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He slotted his thigh between my legs, gripping my ass and coaxing me to move. I gasped at the friction of his jeans against my clit, my panties quickly getting sticky and damp.
Then Ironside dropped to his knees and I was certain this is what heaven looked like. Reaching under my skirt, he slid my panties down my legs and tucked the bundle of lacy fabric into his cut pocket.
“For safe keeping,” he said.
“Mysafe keeping?” I asked wryly. “Oryoursafe keeping?”
He grinned up at me, guiding my leg over his shoulder. Cupping my pussy in his palm, he pressed his thumb to my clit in slow, steady circles. My entire body tightened, heat coiling in my lower belly.
“Does it matter?” he replied. “You won’t be wearing them tonight either way.”
I couldn’t think as he flicked and stroked my clit, grinding the heel of his palm against my pussy. My legs trembled andI grabbed his shoulder to steady myself. My breathing grew ragged and I flung my head back, gazing up at the stars overhead, the gentle sway of the tree tops.
Ironside ducked his head under my skirt, airy purple fabric spilling over his black leather cut.
Then his mouth was there, hot, wet tongue gliding along the length of my pussy. Swirling and teasing at my clit with sparks of delirious, mind-blowing pleasure. His big, calloused hands gripped my ass, holding me tight against his mouth. Pinning me against the suction of his mouth and the rolling drag of his tongue.
A moan fell from my lips, loud and desperate in the quiet dark. I plunged my fingers into his silver hair, canting my hips against my mouth. My nipples ached and my breasts felt heavy with the need to be touched.
My orgasm swelled like a balloon until I wavered on my tiptoes, threatening to burst in a shower of fireworks at any moment. I gripped the back seat of his motorcycle for support.
“Oh, God, Reuben,yes—” I rasped.
My legs shook and it took every ounce of willpower to remain standing. He kept massaging my pussy, back and forth, but he never pressed in, never tried to penetrate me, unless I gave him the signal that I was ready for it.
Just as I reached my peak, I lost my balance. My legs were too watery to stay upright any longer. I toppled to the ground with Ironside, flinging my hands out to catch myself, planting my palms in the dirt.
But Ironside kept going. He lifted me over his face, muscled arms banded around my thighs. He sucked at my clit with a ravenous hunger.
My body seized, orgasm driving through me with blinding heat, grinding against his tongue. A wordless shout tore frommy throat, startling a rabbit nearby that raced off into the underbrush.
When Ironside sat up, I slid, boneless, into his arms, fighting to catch my breath.
“Wow,” I panted.
He chuckled, helping me to stand.
“We're just getting started, petal. I want to see how many times I can make you come before sunrise.”
Chapter nine
Ironside
I had barely let Lena in my front door before she started peeling the cut off my shoulders. When I took a breath to speak, she touched my lips.
“I know. It doesn’t touch the floor.”
She diligently draped it over one of the hooks on the coat rack by the door, along with the strap of her purse. I threaded our fingers together, kissing the back of her hand. For the past week, I wondered how she would settle in with my club and my lifestyle. But she seemed to be adapting just fine.
Lena stepped closer, sliding her hands up my chest and around my neck.
“I’ve been practicing,” she whispered.
I curved my palms around her waist and down to cup her ass, pulling her curves flush against my body.
“Practicing what?”
She swallowed from a sudden bout of shyness.
