Heroine: Jessica Jakes. A piercer at Hard Ink Tattoo. When she is dragged unwittingly into harm’s way, she is taken to the Raven Riders MC’s compound for protection by her fellow employee and hard crush, Ike.
Hero: Ike Young. Member of the Raven Riders MC and tattooist at Hard Ink Tattoo. He would give his life for Jessica but his heart is another story.
The following scene is a favorite story element of mine. The “this will only be for tonight” lie. :P I had to put this in a spoiler tag because it is just way too hawt for the regular internet.
[spoiler effect=”simple” show=”NSFW Scene”]“Thought of this so many fucking times,” he said. And then he was done with talking. He absolutely feasted on her. Licking her cunt, plunging his tongue deep, sucking her clit—her goddamned pierced clit. Over and over.
“Ike,” she screamed, his name turning into a low moan as her thighs tried to close around his head. Her muscles pulsed and she came on his tongue.
He sucked down every delicious drop. It was like he’d been starving and now that he’d had a bite of food, he needed to gorge himself in case he never had more. The minute her body stilled, he dove right back in, his lips sucking her clit while his tongue strummed it, toying with the little hoop piercing there. She was so wet he could easily sink two fingers inside her, then three.
Jess whimpered and moaned, clutched and pressed at his head, rocked her hips and rode his fingers. Fuck. He knew she’d be like this—passionate and fierce and unapologetic in her pleasure. It was goddamned fantastic. His cock was hard as a rock and his balls ached with need, but he’d be content giving her as many orgasms as she could stand having. Her juices ran down onto his hand and he slipped in a fourth finger, nearly fisting her.
“Fuck, yes,” she cried. “Damn that’s good, Ike.” He couldn’t agree more. He lost count of how many times she came on his mouth and fingers, but at some point he became aware that she was whimpering and almost chanting something under her breath.
Fuck me. Fuck me. Please fuck me. Oh, God, I want you to fuck me.”
“Jesus, Ike, get in me. Please.”
The plea hit him in the gut, making him want nothing more than to satisfy her. But hadn’t he already taken more than he should?
Jess was too needy to worry about pride, and they’d gone too far to avoid things getting awkward between them if that was going to happen. She needed him inside her, just this once.
“I want to fuck you, trust me,” Ike said, voice gritty. “But I’m…that’s what it would be for me. So I get it if—”
“That’s what it would be for me, too,” she lied. “Just for tonight. As often and in any way that you want. In the morning, it’ll all have been a fevered dream,” she rushed out, her mind racing. “And we’ll be the same friends we were yesterday.” She nearly held her breath waiting for him to make up his mind. And then he was pushing off his boxers, climbing up her body, mounting her. There was no pretense about it. His cock found her opening and sank deep.
Jess’s head snapped back into the pillow on a long moan because, omigod, him being inside her was a total freaking rush—one Jess had never thought would happen. And, God, he was big. It was so damn good, so much better than she’d dreamed. “Fuck, that’s a tight little pussy,’ […]
“Take me, Ike. Don’t hold back.”
Just this once. He didn’t. He plowed into her like there was a place inside her he needed to get to but couldn’t quite reach. His pubic bone pounded into her clit, her piercing making her so freaking sensitive. His balls smacked against her ass. His hands groped and squeezed and gripped her body—her breasts, her shoulders, her hair.
“Just tonight,” he rasped.
She ignored the pang around her heart. Normally, Jess was a sex-with-the-lights-on kinda girl, but tonight she was glad for the darkness. It would be her ally in masking her true feelings for him.
“Just tonight,” she agreed.