Taking It All: A Hellfire Riders MC Romance (The Motorcycle Clubs Book 6) (10 page)

“Yes,” I say and this is helping, too. I’m not really wet but I’m getting a little moisture worked up.

“Give me your fingers.”

He sucks them into his mouth and that’s better, too. Sliding my wet fingers through my pussy, I lift up and fit the head of his cock against my entrance. I can’t even get him in. This time I lick my own fingers and try again.

“Jenny—”

“It’s okay. I can do it.”

“You’re not ready.”

I’m ready for this to be done. Biting my lip, I press down.
Oh, fuck.
I can’t stop my whimper. Saxon curses behind me and his arm wraps around my waist, lifting me off him. His breathing is harsh and ragged but he doesn’t say anything, he just holds me tight against his chest, my legs spread wide over him, my knees pressing into the sofa cushions.

“It’s not going to happen like this,” he finally says. “Not when you can’t relax. You’re just going to get hurt.”

“Saxon—”

“Kissing me was good, right?”

I sigh. “Yes. But you can’t do anything else. You can’t help me.”

If he could I’d be standing on the sofa cushions and shoving my pussy into his mouth.

“I can, princess. You just have to trust me. You close your eyes, and I’ll get hands and a mouth to help you out. It’ll be me, telling them what to do.” His voice is soft. “Will you be able to do that?”

“I don’t know.” Because now more nervousness is curling in my belly. “But I can try.”

“Someone else you trust. Stone, maybe? You’ve known him a long time. Stone! I need you over here.”

Anna’s brother looks up even as I shake my head. “It’s too weird, Saxon. We’ve known each other
too
long. I’ve seen him light his dick on fire, for God’s sake.”

“Gunner, then.” The sergeant at arms is looking our way now, too. They all are. “He’s real pretty.”

Gorgeous, and even more so when he grins—he must have heard Saxon’s comment. “It would hurt Anna if she ever found out.”

That gets rid of Gunner’s smile. Asshole. It’s not like he doesn’t know how she wants him.

I can almost feel Saxon eyeing Blowback but I stop him before he can ask whether his veep still scares me. We’ve been going the wrong way, anyway. I don’t freeze up with Saxon…and I don’t freeze up with women.

“Lily,” I say softly. “Ask if she will.”

He doesn’t hesitate. “Get Zoomie up here.”

Blowback doesn’t blink. As he goes to the stairs, I try to relax against Saxon. “I’m sorry,” I murmur for his ears only. “I don’t know what’s going wrong.”

“This clause is what’s wrong, Jenny. Not you.” He pulls me back farther, angling his head so he can taste my mouth. “So don’t you ever be sorry for this. The only thing I care about now is that you’re not hurt.”

My fingers tighten on his forearm. “Okay.”

The sound of boots on the stairs turns my gaze that way. Blowback returns with Lily right behind him, a bottle of beer dangling from her fingers. Her eyes widen when she sees us.

“You needed me, boss?”

“Jenny’s real nervous,” he says. “You want to show your admiration?”

She blinks as if the words don’t make sense—then she suddenly grins. “I’d love to.”

Taking a swig, she pushes her bottle toward Blowback. He takes it, his eyes narrowed on her as she saunters toward us. And somehow, it’s already easier. I feel Saxon relax a little, too, as if Lily’s complete ease and enthusiasm bled into both of us.

Maybe that’s all it was. We were both so tense and just wanted it to be over. We just couldn’t get into it. But Lily already is.

She drops to her knees between his feet in almost exactly the same position that I was in while sucking his cock. He’s not her focus, though. I am. I’m straddling his legs and facing her.

Quietly, she asks, “You’re really okay with this, Jenny?”

“Yeah. You?”

“Yeah.” Her gaze slides past me. “And you’re going to be okay with this, boss? I’m not going to get my ass kicked later, am I?”

She’s joking but he answers her seriously. “I’m all right with anything that helps her now. I just need you to be my hands and mouth.”

Nodding, she looks at me again, and something changes in her eyes. Slowly her gaze slides down my body, and suddenly she’s looking at me like Saxon does. Not with the same intensity and need, but with a hell of a lot of heat, as if she can’t wait to eat me up.

Her voice is throatier as she says, “Just tell me where to get started.”

Oh, my God. I look up. Spiral, Gunner, and Stone aren’t looking at their phones anymore. Instead they’re watching us as if electrified. Even Blowback seems transfixed, staring at Lily’s back while he downs her beer.

Saxon’s arm tightens as he adjusts my position, moving me down and forward a little. His cock is a rigid length against the cleft of my ass. I’m lower now—and he can look down over my shoulder and see everything Lily does.

The movement seems to remind our watchers. “You’re touching her, Saxon,” Gunner says.

He lets me go, but he’s still all around me. I’m leaning back against him and Lily’s in front of me…and she’s going to be his touch. It’s still just him and me.

I close my eyes.

“Her neck,” Saxon says and his voice is rough. “Just beneath her ear.”

Warmth in front of me. A breath against my skin.

“Right there. Suck on that spot a little, then give it a little bite. She likes that.”

God, so much. A shiver races over my skin as I feel the nip of teeth, then the soothing caress of a warm tongue.

“Are her nipples hard?”

Fingers slide the straps of my dress over my shoulders. Cool air sweeps over my bared skin.

“Not yet, boss.”

“She’s not real sensitive there at first. You got to suck hard. Make them red as berries. And as soon as they’re all roughed up you can go gentle and she’ll be squirming all over with every lick. Oh,
fuck.
”

He groans the curse as a warm mouth latches onto the tip of my breast. A shuddering breath escapes me, then my back arches when she sucks my nipple to a burning point. When he does this, Saxon just sucks hard, but she’s goes after my nipple again and again, suckling and releasing each time with a gentle scrape of her teeth. Then her fingers pinch the turgid flesh and she turns her attentions to my left breast, flicking her thumb in time with each rough bout of suction.

“Jesus, that’s beautiful.” Saxon’s body is like iron beneath me. “Like little cherries. When my cock’s in her she clamps right down the second I start sucking on them. She wet yet?”

Warm fingers slip over my heated flesh in a delicate tease. I moan low in my throat, my hips rocking forward.

“Not wet enough.”

“You play with her clit, then. Move that damn skirt out of the way.”

My dress is shoved up over my hips, bunching around my waist. My thighs tremble with anticipation as her hand slides back between my legs.

“Rub that little clit. Fuck, yeah. You like that, princess?”

I’m gasping, my hips jerking against the maddening touch. “Yes,” I say breathlessly, then cry out when Lily begins sucking hard on my nipple again, her fingers sliding over my clit, gently tugging my delicate flesh with each pass. She moans softly against my breast.

“She’s wetter, boss.”

“She needs to be fucking dripping. You want to taste her pussy?”

Lily doesn’t reply but she’s already moving down. Her hands grip my hips and slide me forward a little more, so that I’
m sitting lower between Saxon’s spread legs and widening my thighs even farther. I hear a deep groan—someone watching, and I don’t care. A ravenous ache is building deep inside me and when I realize that Lily’s waiting for a go-ahead, I can’t stop my plea.

“Saxon.” Greedily I lift my hips. “Now.”

“You heard her, Zoomie. Lick all the way up her slit. And hold onto her. She’ll buck you right off when you hit her clit.” Hands clamp over my hips and her warm mouth surrounds my clitoris. A strangled moan rips from my throat. Oh, Jesus. “Fuck me, that pussy. So damn sweet. I never get enough.”

Lily’s moan of agreement shivers through my aching flesh. My body is tightening, tightening. Her tongue slides down to my entrance and fucks into me before slicking up to my clit again, and it’s all loud, her long and hungry licks like a wet, suckling kiss against my drenched flesh. Sobbing little whimpers escape me and Saxon’s voice is filling everything in between.

He gives a tortured groan when Lily shoves my legs wider and backs off for a second, as if making sure he gets a good look. “Oh, fuck, Jenny. That’s so fucking sexy and you’re so fucking wet. I need you on my cock now, princess.”

Shaking with need, I brace my hands and lift up, reaching between us for his shaft. Lily sucks in a breath.

“Oh, fuck, boss. I don’t know if she’s wet enough for
that
.”

“She’ll take me.” It emerges as a low growl. “But we have to go easy. She’s so fucking tight we have to take her slow.”

“Real slow.” Her steadying hands catch my hips again. “All right, Jenny?”

“Yes.” Better than all right. Saxon’s bare cock is in my hand, and he stiffens beneath me as I slide the fat head through my drenched folds. We’ve never been flesh to flesh before.

His voice is hoarse. “Jenny—”

His groan strangles my name as I sink onto him. My body tenses, my flesh burning and stretching as my inner muscles yield to the thick crown. Pleasure flares through me, mingling with the pain. Dragging in a ragged breath, I slowly work him deeper.

Lily’s grip tightens on my hips. “Holy shit. Her little pussy is just sucking you in. She’s the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Make her hotter,” he grits out, and I’m so focused on the delicious sensation of his cock filling me that I’m not prepared when Lily’s mouth covers my clitoris. I almost jolt away from Saxon’s cock but her hands are holding me in place, then the sensation rips through me. My scream trails into a sobbing moan as she flicks her tongue. My hips jerk and suddenly he’s deeper inside me and she’s sucking and Saxon’s pumping shallowly up into me, his voice rough in my ear. “You like that, Jenny? You like your clit being sucked while you’re being stuffed with my cock?”

I respond with something, maybe a yes, I don’t know, because I’m going to come, I’m just going to fly apart. My body’s writhing, pushing him deeper and deeper with every roll of my hips and Saxon’s sliding down the sofa a little, until I’m half-lying back against him, and Lily’s coming up over me slightly, her hands pressing my thighs wider and her tongue lashing against my clit.

“You stay on her when I’m in deep.” He sounds hard and mean but Lily just moans, her long hair sliding over my thighs, her mouth so hot.

Saxon surges up beneath me and I scream again as his cock pushes deep, bottoming out and then pressing deeper, intensifying everything but that’s too much now, I can’t take it. But I can’t get away, Lily’s holding me still as he begins fucking up into me, slow, so slow, and her tongue is slow now, too, just swirling around my clitoris.

And I can’t— I can’t—

My body bows upward and I can’t even scream, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but come and come and come. I feel Saxon’s groan behind me as my pussy convulses on his cock and Lily’s groan as her tongue slides from the delicate flesh stretched around his shaft and up to my clit. My hands are tangled in her hair, but I can’t let go yet, because Saxon pumps up into me and I’m coming again and she’s sucking on my clitoris, and I’m completely destroyed between them.

I was just supposed to ride him. Just supposed to ride him. Lily grins up at me, her lips swollen and wet, and I realize that I’m saying it out loud, like a breathless chant after a long race.
I was just supposed to ride him.

“You can now,” she says.

My muscles seem weak and trembly as I sit up—then moan as the movement pushes Saxon’s cock deep again. He grunts behind me, moving up the sofa so that he’s sitting instead of half-reclining. I straddle him again, my knees resting on the cushions on either side of his thighs.

He presses a kiss to my shoulder. “All right?”

“Amazing.” And I am. Utterly wrecked and yet feeling so fucking incredible. I look to Lily. “Thank you.”

She laughs a little. “Any time. Can I watch the rest?”

“Knock yourself out,” I say, because it doesn’t matter. I lean against Saxon’s chest and reach back to link my arms around his neck. The others are watching but it’s only us, only him and me as I begin to ride. Just short strokes, because I can’t rise up all the way, yet I’m taking all of him inside me. He’s deep, so deep, and he tells me I’m beautiful and then he can’t speak, groaning and stiffening as he comes.

I fall back against his heaving chest. His hand fists in my hair and I arch back for his kiss. I’m totally exposed, his cock still buried in my pussy and my nipples red and throbbing.

When he finally releases my mouth, Saxon’s arms come around me and he looks over at Blowback. “Good?”

The other man laughs.

Saxon nods, then tugs the top of my dress up and the bottom down. He rises in one easy movement, lifting me with him and cradling me against his chest. “Hold on,” he says and carries me to the loft’s low wall that overlooks the main floor below. Oh, my God. Everyone’s quieting and looking up.

Saxon’s face is dark as he sweeps his gaze over them, but it’s not his controlled look. Instead it’s dangerous and tight with anger. He slides his fingers between my legs, then lets my feet swing to the floor. He holds up his hand and his fingers are wet.

“My cum,” he says loudly. “My woman. Your first lady. Anyone have any fucking problem with it?”

My cheeks are burning but I hold my chin up. No response from below except a few hoots and shouts of encouragement.

He silences them. “Only two things matter now: bringing in our new brothers and destroying the Eighty-Eight before they take any more of us. No more of this petty shit or they’re going to take us down one by one. So no more.”

No more.
It’s a repeated murmur of agreement that runs through the bikers below.

“All right, then,” Saxon says and lifts me up against his chest again. “Meeting’s over. Go fuck and ride.”