No kidding, this has to be the most comfortable bed in the whole wide world.
And the sheets – god, they’re the softest I’ve ever felt before. They must be like Egyptian cotton or some ridiculously high, ten thousand thread count.
Such comfortable bedding is the last thing I expected from the rugged biker.
Today, I really should find out what his name is now that I’ve had his tongue between my legs, belt on my ass, and slept in his bed.
There’s not even an ounce of shame in me for what we did last night either. I learned something very important about the biker – he loves spanking women and gets off on it. Except, I didn’t actually give him what he was so desperate for, did I?
The rough treatment was exactly what I expected from a tough guy like him. My ass may be a little sore, but it was worth it for the pleasure and new intel.
I’ve always had a high pain tolerance. If I didn’t, then after the first time I got road rash from being thrown from my bike, I probably never would’ve climbed up on it again.
I can take the pain, especially when I know that the man doling it out must have really enjoyed it based on the speed in which he had my pants down and his belt off.
Usually, I go for soft guys, the ones who aren’t necessarily the most handsome or have the best bodies. Ones that you can look at while drinking in a bar and just know that they enjoy going down on a woman, that licking pussy gets them off too.
I wouldn’t have pegged the biker for being so generous while not getting anything in return. The truth is, I’ve never been with anyone like him, mostly because I’ve tried to stay away from the bad boy types, learning that lesson from my own mother’s experience with my father. I did date a tattoo artist for a while, and she was right about him.
I’ll never let myself end up like her – pining over someone who only uses her for sex whenever the mood strikes.
That’s why I’m glad that last night was so one-sided. It means I currently hold all of the power in this new little dynamic with a man whose name I don’t even know. I got the badass biker all worked up and then had him tuck me into his bed while his dick was still hard.
I somehow managed to manipulate a Savage King, who yelled and ran off a dozen or more men yesterday. He’s already halfway to being wrapped around my finger and doesn’t even know it yet.
Pretty damn proud of myself, I can’t help but smile as I stretch my arms over my head, then finally open my eyes.
Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome Biker is sitting up with his back against the headboard just a few inches away, glaring down at me through narrowed eyes. His facial hair looks a little thicker along his jaw than it did yesterday; and thankfully, he’s still shirtless, those thick arms crossed over his broad chest, showing off all of his sexy muscles and ink – a dragon wrapped around his left arm, what appears to be a reaper on the right, and then Carpe Diem across his sexy chest.
Uh-oh. It looks like someone woke up grumpy. Although, I guess I would be grumpy too if a man got me all worked up and then fell asleep before finishing me off.
“Good morning,” I say to him cheerfully.
“You fell asleep,” he grumbles, as if I wasn’t aware of that.
“Oh, I guess I did,” I say as I roll to my back and glance around the sparsely decorated room. “Your bed is so comfy, and the sheets are ridiculously soft. You’ll have to tell me the brand and where you got them.”
“You fucking fell asleep and left me hurting all night!” he reiterates, ignoring my praise of his bedding.
“Aww, I’m so sorry, my King.” Rolling to my side again, I reach over and run my fingernails over his lower stomach, underneath his crossed arms. His ab muscles bunch at the small touch. “I don’t know what came over me. You just made me float away with the pleasure.”
“Yeah, well, now it’s my turn,” he declares. Reaching over, he strikes faster than a snake, jerking the covers off of me, knocking them clear to the floor. The sudden cool breeze on my naked lower half makes me shiver. I can’t help but notice that he’s also naked below the waist, his long cock so hard the crown is nearly touching his stomach.
“Absolutely.” Sitting up, I run my fingers through my tangled hair and ask, “Mind if I use your bathroom first?”
He lets out a heavy sigh. “Fine. It’s right fucking there,” he tells me, pointing his finger at the door to the left, next to my side of the bed.
“Great, I’ll hurry,” I promise with a wink as I roll off the mattress and get to my feet.
And I know without looking back that his eyes will go straight to my ass and see the lines his belt left on it last night.
In fact, I even hear him groan before I walk into the bathroom and shut the door.
I really did have to use the toilet. Then, after I wash my hands, I open his medicine cabinet and find the toothpaste, squirting a little on my finger to scrub over my teeth while I peek inside the other cabinets, making him wait.
There’s the usual bathroom and guy stuff – towels, washcloths, extra soap and shampoo bottles, razors, shaving cream, aloe vera, a comb and some aftershave but no cologne.
Once my finger tooth brushing is done, I wash my hands again and then unscrew the top of the aftershave to take a whiff.
Yep, it smells like the biker, like the woods and ocean mixed together, a really delicious combination. I dab a drop on my finger and then rub it on my neck, under the collar of my leather jacket, the only thing I’m still wearing. I’m not sure why he didn’t take it off of me, unless he didn’t think about it until after he tucked me into bed. I really did pass out as soon as my head hit the pillow.
Since there’s nothing left to do to waste more time, I finally go over to the door and open it.
The biker is, of course, still in bed naked, waiting for “his turn,” his eyes hot and hungry. He’s so desperate for relief that his hand is stroking his thick cock up and down.
No doubt about it, I want him inside of me, in my mouth even, but only after I play with him a little more just because I can.
“Sorry to keep you waiting…sir,” I tell him as I start for the bed. “And I really should know your name by now since you know mine.”
“It’s Marcus,” he responds, his voice deeper, gruffer than usual.
“And your last name? I should know it too since you’ve had your mouth between my legs.”
He licks his lips at the reminder, and I can’t help but wonder if he can still taste me on them. “De La Cruz.”
“Then I can’t wait to get to know you better, Marcus De La Cruz.”
“All you need to know is how to get up here and open your mouth wide, little girl.”
“Yes, sir,” I agree as I turn around to hop up on the tall bed, ass first, and whimper when the mattress rubs against my bottom.
I’m still wincing when I put my weight on my hip as I ease the rest of the way up the bed.
