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Trigger drops down on my pale gray couch, tossing a violet velvet pillow to his side.
“I’ll be right back. I need to shower the club off of me really quick,” I call over my shoulder and skip to the back corner of my apartment, locking myself in the bathroom. I quickly strip, tossing the hoodie and the scrap of fabric considered a thong in the hamper.
I flip the shower faucet to scalding and scrub the layers of makeup off my face as I wait for the water to warm up.
Once in the shower, I take my time washing every inch of my body to make sure I’m perfectly clean. When I wash my breasts, the scratch of the loofah against my nipples sends ripples of pleasure to my core. I hurry and wash my groin, making sure not to rub too hard. I want to save all of my pleasure for Trigger. Then again, it actually may do me some good to get myself off once before going out there.
I push down my nerves and decide against it, rinsing the delicious smelling soap from my body before shutting the water off and wrapping myself in a fluffy towel.
I quickly run a brush through my hair before spinning it up into a bun, tucking the end into the middle to secure it. I ditch the towel for my silk robe, shutting off the lights before making my way out of my room.
The only light in the apartment is the light from above the stove and a neon purple LED sign in the corner of the living room. The glow coming from the shape of a woman’s ass as she suggestively holds her thong makes me smile. Trigger laughs, pointing to the lamp.
“Ghost fucking loves those things.”
I giggle, “You should see the one above my bed.” The one in there is a woman's bare torso, nipples and all.
“Later,” he says, his voice dropping a couple octaves, coming out in grumbles. “Come here.”
I tip toe over to him, quite literally on my tiptoes– a habit from dancing for so long. I stop when my knees hit his from his position on the couch. He leans forward, putting his beefy, tattooed hands around my thighs. “Good girl,” he growls.
His words have need grasping at my belly and molten fluid dripping down the insides of my thighs.
My eyes meet his and he smiles appreciatively. “You’re so sexy without makeup.” He chuckles at my harrumph. “You’re sexy with makeup too, Red. But these freckles? I want to fucking lick them.”
“Then do it.” I squint my eyes in a challenge.
Trigger’s sultry smile has my knees threatening to give out on me as he runs his calloused fingertips along the smooth skin of my legs.
In one fell swoop Trigger has both of my thighs in his strong hands as he lifts me from the floor and pulls me down to straddle his lap.
My robe slides open and my naked pussy brushes against the bulge in his jeans, causing a shiver to wrack my body.
Before I can adjust to this new position, Trigger leans forward and licks a path up my chest. Starting at the freckles between my breasts, he glides his tongue up my neck and all the way up to the valley between my jaw and my ear.
I let out a moan, dropping my head back and pushing my chest farther into him.
Lust slams into me as I grind my hips back and forth, his hardness digging into me.
One hand lands on the back of my head, guiding my face to his while the other settles on my hip holding me in place. I whimper as the pressure against my clit lessens. “Slow down,” he orders.
I groan in frustration as I try to rub against him, but I am no match for his strength as he holds me still.
He chuckles. For a split second, I want to punch his perfect teeth until he guides my mouth to his. His beard tickles my face as his soft, puffy lips press against mine.
Trigger holds my head still and I moan when his lips finally part and his minty tongue finds its way into my mouth. He expertly navigates his way through our kiss. I want nothing more than to rip his clothes off and for him to fuck me, but I know it is against every single law out there to take a biker's cut off of him. I have no other option than to wait for him to take it off, but the second he does, all bets are off. I can rip every other stitch of clothing off of him.
Trigger’s kiss is devastatingly perfect. I can feel the moisture leaking between my legs onto his jeans as every swipe of his tongue against mine sends ripples through my body.
“Take your clothes off,” I beg on a moan.
He runs his hands over my sides, untying the belt of my robe. Sliding his hands under the fabric, he pushes it to my sides. His gaze roams up and down my naked body before finally settling on my eyes.
His eyes stay locked on mine as he bends forward. I inhale sharply as his long tongue flicks against my overly sensitive nipple. The bud disappears behind his lips as he takes as much of me into his mouth as he can.
Moaning, I arch my chest into him, begging him not to stop. He pulls away, spitting on the nipple he was just sucking before bringing his hand up to pull at the sensitive tip. He switches to the other nipple, taking his sweet time. A whimper escapes my lips as he takes my breast between his teeth, lightly biting down.
I moan, pulling his head away from my breast. “Quit fucking around, Trigger.”
