Page 25 of Ruthless Sinner
My throat closed up and all I managed was a high, soft whine as he pushed me back down to the bike again and my entire bare pussy and clit were pressed against the vibrations. I was rather quiet during sex, the noise and breath stolen right out of me when I was really turned on, but thankfully, Marco didn’t seem to mind. I knew it had bothered Jared, who’d thought it was a sign he wasn’t good enough no matter how much I assured him I was getting off. But honestly, he rarely accomplished that goal.
But Marco never made a comment, didn’t seem bothered by it. Even now, he just pressed soft, sucking kisses to my neck as he inched his way inside of me, stretching me and filling me bit by bit until I felt sure I would shake apart.
With this position, as Marco had guessed, I was completely bent over against the vibrating seat of the motorcycle, dominated by his body behind mine, and we were both balanced so that neither of us would fall off. This bike was built for someone even taller than I was, so my feet didn’t quite touch the ground, but Marco’s did and it kept him stable and able to brace for his thrusts.
The idea that my feet couldn’t touch the ground, that I was helpless and at his mercy… it sent a hot thrill through me that was unmatched by just about anything.
Marco’s hips became flush with mine, and to my surprise he didn’t pull out to thrust back in again. Instead, he ground his hips against my ass, keeping his cock fully sheathed inside me.
My mouth fell open on a soundless moan as he reached up and revved the engine again. Oh myGod. Oh God oh God oh God. He was stretching me, grinding at that sweet angle inside of me, the vibrations were—oh myGod—
“So tight,” Marco grunted. “Fuck, yes, baby, clench around me just like that.Fuck.”
I hadn’t even realized I’d been doing that. I was shaking with desire, with pleasure, everything too much, so much—
Marco started to give short, sharp little thrusts that still kept him mostly inside of me—his teeth sank into my neck—he throttled the engine again—
Ohhh myGod. I squirmed helplessly against the vibrating seat, against Marco’s cock, as I came everywhere, my whole body shaking. I swore my vision went white, and if my throat hadn’t strangled itself closed I would’ve screamed obscenely.
The vibrations didn’t stop. They just kept up, against me, and Marco thrust a little harder, pulling out a little more, and it dragged my orgasm out. I wanted to scream that it was too much,oh God, I couldn’t handle so much pleasure, but I had no voice for it, I could only writhe in his grip and ride it out until at last he came with deep, guttural grunts, then finally turned off the engine, allowing my orgasm to finally fade.
Holy fuck. I had never come that hard, or for that span of time, in my life. I hadn’t even known an orgasm could last that long. I was shaking so hard I worried I might fall off the bike if it wasn’t for Marco’s hands keeping me steady.
“I hope you brought something to clean us up with,” I said shakily.
Marco laughed gruffly. I turned to look at him over my shoulder. His face was flushed, his hair mussed. He was just as sexy after sex as any other time. “I come prepared.”
“Because you’re a gentleman?”
“Maybe. Or maybe because I’m the kind of guy who’ll have sex anywhere and learned to carry supplies.”
I turned my head and smirked at him. “Hmm, which one of those is more likely?”
From a compartment on the bike, he retrieved a small package of wipes. Marco did clean me up like a gentleman, though, thoroughly and softly. It made my heart swell. How he could switch from rough and dominant to sweet and thoughtful—my head spun with…
Confusion. I told myself it was just confusion and that I was overwhelmed from the hormones, from my orgasm. That was all.
“Your underwear and jeans are ruined,” he pointed out as I winced in pulling them back on.
Yeah, these needed to get thrown in the laundry.
“Do you have a washer at your place?” he asked.
“Not really.” I had to use the local laundromat.
“Come back to mine, then,” he said, gently tucking loose strands of hair behind my ear. “Stay the night. I’ve got all the amenities.”
“Really? You do? I hadn’t noticed.” I grinned at him.
Marco rolled his eyes fondly at me and then pulled me in, kissing me. “Stay the night, Kennedy.”
I couldn’t help but feel warm all over, thinking about how he wanted me to stay. “Of course.”
I didn’t think about how I’d stay every night with him, if he’d let me.
CHAPTER11
Marco
