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Joey kept my laptop – because of course she did. Tapping my fingernails on the table, I stare at my phone as the real estate site reloads with the correct parameters. I don’t think I can affordanyof these. Maybe I could find someone looking for a roommate?
The front door opens, and I jump a mile, spinning around. My heart calms down a little when I see it’s Viper. I thought he’d be at the clubhouse for a long time. It’s not even that late. From what Shelley said, Friday night parties usually last well after midnight. It’s not even eight.
He walks up behind me, his hands landing on the table on either side of my elbows. I can feel his heat on my back, and his breath tickles against my cheek. My heart takes off again, this time for a completely different reason.
I’ve never been this close to him when it hasn’t involved a motorcycle between our legs. We haven't gottenclosein the week I’ve been living here.
Viper exhales, and the faint smell of whiskey mingles with the warm breath brushing my cheek.
“What are you doing?” he asks, his eyes on my phone.
“Looking for rentals. Hopefully, I’ll get out of your hair as soon as possible.”
A low growl rumbles out of Viper, and I turn my head in surprise. I come nose to nose with him, blinking at the heat in his eyes.
“Not a fucking chance, Peaches,” he growls.
Suddenly, I’m flat on my back on the table, gasping as Viper stands over me, easing my jeans and panties down. My heart is thumping hard, my breath coming out in shallow pants as Viper’s head moves between my thighs.
“Oh god,” I moan as his tongue swipes through my folds, finding my clit and flicking it. My fingers tangle in his hair, and my hips buck against his mouth.
Growling again, his hands move to grab my ass, holding me in place against his mouth as his tongue flickers and licks, driving me insane.
I don’t have the greatest experience with sex. I mean, I’m not a virgin, but I haven’t hadthisdone quite so well before. The table is too smooth beneath my fingers. There’s nothing for me to grab onto andhold. You know, so I don’t float off into the universe.
Viper’s tongue grazes the edge of my clit, a whimper breaking free from my mouth. He rumbles a chuckle and does the same movement again and again. I need to hold ontosomething.
Settling for his hair, I grip the sandy blond strands. They’re not super long, so I must be tugging a little, but he doesn’t seem to mind. If anything, it’s making him growl more and lickharder.
The pressure building low in my stomach bursts, and I come, gasping with a soft squeal, my fingers tightening further in his hair. With one final flick of his tongue, Viper chuckles, kissing his way up my stomach.
The sound of his zipper lowering is loud in the otherwise quiet room – though the sounds of the South Side still float through the open windows, past the security screens.
Viper’s breathing is harsh and loud as he raises his head, stares into my eyes, and lifts his dick out of his jeans. His eyes lazily trail over my body as he tugs my jeans and panties off, dropping them on the ground.
Digging a condom from his back pocket – he must keep them there for clubhouse parties…just in case– he rolls it on and grips my thigh, positioning himself, his dick probing at my entrance.
Pushing up onto my elbows, my gaze rests on his face as he pushes inside me, his jaw tight, satisfaction blazing in his eyes. Oh,yes. My head tips back, my mouth falling open as forgotten muscles stretch inside me.
It’s been so long. Being the full-time caregiver for a terminally ill, heavily religious mother doesn’t exactly leave much time for…extracurricular activities. And Viper sure is…extra.
“Fuckyes, Peaches,” he groans, gripping my other thigh and holding me in the exact position he wants as he starts to move in deep, firm strokes.
Holy hell. I don’t remember it being likethis. I was picking the wrong partners in my previous fumbles. There’s nothing fumbling about what is happening on this table. Viper’s thrusts are hard and full of purpose, plunging into me again and again.
My head tips back, my breathing as harsh as his. Once again, I have no idea where to put my hands. I settle for gripping his hands on top of my thighs, slumping back onto the table, arching my back, and lifting my hips in time with his thrusts.
The pressure bubbling low in my stomach is building again. With a grunt, Viper moves his hands to the bottoms of my thighs, lifting my ass off the table and really hammering into me.
The new angle hits my sweet spot just right. I don’t have any warning time. My orgasm crashes over me in waves, my legs spasming with its unexpectedness. My squeal is so high-pitched I don’t even think dogs could hear it.
“That’s it, Peaches,” Viper coaxes, his voice low and velvety smooth. “Come for me.”
“Yes,” I gasp, my fingers tightening on his. “Yes, yes, yes!”
Viper keeps pumping as my inner muscles milk his dick, thrusting in hard and holding there as he comes, his pupils dilating, his eyelids fluttering closed.
“So fucking good,” he mutters.
