Page 45 of Jerry's Passion (Insurgents MC Romance)
Another pause. “Because I’m telling you to.”
She placed her hand on the knob and froze.
“Babe, come on and let me in. I want to see you. This is crazy.”
Even though she agreed, her stomach was doing major gymnastics, and a cold sweat had broken out over her skin. “Kylie, come on.” His voice was as soft as a feather, and she slowly turned the knob. He stood on the other side, concern covering his face. “What’s going on, babe?”
She shrugged and looked down, fascinated with the herringbone pattern on the tile floor. His hand cupped her chin and he brought her head up, his eyes staring intently into hers. “Tell me what’s wrong. You can’t get your friend off your mind?”
Turning away, she shook her head, then nodded, then shrugged. Jerry drew her close to him. “You have second thoughts about us being here?” Her head waggled while she pulled at a hangnail on her pinky. “You don’t want to be with me?”
“I do,” she said in a barely audible voice.
“Well, that’s good, because I want to be with you too. You know I’d never hurt you, right? We can go real slow, if that’s what you want.”
“I want to be just like the women you fuck at the club. I want to please you the way they do.”
He shook his head. “You’re nothing like they are. I like you the way you are, and baby, you please me real good. Better than all the club whores put together.”
“You’re just saying that.”
“No, I’m not. Damn. I wouldn’t want you to be like them. I like that I’m your first man. Haven’t you been thinking about me?”
“A lot.”
“Me too. And isn’t this what you’ve been imagining while you’ve been sitting through your classes?”
She nodded.
“This is what you and I have been wanting since the last time I was here.”
“I know.” Silence spread around them.
He cleared his throat. “You’re too tense.” He rubbed her small shoulders with his large hands, and she moaned in pleasure as he massaged her stiff muscles. After several minutes, he whispered in her ear, “You want to take a long, hot shower? It’ll make you feel better.”
She bobbed her head up and down then watched him walk over to the tub and turn on the water, checking the temperature with his hand. “Nice and warm.” He smiled and she melted. He padded over to her and kissed her then tugged his T-shirt over his head, his broad chest adorned with colorful ink, enticing her. When he unzipped his jeans, his biceps flexed and the ink on them danced. Kylie sucked in her lower lip when he slid his pants down over his tanned skin, around the curve of his hips, his ass, and past his corded legs. In the bathroom, with the mega-watt lightbulbs across the mirror, he looked like a sculpture she’d seen photos of in her European renaissance history class.
Without thinking, she reached out and traced his toned muscles with her fingernail, grazing across his erect nipple. She leaned over and licked the small peak then circled her tongue around it. “Fuck,” he rasped under his breath. She ran her hands down his chiseled arms, coming up under them then lightly scratching his sides until she landed on his perfectly round and firm ass. Grasping his cheeks, she squeezed them, her nails digging into his taut flesh. He groaned and pushed into her, his hard, thick dick jabbing her in the ribs. When she twined her hand around it, she was surprised how warm and hard it was, like a hot poker. She moved her hand up and down and he growled, gently untangling it from his pulsing hardness.
She blinked rapidly. “Did I do something wrong? You didn’t like it?”
His brown eyes smoldered as he slowly looked her up and down, lingering on her mouth. “I like it too fuckin’ much, and I don’t wanna come yet. You got me all fired up, babe. Now take your clothes off for me.” The water was still running, so Kylie hurriedly whipped her top off. “Slowly,” he ordered.
Kylie undid her jeans and lowered them inch by inch, her eyes never leaving his. A hazy lust shone in his as he watched her peel off her clothes. She stood before him in a sheer green bra and matching bikini panties, her smooth lips straining against the fabric. “Touch your tits,” he breathed. She cupped her breasts, loving the way his hard dick twitched and throbbed because of her. Her stiff nipples pushed against the sheer bra, and Jerry whistled softly under his breath. “Take your bra off. Nice and slow.”
She unhooked her bra, and before she could slide it off, he was next to her, his fingers looped around the straps on her shoulders, his hardness poking her. With deliberation, he slipped it down her shoulders and arms then bent down, took an aching bud into his mouth, and sucked it.Holy shit!Jolts of pleasure zigzagged through her body as she felt dampness in her panties.
He reached down and kneaded her quivering pussy. “I can feel how wet you are. Fuck.”
Her body tightened, and she willed herself not to come. It seemed that every time he touched her she went off like a rocket, and she wanted to slow it down and savor their bodies touching one another’s, skin to skin. “The water’s still running,” she said against his shoulder.
“Turn around and take off your panties,” he ordered.
With her back to him, she slid them down her toned legs and they landed on the floor, pooled around her ankles. “Open your legs a bit, then bend down and pick them up.” She complied, and her ass cheeks spread open as her wet pussy was fully exposed. “Fuckin’ beautiful,” he said huskily. She picked up her undies and turned around, his hungry eyes making her blush.
“Give them to me.” Jerry held out his hand, and she placed her crumpled panties in it. Bringing them to his nose, he breathed in deeply. “So sweet and tempting,” he said as he placed them on the fake marble counter and tugged her to him. Kissing her deeply, he nudged her toward the tub. She saw him bend down and take a foil package out of the pocket of his jeans before parting the shower curtain and helping her into the bathtub.
The warm water felt good, and Jerry stepped in behind her and drew her back against him, reaching for the soap. After unwrapping the package, he lathered up his hands and rubbed them over her neck, shoulders, and tits, tweaking her hard beads each time he massaged the soap over her breasts. It felt amazing, and all the doubts she’d had earlier dissolved. She leaned back and let herself enjoy the sensations coursing through her. His soapy hands kneaded under her tits, then down to her ribs and belly, and all while his hard dick pressed against the small of her back. To her disappointment, he bypassed her pussy, instead washing her thighs in a slow, circular pattern. She dropped her head back, pillowing it against his shoulder, and moaned.
