Inflamed: A Shadow Riders MC (48 page)

I was inflamed. This man inflamed me, completely.

“Babe,” he growled. He wrapped his hands around my face, forcing me to keep my focus on nothing but him. “I can’t let you do any goddamn thing to me before you let me have a taste of that sweet fuckin’ mouth of yours first. I've been dreamin' of havin' a taste of it for a long motherfuckin' time now and I'm not lettin' you get anywhere else near me 'til you let me have some of it, tongue and all."

Tongue and all. My God.

"You can have every drop of me that you want, Jacob Hawkins. Everything I've ever been willing to give, I've only ever been willing to give to one man: you."

"Fuck, baby." He brushed his thumb back and forth beneath my bottom lip and bent down over my face. My heartbeat accelerated; my breathing heightened, and the arousal of my sex reached an even higher and more intense level that I didn’t even know existed, a level my body didn’t know to be real and couldn’t seem to comprehend as it happened. “
Jesus, fuckin' fuck
.”

The minute his breath hit my face again, my head dipped back even further and I shut my eyes and inhaled him; that natural male scent came off his skin in waves and screwed with my brain in a way that nothing else ever could or had before.

He brushed his thumb across my mouth, and then I felt his tongue slide back and forth between my lips as if he was trying to slide it inside but not, because he felt that it was more appropriate to tease me with it. I whimpered and could feel his lips curve up into a grin; it was pure and absolute torture in one of the best and worst ways imaginable. My hands moved around his waist and I held on tight to prepare for the crash of waves that I knew would be coming the second he finally, and officially pressed his mouth against mine.

And when he did,
my God.
I moaned and sank into him completely as if I had just stepped into a pile of quicksand, only I wasn’t seeking help and hoping to be relieved from it. I wanted to be pulled under, I wanted to sink right along with him. My head was spinning, I felt dizzy. My heart was racing even more than when he just had his hands all over me, and the heightened arousal of my sex sent my entire body bursting into complete flames against him.

As our mouths opened and closed together, as our rapid breathing grew even more fervent against each other, as his tongue slid back and forth across mine, as his hands moved around and down to my breasts and squeezed them over my shirt, I wondered if this might actually be what it’s like in heaven. I knew in truth that it wasn’t, that what I was experiencing with River was more or less a fantasy that had become all too real for the both of us; but it was a sin so terribly and unapologetically beautiful that I was sure even God Himself would’ve looked upon it as being worth suffering for.

When he pulled away from me, sweat poured from his face and down the front of his body. I ran my hands up and down the soft hairs of his chest and sucked the taste of him from my bottom lip. "I need to fuckin' be inside you right now, Mia," he grunted. "No more waitin' around, doll."

"But--" I wanted more foreplay. I wanted to savor and cherish every moment as if we'd never get another one of them again.

"Baby." He bent down to kiss me again and slowly fluttered his tongue against mine. I melted into him like a stick of butter and moved my arms accordingly as he lifted my shirt over my head. Our lips parted for only a second, and then he was back on me, all over me and I couldn't get enough of it. In fact, I wanted more. God, more than want, I needed it.

He drew his fingers across my shoulders and down my arms and around my elbows as a way to finally relieve me of my bra. I yanked at his jeans and briefs until they were down and around his thighs and he gently shoved me back to get at my legs. As his hands wrapped around my shorts, my eyes went straight down to his cock.

"Oh...
my God
."

"Babe." He chuckled.

"I'm sorry, I just..." I gasped, never taking my eyes off of it. My God. It was thick, beautiful, pink, long and slightly
curved
, which I had always been told was perfect for reaching a woman's G-spot. "I'm sorry," I said again, gulping. My entire mouth flooded with saliva and my eyes remained on his cock until he slipped two fingers beneath my chin and lifted my head. "I'm sorry."

"What the fuck are you sorry for, doll?"

"I just... For staring. I've just never seen one that looked like that before. It's absolutely...
perfect
."

"Jesus." He rubbed his thumb across my lips again, then slid it between them like he had before. "You wanna know what the fuck it tastes like on that sweet fuckin' tongue?" I peeked up at him and nodded.

Slowly, he slid his finger down my chin, to my neck and down to my breast. And then he shoved his pants and briefs to the floor and kicked them to the side, and reached for his cock. He stroked it a few times and moved close enough for me to taste the precum from the tip of it. And when I did, a mixture of salt, sweat and pure sex suddenly filled my system, warming every bit of my insides. It was unbelievably and fantastically erotic.

I took his cock in both hands and licked every side of it as if I would've a Popsicle before sliding my lips around it and bobbing it in and out of my mouth.

He groaned and jerked his body forward. "
Fuck
." The harder I licked, the more I sucked, the bigger he seemed to grow in size against my cheeks. "Fuck, darlin'.
Fuck
." I looked up into his eyes as he stared down into mine and felt that moment of intimacy between us. It's what I wanted, it's what he needed and we had both found satisfaction with each other from it. "Jesus, baby, you're gonna take all of me before I can even give you what you need. I can't fuckin' come inside you like this."

I pulled away from him and he wiped my mouth, then reached down for my shorts and panties again and tossed them across the room.

With his eyes between my legs and the hunger in them intensifying, I felt as if he could've eaten me alive right then and there, and I would've been absolutely fine with him taking every lick, nibble and full on bite.

"I need that sweet as fuck pussy on my cock, darlin'," he told me. "Shit's been swollen for too fuckin' long and the only relief it's gonna get is from bein' right inside of you."

Right inside of me
.

"Okay."

He scooped me up from the bed and without his even asking me to do it, I wrapped my legs around his waist. He kept his eyes on me the entire time as he spun us both around and landed on the mattress with me on top of him.

"Never in my goddamn life needed a sweet fuckin' pussy so goddamn much
.
"

"It's yours," I told him. "It's all yours. Just own it. Own every part of me, River, just own it – own me."

He leaned in and swept his tongue across my lips, making me feel even dizzier, even more lightheaded than I had already. “Own.
Me.
Babe. You fuckin’ own me.”

And then without another word from either of us, he lifted me up and over his cock, and in one swift move, he was inside me. So fucking deep inside of me.

And I felt him.

Oh.

God.

I finally felt
all
of him.

It was just as he wanted, just as I wanted; every single inch of him, every ounce of thickness swelled up inside and filled me until there was absolutely nothing left of himself to give.

"Oh God." Our bodies came together, crashed like waves of water swept up by a thunderous gale; my head swung back, my hair flew over my shoulders, and my eyes flew right up to the ceiling as every explosion he sent coursing throughout my entire body shot straight down to the tips of my fingers. "Oh, my God." It was like my body wasn’t even my own anymore as he moved against me, clawed at me, craved for me; I realized in that moment more than any other before it that my body belonged to him just as much as his belonged to me. “Oh...
my
God.” He pumped into me soft and slow to find the perfect rhythm for us, and once he did, he moved faster, and harder, and stronger to the point that I couldn't help but scream out again. "Oh my God!" My breasts bounced heavily against him and I felt his body shift as his teeth grazed against my nipples and the skin surrounding them. "Oh my God."

"Shh, baby," he said. "God ain’t here, it's just you and me." He moved his head beneath my chin and opened his mouth to suck my skin. I dug my nails into his soft, beautifully sculpted back before shoving them up into his thick head of hair, and the harder I pushed myself against him -- my body, my pussy, every single inch of me that I could move -- the harder he sucked, the louder he moaned, the harsher he grunted. "Unh! Shit, baby...
fuck
." He shoved himself even harder inside of me, even deeper, even stronger, even faster, and dropped his hands down to my waist, grinding me against him, forcibly moving my body back and forth to his liking to satisfy every hungry and desirable need of his cock, and I let him. I just let him because it felt too damn good to make him stop; not just for him, not even for me, but for us. What was happening wasn't just happening to one of us individually, it was happening to us both simultaneously. And my God, my God was it so. damn. good. "
Shit
." He sank his teeth into my throat so hard he left a mark of each one, and I squeezed my pelvis tight in reaction, thus squeezing his cock, allowing him to come inside me. "Fuckin' shit, baby, goddamn." He moved his hands around to my ass and then up my back and into my hair. He wrapped his hand around a portion of it and gruffly yanked my head back. "
Jesus Christ,”
he said, his tone so achingly thick and harsh that I moaned.
“I'm gonna make you fuckin' come
."

"River," I said, my voice light, breathless as I tried recapturing some semblance of thought in the midst of absolutely, mind blowing, sensational satisfaction. "River, all I ever have to do is look at you and my entire body feels as if it's on the verge of collapse..."

"Yeah, baby," he grunted against my skin while digging his fingers into me. "I feel that shit every time I fuckin' look into those goddamn beautiful as fuck grey eyes or that beautiful as fuck... shit, that goddamn, beautiful as fuck face. I feel it every time you look right back at me like I'm the only motherfucker alive for you."

"You are," I told him. "You are. I've never even...
ahhhhhhhhh
," I shrieked as he used every bit of his desire and strength to finally reach my G spot. My hands slid across his wet skin and he moaned. "I've never even needed you inside of me to feel that, to feel it....
Oh God
.... But I've wanted to feel it from you so badly since the first moment I saw you again."

"Darlin', I've wanted it long before then. Every goddamn thing you've had to offer, I've always wanted it to be mine, needed it to be fuckin' mine and now it is. Now it fuckin' is and what you've got, what you've given me, what you're givin' me right now will never belong to another motherfucker again. Shit's mine and I'm fuckin' takin' it for all its goddamn worth, and babe, it's worth a whole goddamn motherfuckin' lot. Always has been to me, always fuckin' will be."

"Oh God, River."

How the hell could he be so terribly crass and wonderfully, beautifully and so damn erotically romantic all at the same time? It was an accomplishment I didn't think anyone else could ever achieve.

I tilted my head forward and he brushed the strands of hair from my face, though it wasn't easy considering my skin was covered in sweat, both mine and his.

When I looked into his steel blue eyes, the whites of them were red like before, and glassy; his lids were hovered over them as if he was fully and completely intoxicated, filled to the rim with brown liquor, but I knew that he wasn't drunk. It was all due to me, and us, and this... this moment between us, this moment where we finally came together as a unit, not just with our bodies, but with our hearts, our souls and minds. This wasn't just sex, it wasn't just 'fuckin' it was actual love making between two people who had fallen so deeply and madly and crazily in love with each other that my life without him, his life without me would be the epitome of devastation.

"Baby," he finally said, his voice so rough and raspy, so gruff and deep as it burned against the skin between my breasts. His tongue traced back and forth between them as he wrapped his hand around one and his lips around the other. I whimpered when I felt his teeth again and he held me tighter, kept me closer, stroked me longer. As sweat continued to pour from my body and onto his, tears streamed my face; and as they rolled down my neck, to my chest and landed on top of his lips, he licked them away and trailed kisses up to the center of my throat. "I hope those are happy tears," he said. "Last motherfuckin' thing I ever wanna do in this entire goddamn world is make you cry while I'm this fuckin' deep inside all this sweetness, unless that shit means you're happy as fuck and need me to go even deeper."

"You can always go deeper, River. So deep that, I..."

He jerked his body forward to show me just how far and deep he could go, and I yelped.

“That deep enough for you, babe?”

“I don’t think it ever could be,” I said. “But River? I'm happy," I told him as he continued pumping into me, forcing himself to go even deeper, even harder, even faster, even stronger despite euphoria overtaking even the smallest pieces of our minds. And then I came. I don't even know how many times it was, but it wasn't enough, he could never give me enough. "God, I've never been happy like this with anyone in my entire life, ever."