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THIS WAS HANDS down the craziest sex thing Brenna had ever done. If she were ever at a party playing one of those truth games in which someone asked where was the most outrageous place she’d gotten it on, the carpet in a partially built women’s shelter on outlaw MC property in broad daylight would be the answer every single time.
But, holy shit, was she loving every second of it. The way she was half-naked in the middle of an unfinished building while Lock was once again fully dressed. How her friends and clients or his brothers could walk in any second. How it was the middle of the damn day, and the sun shone brightly through the unadorned windows, revealing every expression she had and putting her on display more than ever before. And those were before she even got to the lethal tongue doing very naughty things between her legs.
The combination of lust, trepidation over being discovered, and vulnerability at being so exposed caused a riot of sensations in her that worked together to make her tremble and be more turned on than she’d thought possible.
“Christ, you taste like fucking heaven,” he mumbled against her before swirling his tongue through her wetness once again.
Brenna’s head dangled down as she held herself up with weakening arms. Her eyes wanted to close so she could block out the world and absorb nothing but the feel of his mouth, but her brain didn’t want to miss a second of the erotic show as he lay beneath her and ate her out like he’d never tasted anything better.
He squeezed her ass as he speared his tongue inside her, making her shout. Pleasure rippled out from her sex, fluttering through her body. She fought the urge to grind down on his face and ride his tongue like she owned him.
He must have sensed her restraint because he rolled his eyes her way. “Do it,” was what he said.
She groaned and shook her head. It’d be too much. Too needy, too brazen, too damn filthy.
He squeezed her ass cheeks hard, then slapped the right one once. “Do it,” he growled again, this time with his lips against her pussy, sending an onslaught of vibrations through her most sensitive flesh.
She cried out, and the depraved part of her brain took over. She slammed down against his face, drawing a muffled grunt from him. When a flicker of concern over hurting him ran through her, he immediately chased it away by shoving his tongue back inside her. Brenna moaned and worked her hips, riding that wicked tongue with abandon.
It was the most remarkable thing she’d ever experienced, and she never wanted it to end. In fact, she wanted more.
More skin, more of his hands, and more of his mouth.
And she wanted to drive him as wild with pleasure as she was.
He slid his tongue out of her and up to her clit where he did some magical flick that had her lower belly clenching.
“Oh crap,” she murmured. “Do that aga… Jesus, that’s amazing.
Her fingers curled against the soft carpet as she tried to keep from rocketing off into the sky.
Suddenly, the need to return the pleasure hit her so hard it could not be ignored. Without warning, she practically threw herself off him.
“What’s wr—”
“Shh.” She turned and settled back over his face, looking toward his feet. With steady but eager fingers, she went to work on his jeans.
“Oh, fuck yes,” Lock said. He grabbed her ass again, squeezing, molding, and spreading her cheeks. She’d have felt embarrassed by the blatant perusal if she wasn’t so focused on her task.
Getting his pants off was impossible. She was too impatient to ask him to lift his hips and spend the time working them off his body. Instead, she unzipped him and shoved the jeans open before going straight for the slit in his boxers.
“Fuck me,” Lock shouted as her hands found his stiff cock. He was so hard she worried she’d hurt him while fumbling with the fabric to release him. After a few clumsy attempts, she had his cock out. This was the first time she got to see and feel him. Fluid glistened on the tip. His dick was hot and hard against her palm. It was long, thick, and veiny, precisely as she’d have hoped.
Her mouth watered. It’d never been this way for her before. Sucking Lock became as much about her hunger as what he desired. She wanted that cock between her lips and against her tongue. Longed for it. She pressed her tongue against the roof of her mouth, already anticipating the feel of him.
He sucked her clit between his lips, and any lingering control snapped. Brenna dove onto his erection, taking him as deep as she could with strong suction and no preamble.
“Jesus, fuck!” Lock shouted. His hips jerked, jamming the back of her throat, and making her gag, but she didn’t pull off. Instead, she dug her fingers into his thighs and hollowed her cheeks.
“Fuck, baby, that is the best thing…” His words drifted off as he resumed eating her with as much vigor as she sucked him.
Saliva leaked from the corner of her mouth, but she let it. Brenna felt like a starving animal hellbent on satisfying the emptiness inside her. She bobbed up and down on his dick over and over while grinding her pussy all over his face. It was dirty, it was decadent, it was hotter than anything she’d dreamed up.
And it felt so damn good.
This is what she’d been waiting for her entire adult life. This wild, unrestrained passion that wouldn’t be denied. Nothing in the world could have stopped her. The entire club could have tromped through the door, and she wouldn’t have cared. The pleasure was too good, too necessary. Nothing or no one would stop her from feeling him explode against her tongue before she drank him down.
Her arms shook, and her muscles protested how long she’d had her weight on her hands. Brenna ignored the discomfort without much effort, focusing instead on the hum of ecstasy in her blood. Every time Lock lashed her clit, her toes tingled, and she whimpered. Then he’d return to tongue-fucking her, and she’d rocked on him, moaning around his dick.
