text message, I knew exactly who it was. No one else calls mekid. A smile plays over my lips. I also liked how he didn’t explain who it was, just expecting me to know. There’s something so sexy about that kind of confidence.
Merch turns his head, his eyes locking on my lips. A blush creeps over my cheeks. Maybe he’s thinking about the blow job I gave him at the fairground. I’d definitely be down for giving him another one.
That does not appear to be what he’s thinking, and he sits up abruptly, frowning at me.
“Don’t go catching feelings,” he growls at me, sliding out of bed, snagging his jeans, and tugging them on. His eyes land on me again, his eyebrows raised in warning. “This is just fucking.”
Uh. Yeah. I’m a society princess. He’s a biker. Ofcoursethis is just fucking. I’d have to be delusional to think I could take him home to my parents.
Slowly, I sit up, letting the smile drop off my face. So much for another blow job. I keep the sheet held against my chest, covering my tits. He got nice and acquainted with them before, but this is not an appropriate conversation for them to come out.
I lift my eyebrows, matching my expression to his.
“Duh.” I let my eyes linger exaggeratedly at my pile of fancy clothes on the ground before letting them run over his jeans and tattoos. Pursing my lips, I raise my eyebrows at him again. “I’m not about to take you home to meet my parents.”
I can’t help but snort at the very thought. My mother would die of shock.
